The Four Wheeler Incident
Me and My brothers
Chapter Eight
Art I. Fex
The next morning, I true to nature woke up at six something AM, despite the fact that I was exhausted. I looked around, and thanked God for the fact that I had awoken two days in a row, sure enough surrounded and covered by this passle of knotheads I loved so much. Michael was using my thigh as a pillow as he cradled Ben in his arms, and Shel was lying with his head against my head, and both our heads were on Randy's arm, my head had somehow ended up in Randy's pit area, but thankfully he smelt just like a guy should, not a shoe, and it was a comfortable little 'niche' for my head tha seemed to fit perfectly.
As I was smiling at the heap of dosing guys, I looked down to see Michael eyeing me sleepily. I smiled down at him silently as his lips curled into a big grin and he winked at me. His head continually rose and fell as it had moved up to my belly.
"Staying for breakfast today?", I said quietly.
"I think I might need to go home today, but I'll be back after lunch probably. My dad still needs my help on HIS place too.", he chuckled in a whisper.
"Want me to come with you? Or another one of the guys, or all of us? There probably won't be a whole lot to do here except for the routine things.", I offered.
"Well, I know you have stuff with your dad, but you could stop by after that if you get done in time, then we'll come back either for lunch or after lunch, depending on what time we get done at my house. Not sure what all my dad will have us doing, but only if you just want to."
"K, I'll go ahead and do the chickens, then I'll come back by here to see if your still here or whatev.", I said, carefully trying to extricate myself from the firm grip that Randy had on me without letting Shell fall over in his sleep.
Finally, I got out of bed, and leant Shel's head on Randy's smooth tanned chest. They looked adorable, I wanted to just stay cuddled up with them.
I went to the bathroom, bone leading the way, and relieved myself, then came back and slid into a pair of shorts and sliding my bare feet into my tennishoes, and told Michael I'd call him when I was done, to which he just sleepily nodded against Ben's sleeping head.
When I got to the farm, I was expecting to be the only person there, but my dad was there with my mom, and they were both doing other things. I said good morning when I saw them, and gave them their hugs and all. They asked if me and the clan had had breakfast yet, and I said, no, but when I got done, they'd probably be up and eating a little something. In the back of my mind I smiled at what they might be eating or drinking, then decided I'd better hurry just in case!
We broke away and continued our on directions, me doing my thing. Once I got done, I ran into my dad again, my mom had already finished what she was doing and gone to the house. I aske my dad what he had planned for the day, and was there anything that me and the others could help with. He sat on his five gallon bucket drinking from his like, half-gallon thermos of water and thought for a minute.
"Well, theres still a section of the pasture over thataway," he said pointing in the near vicinity of our new house, "it is gettin a little ragged looking since the cows aren't grazin it yet, we're saving that for rye grass come fall and winter ya know."
"Right, I'll tell Michael to hop to it!", I said jokingly.
My dad just grinned with a low chuckle, "speaking of which, what all else he got planned for the day?"
"Some stuff at his house, I thought that I might go over there and see if I could help speed em along...he AND his dad might preciate it."
"That'd be good, nothing much for you to do here now, I'll talk to the others when I get back to the house and wash up, call them and see what I can get them doing."
With that, we parted and I hopped on the fourwheeler, and decided to just go straight to Michael's place. I rode across the pasture, down through the dry part of the creek where we had camped before. My crotch throbbed a few times as I saw where the sandy section of the creek bed was still disturbed looking, prints in the sand and places where our walking, amongst other things, had russled the sand. I smiled as I pressed on to the cattle gap that was the gate into the Sasser property. I drove through, shutting the gate behind me and headed across the smooth, well grazed terrain of that particular pasture, the warm morning sun still making the sky a golden color that glistened off the dew drops that collected on the leaves and short blades of grass, making every spiderweb for a quarter mile visible as they glowed, and the cows all had a blanket of silvery droplets acrost their backs. They startled and parted slowly as I approached the group of them, until I reached the other gate that led into Michael's yard. I had never been here this way before, at least not that I could remember. I had only seen his place from a distance from the hill my house was on.
As soon as I pulled up, I saw Mr. Sasser moving towards the house. He was a man of great stature, not quite what you'd call a body builder, more slender, but I later found out that he made a hell of an athlete when he was back in school. His blonde hair matched his two sons, except it had a slight grayish tinge that only served to make him look more sophisticated in my opinion, and it was cut sort of in a buzz cut. He had a chiseled appearance, particularly to his face and a very kind, friendly aura that just radiated off of him. His light colored button up cotton shirt had it's sleeves rolled up, various stains on the front of it, axle grease was the most noticeable one and his worn jeans looked like they were made to match the shirt, as well as the darkly stained leather work boots, which probably used to be brown. He was wiping his hands off on a dirty looking blue rag as he smilingly made his way towards me. I held out my hand and took his rough strong hand in mine as we exchanged pleasantries.
"Well hey there Dave, enjoying the house up there?", he said looking into my eyes as he spoke.
"Yesir, it's doing us good. How are you all doin?"
"Ahh fine, mostly just tendin to things around here, then I am doing my other work on the side, so we just staying busy. You wanna come on in? Michael and Zack are in there eating some breakfast and I'm just about to join them.
"Sounds like a plan.", I said cheerfully, smelling the food from the kitchen as he pulled back the screen door.
As I walked in, I saw that the house definitely was inhabited by men, it held few 'softer' touches. One of these I found in the entry way, a small, sturdy looking table with lace across the top of it, contrasting with the dark wood, and on it was a bowl of potpuri and an ornate looking box with a beautiful lady's photograph slid beneath a pane of glass in the top of the box. I saw immediately that Michael must not have gotten ALL of his looks from his dad, the picture had to be his mother. I didn't stop to stare really as I continued to follow Mr. Sasser as his boots clomped on the hard wood floor into the kitchen. The kitchen was extremely homey and earthy, dark colors and a huge chop block like a foot and a half thick on sturdy legs functioned as the island where Michael and Zack were both eating.
"Hey Dave! Hava seat.", Michael said happily as his brother Zack looked up and shook my hand.
"Hi, I'm Zack, nice to meetcha.", he said simply with a grin that looked like it was coming from somone much younger than he was.
We all sat down and I picked up my plate, but didn't eat much, thinking I'd stick to a cup of coffee.
'So here he is,' I thought to myself as the three were talking, 'the HARD ASS that leveled someone with brass knuckles.' I stared at his large hands as I thought his, almost laughing at the mental picture.
"So, did your daddy have anything planned for ya'll today?", Mr. Sasser interupted my thoughts as he leaned back into his heavy chair, obviously full and satisfied.
"Well, he did mention some bush-hogging and such up in one of the 'soon to be' rye grass patches, but other than that, he said that if ya'll needed an extra set of hands here, that he'd have the other three to help him for now."
"Oh, so you're free for a while? In that case, you three could clean up the equiptment out yonder by the barn, that'd be a big help to me, so I can get started with some of my other stuff.", Mr. Sasser said as he looked through a door that led off of the kitchen that led to some curving stairs.
"Well, I'm ready when ya'll are, Michael said as he picked up the plates and sat them in the sink.
With that, me and Zack followed Michael out to the barn and hooked up the hoses. We had a multi hose that we found in the barn, so that sped things up a bit, two of of could have hoses while the other could scrub, sweep, or whatever else was needed to get the dirt, grime and whatever else was stuck to the blades and roters of the spreader.
"So, I've heard a lot about you lately, Dave, sounds like ya'll got a nice little thing goin over on the hill up there.", Zack said matter of factly as he and Michael sprayed their hoses into the spreader I was staning in.
I looked at Michael to see if his brother meant anything besides the obvious in his remark, but he just seemed to smile, so I figured his brother wasn't prying.
"Yea, it's nice to kinda have our own space and everything. Easier to just be guys that way anyway.", I laughed, trying to think of something typical to say that other guys would readily appreciate in their own place.
"Yea, I guess so, that's not too much of a problem over here with just me, Michael and Dad, we keep it pretty real I guess. We shape up and tidy up a little more when Grandma's coming over for dinner at night or something, but other than that...."
"But, you ought to come hang out with us sometime, and if you ever need a place to hang when dad aint here and ya get bored or somethin, just come over.", Michael said nicely. I admired how he and Zack seemed to be nice to eachother unlike alot of brothers.
"Yea, I gotta check it out and see that ya'll don't have more porn than me and that ya'll's furniture aint better or nothin like that!", Zack said playfully as Michael turned and sprayed his leg. Zack returned the favor, until they were in an all out attack. Michael grabbed his older brother's jeans and shoved the end of the hose down the front of them and it looked like Zack and just had a MAJOR piss in his pants, and Zack laughingly wrestled Michael onto the ground and straddled him, and just held the hose over his face and crotch till he was totally saturated.
I just lauged from above them in the spreader with my ratty looking broom,
"Looks like Zack had an accident.", I said teasingly.
At that, I got two heavy streams of water, one in the chest and one in the crotch and stomach before I could duck well.
We horsed around and finally finished the spreaders up, and I got to know Zack pretty well. He was basically an older, more physically developed, slightly more reserved version of Michael.
About the time that we were finishing, Mr. Sasser came around and just stared at us for a moment or two grinnin through his squinted eyes before he said, "I think ya'll missed the spreader a few times boys."
We just laughed and asked what he wanted us to do next. He thought for a second before telling us that he was done with us for a while, so if we wanted to head back over to my place to see if there was something to do there, we could.
The three of us headed over to the rental, found it empty.
"Looks like ya'll have cozy sleeping arrangements...", Zack's voice trailed off as we gave him a tour of the place.
"MMhmm, it suits us alright.", I said grinning at Michael.
"Don't leave a guy much, um, privacy, does it?", Zack said with a sheepish grin.
"We all got the same thing anyway, right?"
"Heh, guess so.", Zack said as we led him further to the kitchen and such.
On the fridge we found a note that read:
"Sup lover boys! Where'd ya'll go without us? (hehe)
RANDY/SHEL = Randy's house
BEN = Somehwere between Dave's and his house. There's a piece of toast left for Dave in case he didn't eat.
I looked on the table under the paper towel, and there was once piece of cinnamon toast with a large bite taken out of it.
"Randy you bastard...", I laughed under my breath. Michael laughed as Zack cut in,
"Lover boys?"
Me and Michael just glanced at eachother, he then said,
"Yea, their crazy sometimes, guess they were pickin at us for leaving without waking them up, like we were sneakin or somethin."
"Ah, I see.", Zack said with a funny smile, raising his eyebrows.
There was an awkward silence, so I piped in,
"Guess we should head over to my place and see what's goin on there."
There was Michael's fourwheeler and mine, so we took them both incase we needed to split up, me and Michael on one, Zack on theirs.
The sun was still hanging low enough in the sky that only part of it was blue, the rest was a golden orange color as we followed the tire marks through the dew covered grass until we broke off and went between the 375 foot long chicken houses and onto the drive that led up the hill to my house.
Once inside, we smelt food, and of course my mom was cooking for her, Dad, and I guess whoever happened to come in.
We said our good mornings, and hugged my mom before Dad got into some conversation with Zack, catching up on things. He never made any remarks about me and Michael, or anything like that, but found out about Zack and what all he was into these days since the last time they had talked. I drank another cup of coffee with mom until Dad said,
"Well, there isn't much going on today except some bush hoggin needs to be done if ya'll don't mind doin that."
Michael volunteered for that and I said that I would go see what Ben was up to.
With that, we disbanded and Michael went back to his house with Zack to hook up the bush hog and all and I went to Ben's.
Once I reached Ben's house, I immediately saw him in the barn cleaning up some things. His dad had been tinkering with a motor earlier, so Ben went behind him to put the tools away and such so his dad could move on to something else. He smiled when he saw me, his face matching the tan on his bare chest and legs.
Upon entering the barn, he threw me into a hug and I felt his sweat smear onto my chest that had just dried off, but I didn't care. "Have fun this morning?", Ben asked with a mischievous tone to his voice.
"Not that kind, just ate breakfast and washed a spreader, met Zack.", I said nonchalantly.
"Oh, so you haven't even had a morning jerk?", Ben said as though he were shocked.
I just sadly looked at the ground, "Nope."
"We'll fix that as soon as this is cleaned up, you come to help?"
"It'll get done quicker so we can move on to other things, won't it?", I said happily.
We organized the tools, wiped the oil off of them, and put them back into their proper cases, cubbies, then swept the floor off a little until the place looked decent again. "I think that'll just about do it.", Ben sighed taking a deep breath.
I replaced my broom and wrapped my arms around Ben's moist body, slightly dirty now from the grease and dirt we had cleaned up. "Have you gotten off this morning?", I asked in a whisper.
"Not enough!", Ben said as he took me by my upper arm and led me up stairs to the loft where it was warmer, but more private. We walked away from the edge a bit, and I smiled to myself remembering the show that we had seen from this loft. Ben then pulled me into a kiss, and I ran my fingers through his smooth blonde hair that was now stuck to his forehead. He ran his fingers down to my shorts and undid the button, letting them fall down to the floor, exposing my maleness to the outside world in all it's hardness. I undid his shorts, and they too fell, his cock already pointing straight up and a drop of cock drool ran down the underside of it when I squeezed it, skinning it back then pulling up again. I dropped to my knees and blew on it, making it jump up, the head flaring up a little larger.
"Need my protein shake to start the day off right.", I said as I licked the trail of pre from his cock before taking him whole. A gasp escaped his lips as my tongue danced around his cock head, which felt cool the first moment it entered my mouth, damp with his sweat and cooled off a little by the air hitting it, but it heated up quickly in my warm mouth as I bobbed my head on his rod slowly and nurturingly. A hand ran thru my hair and down to my shoulder as he began to work himself in and out of my suction, pulling out almost past the head, then pushing himself back in. He skinned his foreskin back against my lips as he pulled out before re entering my mouth, touching the back of my throat with his cock head. I could taste the precum as it leaked out onto my tongue, and I sucked harder to try and get more.
"Aah yeeeaaa," was all that left his mouth as he pushed in deeper and my hands grabbed his hips and butt, pulling him in til his pubes scratched my nose.
I continued my work on his cock, he reached down with his other hand to cup and pull his balls down rhythmically with my sucking. I pulled off and moved his hand over so I could take his balls in my mouth, one at a time of course, sucking them, tonguing them, and pulling them away from his body with my suction as I gazed into his half open eyes, his mouth open, but with a grin nonetheless. As I was about to move back to his cock, he pulled me up and kissed me hard, then he layed be down on my back, and sucked and worried my ears and neck with his tongue. I massaged his back and shoulders as he moved down, kissing his way down until he reached my own throbbing member. He took it in his mouth all in one swift motion and began to suck me slowly as I had sucked him, his own cock dripping and each drop made a mound on the dusty floor. I held onto his head as he seemed to think my body was a cup containing a really thick milkshake, and my cock was a straw! Finally, I felt myself getting close, and I knew he was close, so I leant up and took hold of his hips, pulling him around until he was straddling my face, my cock hardly ever leaving his mouth. He gripped my balls as I gripped his and sucked with even more fervor. as I pulled his dick down to try and get to it, some of his pre oozed down with the consistency of honey, and not tasting much different, left a string across my upper lip and nose before I opened wide to take him in. I ran my fingers and hands around in circles on the small of his back then down to his butt, cradling his hips as he tried to not thrust to much.
I could feel my cock swell with anticipation and the flutterings of my climax welling up inside of me, seeming to funnel down into my groin, and with each up stroke of Ben's head, it grew in intensity. I just groaned as my toes curled under my feet and my hands gripped Ben's hips even harder and I felt my seed leaving my body in high pressured spurts, Ben's mouth never leaving me as he swallowed every ounce. I then turned him on his back and pulled my still hard cock from his lips as I continued to suck on his. Ben's arm went between my legs and hugged the leg closest to him, his hand resting on my butt, where his fingers tenderly ran back and forth, up to my back and back down again as I sucked like my life depended on it. As he began to thrust his hips up to meet my face, he let out a deep gutteral sigh and kissed around my hip, then used his teeth as he gripped harder. I ran the hand that wasn't gripping his loaded balls up and down his belly, feeling his abs pop up with each thrust of his hips until he slung his head back with a long moan, and his hips up once more, suspended in air as I drove down as far as I could, bobbing faster than before until I felt him gush his release into the back of my throat, then feeling it run down my tongue. He tasted bland, yet slightly sweet as his cum coated my tongue and I felt it slide down my throat as I swallowed. I let up my sucking and came off slowly, making his legs twitch and one bend at the knee when I reached the sensitive head, then kissed and licked his balls and cock all over, making sure it wouldn't be 'sticky' later.
After we recovered, we just layed there resting for a while, him using my thigh as a pillow, until we heard a motor coming toward the barn.
"I guess that's Randy and Shel," Ben said as he lifted his head and pulled his shorts on, taking care to tuck himself and not get zipped. I followed suit and followed Ben down the steep stairs just as Randy came in the barn.
"Hey, am I too late for the mutual relief session?", Randy said as he slammed the door of his truck and came over to throw an arm out to squeeze me and looked at Ben smiling."
"What makes you think that we were doing anything like that?", I said squeezing him back, "and sense when do we ever get more than thirty minutes of relief from such a session?"
"Hah! I just couldn't help but notice that Ben didn't have wood tenting his shorts like he normally does, he's only like that for fifteen minutes or so after getting off ya know."
"I CAN'T HELP IT!", Ben said acting distressed, but then letting Randy know that he had infact missed some fun in the loft.
"But don't worry, we'll definitely make it up to you, right Ben?", to which Ben nodded a little to fast perhaps.
"Well, I actually didn't come to stay here anyway, I came to get ya'll and take ya with me to town and grab some pizzas at the gas station...
"And get me a log of Timberwolfstraightlongcut!", we heard Ben's dad call from over near the tractor outside the barn.
"'Aight!", Ben answered before whispering, "Think he heard everything else we just said?"
"Don't guess it matters, but we just had a craving for pizza, so we were gonna get several...it's good for breakfast and everything."
With that, we went in Ben's house and got us some shirts to wear, Randy not fitting into any of them, they were the 'rejects' that didn't get brought to the new house, so some didn't even fit Ben and me so well. Randy just grabbed one of Ben's sleevless undershirts and streatched it around his muscled torso, like a second skin.
"Damn you look all studdly wearing that...I'm ready to go ahead and make it up to you right here.", I said pulling the neck up to cover the top of Randy's pecks more evenly, feeling like I needed to tuck him into the shirt. I couldn't help myself, my mouth watered as I bent down to pull the edge of the shirt over and suck his nipple really hard.
"Ahh! Wait til later, don't wanna look like I'm carrying a concealed weapon into the gas station do I?", Randy said laughing.
Me and Ben slung on a couple of his worn out, softest tshirts and headed to Randy's truck, and we were bound for the gas station.
They had already called in the order before Randy came over, so it was supposed to be ready when we got there. We pulled into the rusted out looking gas station, and I smiled at the thought that about the only thing that shined on the whole place was the pizza making booth hidden away in the corner, making it look sorely out of place.
"So this is the gas station that Zack clocked and leveled that guy at?", Ben said with a hint of laughter in his voice.
"Heh, guess so.", Randy said beginning to get tickled thinking about Michael's story at the campfire.
We laughed about the story, we had a good fifteen minutes to do it too, and I talked about Zack that morning with me and Michael washing equiptment since the pizza was not ready. We figured that we didn't live but six or seven miles away, so it was excusable. While we were sitting there, we watched the varioius people walking in and out, and I noticed that Randy in particular was a chickmagnet. Made me feel good that I was in my position.
Finally, the pizzas were ready, and we paid the lady and got what Ben's dad wanted and headed back home. There just wasn't much to see around our small town, and not a ton of people either, again making me glad that I had the 'bros' to hang with.
We made it back to the truck, and we then wound our way back thru the country roads until we got back to our area.
We swooped by Ben's house and held the log out the window for Ben's dad, who made me laugh the way he seemed to be so desperate to get it.
"Don't you give him that mess!", Ben's mom hollered from the door as we all just laughed, "Gonna rot your teeth out."
"Shit I aint ever hearda such as that.", Mr. Harrison said dismissively as he tore into the package and winked at us, "It's aight, I know who's side ya'll's on."
We waved at both of them as we left and headed back down the road toward my place.
"Where do we need to take the pizza?", Ben said as he drove, his now bared foot letting off the gas peddle a little as he looked at Randy.
"The pasture over behind our house.", Randy mumbled as he chewed on a piece of pizza.
I myself had just gotten to the crust of my piece when we began bumping along thru the cattle gap and into the pasture toward the cloud of dust coming from over the hill. We saw Shel sitting on the hill, propped up on his arms, legs crossed as he turned around to look at us.
We came a stop on top of the hill just as Shel waved his tshirt at Michael to get his attention.
"Thanks guys, we're starving! How much do I owe for the delivery?", Shel said taking all the boxes from my arms.
"We'll work that out after we eat, how bout that?", Ben said with a grin, reaching over to dust some of the grass and dust that was caked on Shel's chest and arms.
Michael came riding up on the tractor, bouncing as he hit the humps and dips in the uneven ground. He was sweaty and dirty, but he still looked great I thought. His blonde hair, darkened by his sweat, clung to his sweaty brow as he stopped the tractor. I watched as his muscles strained on the gear shifts and the hand break before he killed the engine and began to walk towards us, or wabble I should say.
"Look like you need a break, Mike, come get some food.", I said holding up a box of pizza.
"WHAT?!", Michael yelled thru his smile.
"And some hearing protection would be good too.", Ben said as he just waved Michael over.
Michael laughed as he got closer, "Ah, just kiddin, but I am kinda addled from the motor, ya'll wanna take this over to the shade out yonder? I'm kinda hot."
I believed him, he looked it, and we agreed to go over where we had camped before. Randy got on the tractor and moved it to the house on our way down there, and we picked him up on the truck, Michael in the cab with me driving, the others in the back, still eating the pizza. We had a cooler with some cokes and some water we got at the gas station too.
"Hey, 'jall pass me a water?", I said thru the sliding glass in the back window, and Ben handed me one. I had the air cranked all the way up, and I held the water out to Michael, but he had his eyes closed enjoying the air conditioner. I looked at the sweaty, dirty, but irresistably handsome boy next to me, his chest and stomach moving in and out with his breaths, his arm propped in the window, hair swept back and sticking up everywhere, and yet I still felt over come with wickedness. I drug the icy water bottle down his side starting under his arm and down to his hip. He just about had a seizure in his seat,
"Woa shit!", he hollered in a higher than usual voice.
"I think you need to drink this, you look really hot.", I said almost feeling guilty for breaking his relaxation.
"Thanks, you're pretty hot yourself, but you're still gonna pay for that later.", Michael said rubbing a hand up and down his side then gulping down the water, letting it run down his chin and his chest, making a trail through the dust and grass until it was absorbed in the wet elastic of his shorts.
"I think that is enough bushhogging for a day, it's gotten too hot for that shit.", Randy said thru the glass, "we'll just leave the tractor at the house for today."
"I agree, I got that patch done, so I might be done for a while, we'll see.", Michael said after he had downed the whole bottle of water.
We parked the truck at the creek and headed down to where we had camped on the sandy area and made a spot to eat. We sat on some of the wood that hadn't gotten burned that night and sat the pizza boxes, which were getting emptier everytime I saw them, in amongst us. We talked and ate until all the pizza was gone. Me and Ben had split a pizza and some more, Randy, Shel and Michael ate the others, but we lost count.
"Ya'll look nasty, y...", Ben began as he stared blankly at Shel and Michael before he was interrupted by Shel,
"Thanks man, that's nice."
"I was gonna say why don't we go swimming.", Ben said exasperated, the rest of us laughing, me mostly cos I knew what would happen next.
"Sure, sounds great!", Michael piped up, and we all got up and started closing the boxes and slung them up towards the truck. I liked how there were hills on either side of us, the creek had hollowed out the area ten feet deep or more where we were in a hole almost, except it just went on down stream with the creek, nice and shady and private.
Ben had his eyes closed, streaching one arm up and the other down, his slim muscles curling under his tanned skin as he yawned loud and long. It was at that moment that he was swept off his feet by Shel and Michael and before he had a chance to go from yawning to yelling, it was all over but the splash.
I layed on my back laughing as I began to kick my shoes off, then stripped out of the rest of my clothes. I saw Randy, Shel, and Michael pulling off their shorts, and I couldn't help but notice that Shel and Michael, especially Michael had what looked like a tan line, only it was made of dust and grass. They laughed at the site of eachother as we walked into the water, then Shel was attacked by Ben, starting an instant water match between the two. I waded over to Michael and I began to rub the grass and grime off of him, enjoying the feel of my hands rubbing over the nasty mess until I got to the smooth skin beneath, almost like uncovering a lost artifact. Michael seemed to enjoy as he just floated on his back, nothing but his head out of the water on my shoulder. And just like rubbing the genie's magic lamp, the more I rubbed Michael's smooth muscles and ran my fingers thru his hair, the more his cock came to life beneath the semi clear water. I ran a hand beneath the surface to grip his tool, rubbing it tenderly in my firm grip as his hips jutted out to meet my hand.
"Mmm, that's great...but you're still not totally forgiven."
"What?"
"What? For making me nearly give myself a concussion in the truck earlier!", Michael said in a whisper.
"Oh, dear bro of mine, what must I do to gain your ever coveted forgiveness?", I said dramatically as I buried my destraught looking face in his neck before playfully yet feverishly licking and nipping my way to his ear, then pulling his head back so I could reach his lips.
"MM, you'll find out later.", Michael said seductively as he squeezed my cock and then swam towards the others with a smile on his face.
I was in need, I knew that if I were not standing in chest deep water, I would be dripping anyway. We continued to horse around in the water, and just enjoy the refreshment until we got a call on one of our cell phones.
"It's mine.", Michael said as he waded toward the edge, his muscular frame once covered in grass and muck now smooth as glass as the water dripped from his fingertips and hair down his back, running into every rise and fall of his contours, catching the white light filtering through branches and leaves of the giant trees towering above and around us.
"'Lo...yessir....heh, the creek actually....sure, whatcha need?...alright...bitte...bye.", Michael tossed his cell phone back in his shorts pocket and shook them to get off the grass and stepped into them.
"Sup?"
"Oh, my dad called and said that Zack was out and might bring a friend or two home tonight, and dad is out shoppin, so he was wondering if I'd tidy up the house a little."
"Well, me and Shel have some stuff at my house to do, and we're taking Ben with us, so...", Randy said nonchalantly as he grabbed Ben up in his arms and planted a smack on his ass, much to Shel's delight.
"Welp, I'll go with you and help with that if you don't mind.", I said, already pulling my shorts on.
"'Course I don't mind, just come on and you can keep me company.", Michael said grinning real big.
"I'm goin with them?", Ben said with a worried look on his face, standing there in his dripping shorts, they had gotten wet when he got thrown in earlier.
"Mmhmm, and you'll be takin those off before you get in the truck.", Randy said with an evil smirk. Shel just laughed more.
"Ride back naked?!", Ben said his eyes getting wider.
"What? It's just over there," Shel said pointing towards Randy's house, which really was several acres away.
Me and Michael began heading up the other side of the bank towards his house and Michael just called over his shoulder,
"Good luck Ben, and we'll call all yall later on."
"HELP!", Ben half laughed, half yelled after us as we headed towards Michael's house, my arm around his shoulder, his around mine, since no one was at home to notice anyway.