Farm Friends with Benefits

Farm Friends with Benefits #4

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of fiction. Although I wish it were to happen to me, none of this has taken place in my life. Any references to people and places are strictly coincidental and are by no means to be taken as anything other than that.

The content of this story may refer to sexual acts that are homosexual in nature. If it is illegal for you to read such things, please do not continue reading.

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A week had gone by since the wild spur-of-the-moment three-way fuck fest had occurred up at the cabin at the farm's Wayside complex. Work had gone on like it had never happened, save for the occasional smile and ass grab when nobody who wasn't privy to what went on was looking.

The end of the week showed up fast, and before I knew it we were wrapping up our afternoon shift at one of the cherry fields we were inspecting irrigation on. It was just Ben and I, Carlos and Mason had been assigned a different field for the day - Northside, actually (read FFw/B #1 for that reference). I had to smile at myself a few times because I could only imagine what was going on out in the middle of nowhere, where only two horny gay guys were checking irrigation in the cover of 140 acres of trees. Maybe nothing was happening, but it was more likely that they were both naked and had at least sucked each other off already.

Ben and I reached the end of the last row that we were supposed to inspect, and headed back for our trucks. He was a really cool guy. His cousins owned a machine shop that specialized in Diesel engine repair, which was what he wanted to go into. I had asked him before why he didn't just work there, and his answer was that he liked the slow-paced lifestyle of farming, and wanted to find work on a farm rather than inside a shop.

He had a real knack for restoring cars, and had done his fair share of them with his dad and brother. They all turned out to be pretty sweet rides: a 56 cherry red chevy with a 265, the engine block painted the same color, a 42 dark green Packard with a "twin six" inline 12 they had lowered and made into a street rod, and a 61 Falcon with the original (but rebuilt) engine that they painted a light sparkly blue. All three cars were proudly parked outside his house. I had tried to convince him to sell me the chevy time and time again, but he just couldn't part with his first restored car, or what he called his "virgin rebuild."

I hadn't brought it up for awhile and mentioned it again. I wasn't surprised with his response.

"Dude the more you ask the less I want to part with it, you know that, right?" He didn't look at me, but I saw a smile cross his face.

"Come on, Ben. What do I have to do to get you to let go of that car?"

"A million bucks."

"Fair enough. My first million is yours in exchange for the Chevy."

He gave a small snort. He didn't believe me. Hell I didn't even believe me, but at least I had a small foothold.

"What about my first child?" We had reached our trucks and I sat on his tailgate.

"Yeah no way. I don't want a crying poop factory. I want a million dollars." He laughed.

"Alright, alright. Well the weekend is here. You have any plans?"

"Nah, I was just gonna head back to my place and order a pizza."

"Dude no way, come over to my place for dinner. My uncle just got some slow-marinated steaks from the coast and we're gonna BBQ tonight. There's a ton of meat and he told me to invite people over." I stood up and dusted myself off.

"I'm down for that. You need me to bring anything?"

"Just a change of clothes if you want, in case we drink too much." I smiled at him, and he returned the thought by a quick nod of his head.

"Awesome. I'll swing by my place to wash up then head over."

"See you there, slugger." I hopped in my truck and fired it up. Man did my truck have a beautiful sound. The bells and whistles of modern day luxury didn't even come close to beating out the deep rumble of a classic truck. The only modern upgrade I gave her was some air conditioning.

I pulled out my phone and texted Mason to come over for dinner and to invite Carlos too. Reaching over into the passenger seat, I grabbed the gatorade that I had left and chugged a good half of it down. A beep on my phone brought a reply from Mason that they were both planning on coming over for dinner.

I put the truck in drive and pulled out on to the highway that lead straight back to my aunt and uncle's house. The drive was long and boring, as the highway was completely straight due to the square layout of agriculture. I was used to it growing up in Kansas, but that still didn't make it fun.

I reached the driveway and turned onto the dirt road that had a bridge leading across a small creek. The house was hidden by a network of aspen trees. They grew really fast and sprouted up all over the place like crazy. My uncle said that when they built the house they had only planted 10 trees, but that had grown into a large thicket in just 7 years. It sure made the yard and house a lot cooler of a place in the summer time.

The house itself was goreous: deep red brickwork all the way from the bottom to the top of the third story. It was probably just a few square feet short of officially being a mansion. Lush, sprawling green lawns covered about an acre of the property in front and back of the house. An old oak tree, the reason that my uncle bought this property, had a tire swing around the strongest branch. The oak was framed by a white wrap-around porch with huge steps leading up to french doors. This was a picturesque American dream home, and I was living in it.

I could smell the steaks from the moment that I stepped out of my truck. I grabbed my backpack and cooler and headed in through the side door into the mudroom.

"Howdy!" I called as I closed the door.

My aunt walked through the door frame leading to the kitchen with a smile on her face. "Hey there, pumpkin! Get yourself washed up, Ron's got both grills going and needs your help."

"Yes ma'am." I dropped my things and headed for the basin sink, grabbed some soap and lathered up my hands.

"Any of your friends gonna to make it over, sugar?" Aunt Patty had a southern accent. She was born in Tennessee, moved to Kansas for a year for field research during college, met my uncle, and had moved to California with him right after they got married. Hearing her brought me back home, and always warmed my heart.

"Yes ma'am. Ben, Mason and Carlos are headed over here as soon as they get cleaned up." I had finished washing my arms and was working on my face.

"Yippee! I always liked them boys - such sweet faces" She moved back into the kitchen.

"You should see their cocks" I muttered to myself.

"What's that, sugar?" Aunt Patty called from the kitchen.

"I said I like them a lot, ma'am. They're good friends." I recovered quickly. "What happened to Tyler and Chad? They scared of the BBQ or somethin'?" Tyler and Chad were two of my cousins. Derrik, the third, was away in another part of California on some farmer-exchange program. My Uncle and Aunt were looking to get into carrots, and sent Derrik to learn what he could. In exchange, the farm that Derrik was at sent a guy here to learn about cherries.

"Tyler's got football practice and Chad's somewhere with that floozie, Alicia. I wouldn't expect either of them back for dinner."

"Fair enough, more meat for me!" I started at that comment, and quickly covered my mouth in shock. It was an innocent statement, but in today's age, innocence has gone the way of the telegraph.

Aunt Patty laughed. Both my Aunt and Uncle new that I was gay. Unlike most reserved Kansas families, mine were all open and accepting of who I was, something that I was extremely thankful for. Aunt Patty waved me away towards the back porch, where Uncle Ron was waiting for my help.

I crossed the kitchen, headed into one of the many back rooms of the house, and stepped through a sliding glass door. Uncle Ron was intently staring at one of the two BBQs that he had going.

"Aunt Patty said you needed a hand, sir?"

"Yeah, grab that fork there, the steaks on the right need turning." Uncle Ron was a man of few words and believed in saying as little as possible. He sure didn't have time for pleasantries, something that I was used to, and was thankful for.

"Ben and I finished that field of cherries you had us in today."

"Good. Mason and Carlos?" Ron didn't look up from the BBQ at all.

"Haven't checked. They're coming for dinner." I flipped one steak as I talked.

"Good."

"Where am I at tomorrow?"

"Wayside. Two new guys coming tomorrow You can show them the place. They'll be on some equipment" Uncle Ron flipped a steak.

"The shop opening soon?"

"Yup. Gonna be hard going this time. Can't find enough good workers."

"Who you looking for?"

"Security, machine workers, a supervisor and a supply runner. I got my manager already picked out."

"Ben's going to school for Diesel engines and should be finished this semester. Mason's taking next semester off and was wondering about working here full time. There's two hard workers right there. And there's always me and Carlos."

"Well Mason and you would be a good fit to stay up there. You'd be a good supervisor, you just have to answer to the manager. But there's nothing to do up at that cottage. No internet or TV."

"I'm sure we could find something to do." I smiled a little, thinking about at least ONE thing that Mason and I could do...a lot.

Apparently Uncle Ron caught my smile. "You two haven't been...uh...screwing right?"

I froze - which is probably the worst thing to do.

"On company time?" Uncle Ron added.

"No sir. Not at all" I quickly recovered. It was the truth. I had screwed around with CARLOS on company time, but not Mason, AND our three-way happened when we were technically done with work by the time Carlos had bust in the cottage buck ass naked and we started fucking each other.

"Uh huh" Uncle Ron muttered. "Well. Just remember that there's always condoms in the mudroom drawer."

"I....I know." I shot a look at Uncle Ron, not sure how to go forward from here.

He surprised the hell out of me by letting out a huge roaring laugh. "You Mid Western horn dog, you!"

I looked at him weird at first, but then settled back down and let out a grin. "It's all that corn, sir. Makes a guy crazy."

"But Mason? He's...uh...you know...into you?" Uncle Ron had put his fork down and was looking at me.

I looked to the side, not wanting to give Mason away, but not wanting to lie to my uncle at the same time.

"That's all the answer I needed. Hell I'm not the one to be in the middle of your business. Just...not while you're on the clock, understand?"

"Yes sir." I was probably beet red, and Uncle Ron most likely picked up on that and didn't press the matter any further. I felt strangely close to him right then. I had never had a talk like that with my dad. I know that if the time presented itself my dad would handle the situation the same way, but the fact that Uncle Ron was the first one to have this talk with was kinda cool.

I heard a truck pull up and jumped a little. Two doors slammed and I saw Carlos and Mason coming around the house to the back yard.

"Whassap Boss man?" Carlos extended his hand and Uncle Ron shook it.

Carlos, Mason, and Ben had all gotten to know the family really well and were pretty comfortable engaging their boss in casual conversation. Hell I was really the only one that called him "sir" but that's more of a Mid-Western thing anyways.

Mason shook Uncle Ron's hand with a nod of his head and a "howdy" and then turned to me. "Northside is done! Sir!" He gave me a salute, standing straight, chest out, chin up. Carlos mimicked Mason in his posture.

It only took me a second to catch on and play along. "It's about damned time, Maggots!" I yelled as loud as I could, bringing out my best military voice. "You pussies better get your asses on the ground double time and give me 20!"

To my surprise, they actually did what I told them. I had to control myself to keep from laughing. While they were on the ground doing their 20 push-ups, I saw Aunt Patty come out on the porch with a bowl of salad. Not knowing what to tell my new "recruits" to do next, this gave me an idea.

When they finished, I pointed towards the house and yelled "now git your sorry asses in through that door, wash up, and help out the lady of the house with whatever she needs."

They looked at me, not sure if I was serious. "Move, ladies! MOVE!" Mason gave me a smart salute, turned towards the house and marched off. Carlos did the same.

Uncle Ron looked at me. "What the hell was that all about?"

"I really have no idea." I shrugged and turned back to the BBQ to flip a couple more steaks.

I heard Ben's truck pull up and soon I saw him round the corner from the front. He walked right up to my uncle and shook his hand, then turned and shook mine.

"Sure smells good, gents. I'm starving." Ben stuck his thumbs in his jean pockets. He looked like a real hick when he did that. It was pretty cute.

"Ben go inside and grab us a couple beers. Take your pick too, son." Uncle Ron didn't look up from the BBQ.

"Yessir!" Ben walked in to the house.

When we finished BBQing and Aunt Patty had set the table outside, we gathered around and started in. Everyone was pretty hungry, the smell of the cooking steaks had our appetites reeling. We talked about this and that, and finally when everything was cleaned to the bone, we sat back, satisfied.

Uncle Ron was the first to say anything about work. "Austin says that you're looking for work next semester, Mason."

"That's right. I'm gonna take some time off to figure out what I want to do." Mason took a swig from his glass of lemonade.

"Well it just so happens I'm looking for people to fill some empty spots. I need a guy to run parts."

"Any work would be great!" Mason looked excited, but I still knew he was probably a little disappointed about not getting offered the management position.

"Well then consider the job yours."

"Thank you, sir!" Mason grabbed his glass, held it up in a salute to my uncle, and took another swig.

"Ben I'm looking for a machine worker. I have a head mechanic already, but he's gonna need some help. Job's yours if you want it." Uncle Ron was picking his teeth.

"It would be a great opportunity, thank you sir!" Ben raised his beer in the same fashion that Mason did.

"Carlos I need a security guy to drive our fields at night while we have equipment sitting out. Same as the other two guys - the job's yours."

Carlos didn't look as happy with the prospect, but shook his head in agreement. "I've worked nights before, should be a good time."

"Of course you'll get paid more and get a company truck." Uncle Ron slid his tongue over his teeth.

Carlos lit up at that and was more enthusiastic in his next response. "I'm your man!"

"Good. Well it's settled then. Boys, meet your new supervisor." Uncle Ron nodded in my direction.

Ben got up, raised his hands up above his head, and brought them and his upper body down in a pseudo-bow. "All hail the supervisor. May he rein justly." I always knew Ben had a comic side, but the three beers that he had at dinner amplified it quite a bit. Soon Mason and Carlos were doing the same thing. I just sat there, red in the face.

"Thanks for THAT, Uncle Ron." I playfully sneered.

He gave me a smile and shook his head at the three guys.

"Alright, alright, enough" I said. "In my first act as supervisor, I demand that you all clean up the table and take the dishes inside the house."

"Yes, master, of course, master, right away, master." Carlos got up and grabbed a couple plates. I joined in with the rest of them and soon we had everything cleaned up and were back outside around a firepit that my uncle had started up while we were busy.

With fresh beers in hand and the evening sun starting to sink behind the distant mountains, we sat there and listened to the fire crack and the crickets sing, a barn owl calling out every now and then in the distance.

After awhile, Aunt Patty got up and sighed. "Well I better get some shuteye. Y'all are welcome to stay over. The only beds I have made up are in the guest house. Night!"

"Night!" We all called back to her as she entered the house.

Mason stood up and stretched. "I need to get back to my place. Going golfing with my dad in the morning. Carlos, you want a ride or are you gonna stay here?"

"I'll go with you. I have some shit to take care of in the morning." Carlos stood up to.

"Alright, boys, be safe out there. Come by Wayside Monday morning for a meeting about harvest season." Uncle Ron got up from his chair. "I'm headed in to bed too, you boys put out the fire when you're done." Uncle Ron looked at me for a nod, which I gave him.

Ben and I sat by the fire for awhile talking about work and his classes. Eventually he made like he was going to leave. He stood up and staggered a bit, tripping over the leg of a lawn chair.

I jumped up to help him, unaware of how tipsy I was as well. I ended up just making matters worse, tripping over my own lawn chair and falling into Ben, and before we knew it we were both lying on the ground, laughing our asses off.

"There aint no way in Sam Hill you're driving home tonight. I'll take you back in the morning." I patted his pockets for his keys. I was still mostly coherent, so I had the right of mind to take his keys from him in case he wanted to leave.

"What the fuck are you feeling my leg for? You want some of this?" Ben slurred his words together, and it made it all the more hilarious to hear him talk.

"I just want your keys, you dumb fuck. You ain't going nowhere."

He put his hands in his other pocket and pulled them out and threw them towards the guest house. I roared with laughter, all attempts at me getting up onto my feet ruined.

"Nice one, dumb ass. We'll have to find those in the morning." I said through gasps of air as I rolled around on the grass.

"Well fuck, guess I had too many of these damned things" Ben said through laughter of his own.

"Come on, lets get inside." I stood up, wobbled for a couple seconds, then helped Ben up. We both stammered towards the guest house.

Inside, I helped him onto the bed in the bedroom, then went to take a piss. I heard him take off his pants, his buckle clanging on the floor as he tossed them on the ground. I had no desire to start anything with him. I had already wrote him off as straight, since he always talked about his girlfriend, starting a family, and a bunch of other heterosexually responsible shit.

I pulled off my pants and shirt, putting them on a shelf in the bathroom, then went to the linen closet to grab a couple pillows. I went into the bedroom and threw one at Ben's face, nailing him and sending him down to the floor. I threw back my head, laughing, and before I knew it I was on the floor, Ben throwing the pillow back at me. He was smiling at me.

"You fucker!" I playfully yelled at him.

"What, you started it" Ben replied.

It was probably the booze, but before I knew it I had leapt at him and knocked him back on the bed. He grabbed my neck and tried to put me in a headlock, but I wrangled free, flipped him over so he was face down, and pinned his arms behind him. He squirmed, but I held him there. "I got you! Give it up!"

"NEVER!!" He yelled, and then let out a roar and before I knew it, I was the one pinned. He had flipped me on my back, one of his arms behind my head and around my neck, one of his arms holding my chest, and his legs locked around mine. His face was right next to mine, and I could smell the beer on his breath. "Time for YOU to give up."

"Not on your life." I struggled to free myself but his hold was a good one.

"Tap out, pussy!!" He grunted through gritted teeth.

I struggled some more, but couldn't get myself even close to a position to get free of his hold. He had one of my arms in his hold across my chest and I couldn't bring it up except at the elbow, which didn't do any good. He had my other arm pinned between my side and his stomach. I realized then that his crotch was up against the back of my hand. I could feel his cock swelling by the second, a normal occurrence when two guys wrestled each other.

I wasn't one who normally played dirty, but Ben left me no choice. I twisted my hand around and grabbed his dick and squeezed.

"What the FUCK!!" He was obviously surprised, but his grip didn't loosen.

"NOW what are you gonna do. Let me go? Or should I squeeze harder?" I had a devilish grin on my face.

I was answered by Ben increasing the pressure from his hips towards my body. He obviously wanted to squeeze me as hard as he could, hoping that my grip would let up. I fought with all that was in me to keep my hold. Then I felt Ben release the pressure just a little, only to reapply it again. This happened a couple more times before I realized what was happening. His cock had gotten rock hard, and I made the sudden connection that he was HUMPING my hand.

I loosened my grip, still hanging on to his cock. He kept up his movements.

"Oh so you like that, huh?"

"A man's got his needs." Such a simple statement, but it said so much. He probably wasn't getting any from his girlfriend, and when hormones started raging, it was hard for a guy to stop.

He started releasing more pressure from his hips to move them backwards and his thrusts got more defined. He let go of my other arm, sliding his hand under it to my side, gripping my pec and squeezing.

"I don't got boobs, Ben, sorry."

"Close enough" He said as he squeezed again. He slowly released the pressure of his arm around my neck and moved his arm so that his hand was clasped around my shoulder.

His breathing got heavier and he even let out a couple small moans. I wanted to turn my head to kiss him so bad, but didn't want to ruin what was happening. I still thought he was straight and that the booze, coupled with our wrestling, had him super aroused. He just wanted a quick hand job from a bro. I was content with that, and reserved myself to jacking off in the bathroom after he was finished.

He sped up his pace. I felt his underwear getting wet, and I grinned, knowing what that meant. He leaked just like I did. His breaths got quicker and he added a few more moans in the mix. I was a damn good 'orgasm whisperer' and though it had only been about a minute, I knew that he was on the verge of shooting his load. It must have been quite a long time since he had been laid.

All of the sudden Ben stopped and backed away from my hand. I let go, not wanting to freak him out at all. I expected that he had finally put two and two together on what was happening. I looked down to see him taking his underwear off. I immediately got excited. Maybe this could go further than I thought. His cock was average sized, probably about 6.5 inches, but his balls were huge. And meaty.

Once his underwear had come all the way off, he put his hand around the waistband of mine and tugged at them. I raised my hips so that he could pull them off, which he did. He grabbed my hand and put it back on his cock. I immediately went to pumping away at his cock.

He had enough precum going on that it lubed my hand up nicely. I worked at his cock up and down, squeezing and pumping, precum gushing from his cock head and oozing between my fingers. I reached over with my free hand and started lightly touching his balls, still careful not to freak him out. I had tested out a couple straight guys before, one of them ok with me exploring the rest of their body, the other just wanted to get his rocks off. So far Ben was ok with me touching his balls. They were amazingly huge, and it took all that was in me not to put my face in the middle of them and lick them all over.

Ben started arching his back, and he grabbed my hand that was on his cock and started to pull it away. He was close. Unlike with Carlos and Mason, I stopped, wanting to be nice. I had access to a straight cock, and I wanted it to last as long as possible.

"That feels so good. Too good." Ben had his eyes closed. He slowly lowered his hips again, but still held my hand back.

"Are you sure you're ok with this, man?" I asked.

"Yeah dude, I need it bad."

"But Tracy..." I started.

"She doesn't put out."

I didn't say anything, just waited for Ben to tell me what to do next. While I waited, I took the time to enjoy the rest of his body. He still had his shirt on, but I got to stare at his tight, muscular, hairless z legs. I knew that he spent time at the gym, but only to tone what muscles he already had. He wasn't into building them up, just making sure that he had enough strength for his line of work.

He probably didn't have a lick of fat on him at all. I could guess that he was one of the skinniest guys of his class when he was in high school, filling out slightly now that he was in college. He had a decent ass, but nothing like the bubbles on Mason or Carlos. His ass looked super muscled, most likely a result of his leg/glut training at the gym.

Ben finally made another move, but it wasn't one that put my hand back on his cock. Instead, he brought it up around his head and placed it around his neck. He wanted to cuddle. I made a move onto my side, to bring his head up onto my chest, but he surprised me by rolling onto HIS side, facing away from me. He wanted to SPOON?

"Uh...Ben...you realize that my cock's gonna..." I began to warn him about the implications of his bare ass against my bare crotch.

He responded by grinding his ass into my crotch, pushing my cock against my stomach. This was a problem. Not a real problem, but a problem for my cock. It felt so damned good, and I wanted to grind against his super smooth and muscular ass, but I dove deep inside of my patience vault and brought out a healthy helping of 'don't you fucking screw this up.'

I had to do SOMETHING, so I took my free hand and put it back on his cock and started working it over again. I took my thumb and rubbed it against the tip of his head. His whole cock was still covered in his own precum, so my thumb slid up and down easily, driving him crazy. At the same time I massaged the underside of his cock with my other four fingers, sliding them over the sensitive skin.

I suddenly felt him press his ass against my cock, then move his hips forward. He stopped and then did it again. This happened twice before he took his hand, grabbed my ass, and pushed it forward and back, signaling me to grind against him. I gladly obliged, and soon my cock was sliding up and down his crack, sandwiched between his ass and my stomach.

I only had to stop once - when I had moved out too far and my cock had almost gone straight into his ass hole. While it pained me to move my cock out of reach of his probably super tight man pussy, I did.

After a few minutes of grinding and stroking/massaging his cock, Ben spun around, faced me, and put me in a tight hold, our hips pressed against each other, our cocks and balls squished together in ecstasy. He rolled onto his back and started grinding against me, so I returned the favor. Our faces were close together, but I kept back, giving Ben his space. His overly luscious lips called out to me, begged me, but I had to resist. I closed my eyes, shutting out the tempation.

After a few minutes, I decided that I was at least going to be completely naked for this experience even if Ben wanted to keep his shirt on. I stopped long enough to take mine off, then went to wrap my arms around Ben's torso in a stronger hold than I had before. To my surprise and delight, Ben reached up over his head and took of his shirt too. Now we were skin on skin, and I could finally enjoy seeing the rest of him.

Ben didn't have a huge chest, but he had defined-enough pecs and washboard abs. If not for those two things, I would have called him a twink.

He had HUGE nipples, the area around them about the size of a silver dollar, the nipples themselves nice and juicy. Like his lips, they called out to me, but I had to resist their intoxicating offer.

He pressed his chest against mine, put his hands around my back and squeezed. I answered with a tight grip of my own. We started grinding harder and faster. My cock was almost like a firehose of precum. Our hips were almost gliding across each other now, our sex juices mixing together, creating a sexy aroma of passion.

Our breathing got heavier as we kept grinding, and I put my head down on his shoulder so his mouth was right by me ear. I loved hearing him breath hard. I don't know why Ben stopped me jacking him off earlier, because he was sure keeping up with me now. In the heat of the moment I wished that it would have lasted forever. Our bodies were in sync, our cocks and balls grinding against each other in a sea of precum, our chests locked together, our nipples rubbing against each other's pecs. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt him pull my head up, and felt his lips press against mine.

Normally I would make the first kiss with a guy slow, steady, and memorable, but this was completely different. This was raw passion, and slowing down now would ruin what was happening. Instead, I pressed hard against his lips, then opened my mouth and forced in my tongue. If he wanted to kiss me, he was going to find out what it was like to REALLY kiss me. He didn't resist at all, and opened his mouth to let me in. Our tongues met in a swirl of exhilaration, exploring the whole of each other's mouths. I moved one of my hands from his back to the back of his head, caressing him and pushing him towards me at the same time.

All of the sudden Ben picked up the pace of his grinding, and before I could even think of slowing down so he didn't shoot too soon, I felt warm cum oozing from his cock. I kept grinding, his cum making its way down our balls, legs, and onto our stomachs. I didn't want him to feel like he cummed too soon, so I increased my grinding speed and was soon sent to the ledge of pure sexual pleasure. I hovered there for a few seconds before giving in and shooting my load to mix in with his.

Covered in spunk, still oozing from our cocks, we kept grinding against each other, kissing, and holding each other in tight grips. Finally when we both reached the 'too sensitive' point, we slowed down and moved off of each other.

"Wow." Ben was the first to say something. It wasn't much, but the tone of his voice said it all - 'finally.'

"Yeah" I agreed.

"Thanks for that" Ben turned his head and looked at me.

"You don't thank another guy for sex. Two dicks were hard and two loads were shot, everything evens out in the end." I smiled at him.

He gave a small laugh, then turned away to face the ceiling again. "You wont say anything to Tracy, right?"

"Of course, not, man. Bro code!"

"Cool."

"Ben I gotta know something, though." I put my hand on the top of his head and turned it to face me. "Am I the only guy you've been with?"

Ben looked away. "Yeah..."

Wow, I was his FIRST. First guy, probably, but WOW did that feel good. I couldn't help but smile. "How'd I do?"

"Good. But I might have to make sure that wasn't a lucky incident." Ben had a naughty look in his eye.

"NOW? Dude I don't think that I can go another..."

"No no, I'm spent too." Ben patted his balls gently. "These boys need some rest."

"You aren't gay, though, right?" I had to know.

"Probably Bi. I mean, I kissed you. And just shot a load of cum all over your cock, balls, and stomach, and didn't throw up when you did the same to me." He smiled. "But I still get super turned on when I see a chick's pussy and boobs staring at me on the edge of a bed."

"Fair enough. Just know that I don't want to take anything away from you and Tracy." I was being honest.

"She doesn't give me anything. I hate to say it, but she turned out to be just a piece of expensive arm candy. I don't know what to do. She's super hot, but a man has his NEEDS, Austin." He grabbed my cock playfully, then let go.

"Yeah we do. And I'm always here..." I grinned "...if you need me."

"Good to know. Whore." He laughed.

"You fucker, I'm not a whore!!" I sat up and stared at him and tried to put on a serious face, but erupted in a smile instead.

"Yeah? How many of the guys here have you fucked??"

I had to think about that one. Carlos and Mason, but there had been a few other ones around town since I moved in. I didn't realize it, but while I was compiling the list in my head, I was mouthing the names silently. If Ben wasn't paying attention, I would have kept going, but he cut me short of my thoughts.

"CARLOS AND MASON??"

Uh oh.

"Huh?" I asked stupidly.

"I saw you mouth Carlos and Mason. You fuckers have been getting it on under my nose?"

"Uhhh...." I tried to find the best way to break it to him. "....yup." Short and simple. That'll do.

"Holy fucking SHIT." Ben sat up and looked away.

"Hopefully that's not a bad 'holy fucking shit' but a good 'holy fucking shit.'"

"No it's totally cool. It just explains a lot. I thought that you guys didn't like me all of the sudden. You three seemed to be getting closer with each other and I felt like the odd one out." Ben was shaking his head up and down, putting it all together in his mind.

"Well if three guys fuck together, they stay together. Unless one gets herpes. Then they're outta there." I grinned at Ben.

"How many times have you guys fucked?"

"Just once. It was hot. Mason was in the middle..."

"You had a THREEWAY??"

"Oh...yeah...we kinda did."

I could see that Ben was curious about what I had just admitted, so I told him all about what happened. His eyes just got wider and wider.

"That's insane."

"Again...good insane or bad insane?" I had to make sure.

"Good insane, I just never would have guessed that you guys would have a three way after only a few months of knowing each other." Ben was looking down at the bed with an 'I-can't-believe-it' smile.

"Well I found out about Carlos first, and then Mason. Carlos bust in the cabin while Mason and I were making out and well...one thing led to another."

"And you didn't invite me?" Ben gave me a smirk.

"If I knew you liked guys, then I would have made a move sooner."

"So you ARE a whore."

"Gay guys aren't whores. Well, some are. But gay guys socialize with sex. You know: 'hey good to meet you. Oh is that your cock? Let me suck it and we'll be friends forever.'" I smiled at Ben.

"Well if that's what a guy has to do to make friends around here, I have a lot of cock to suck."

"Just three." I punched him playfully.

"Huh?" Ben looked at me.

"Me, Carlos, and Mason. Except that Mason is a hard cock to swallow. Fucking him would be a better way to make friends."

"One step at a time, man. I haven't even sucked a cock yet."

"Ever?" I wasn't surprised, but still didn't know how to relate to that.

"Nope. I'm not sexist when it comes to getting MY cock sucked, but I just haven't gotten myself to that next level of gayness yet."

"I won't push you towards anything you don't want." I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Well, man, welcome to the group, I guess. Carlos is always horny and loves to suck cock, and Mason doesn't mind getting fucked, but is a pretty good cocksucker himself."

"Good to know. It just so happens that I have a cock that likes to get off. But what about you?"

"What about me?" I asked.

"Do you like getting fucked?"

"If I'm in the right kind of mood, the opportunity might present itself to the right person."

Ben shook his head, sighed, and thought for a few moments before saying "well, man, I don't know what else to say other than holy shit."

"That's all anyone can say sometimes, Ben. Lets get cleaned up and get some sleep. I'll take you home in the morning." I moved off the couch toward the bathroom.

Ben followed me and after a quick shower we changed the sheets on the bed (there was an enormous amount of cum on the sheets) and settled in for the night.

"You down to snuggle?" I asked, giving Ben a pillow.

"Alright, stud. But watch out, I get morning wood." Ben took the pillow and settled in facing me, pulling a blanket over his shoulders.

"I can deal with that when it happens." I moved in front of Ben and he wrapped his arms around me.

Ben tucked his head into my shoulder. "Good night, Austin."

"Good night, Ben."

We were soon lost in a deep sleep. I dreamt good that night.