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Hard As Nails: Ch 19 -- Boys Will Be Boys
Clay shouted at his two sons, "If you're going shopping get a move on. I need to be back by 5 to go with Pops and Gunnar."
AJ ran up to his father, "We're coming. We couldn't decide what to wear."
Clay laughed, "You two are getting worse than Vic and Gitte. Why the fuss?"
"Dad! We're the Reed boys! We can't overdress for Walmart and have the girls thinking we're snobs."
"Nor can we dress down too much that we're looked down on as trash," Fifth commented as he finished pulling on a sky-blue Henley that hugged his upper chest and abs tightly.
"While trying to promote your sexuality by showing off your body with tight shirts and short tightfitting shorts," Clay finished smirking at his boys. "Let's go." The threesome left for Walmart. As they pulled out Clay stopped the truck and stared. "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle. Sure didn't take her long to get that out." The boys craned their necks to gaze at what their father had spotted. Just beside the pillar to the left of the truck was a yard sign in red, white, and blue. It read, `WRITE IN, MARTHA REED for School Board Seat 3.' Clay pulled out onto Lipe Road and saw another sign on the corner of their property. He turned south onto King's Highway to go to the Walmart in Port Charlotte.
Sean was in the library going over his drawings for the possible Reed-Walls Enterprises office building. He had started with his own office and studio before adding the reception area and Clay's office suite and conference room. The rest of the first floor would be restrooms and a rather fully equipped kitchen and breakroom, gym space, and solarium which could be used for yoga or tai chi. The second floor would house an office for each of the current divisions as well as an office for Leon and Martha. There would be two spare offices for future expansion.
Vic, Gitte, and Erik were sunbathing near the pool. "Erik, Gun seems excited about this campout," Gitte commented.
"He's excited about making friends so quickly." Erik took a deep breath and rolled into the pool. When he surfaced, he continued, "Remember how he was always the last one picked all through primary school? It affected the way he sees himself. Then he hit that growth spurt the summer before 4th grade. It's like everybody discovered Gun's not that bad a player after all. His self-confidence blossomed."
His sisters slid into the pool to cool off a bit.
"I'm glad he's come into his own," Vic noted
Gitte agreed, "He's so gifted in so many ways. I wonder if he's a reincarnation of Aristotle or Socrates?"
"Whoa there Sissy! Don't be making him into something he's not. Let's just be happy that Gunnar is Gunnar," Vic admonished. She splashed her sister which started a splashing battle between the three siblings.
When the splashing settled down Gitte stated, "I wish Mormor and Papu hadn't gone back so early this morning."
"They'll be back in two weeks and said they would stay for an entire week," Erik reminded his sister, "Papu is a real card. He keeps us all in stitches. You should hear the story he tells about Pops coming of age."
"We will have to ask him," Vic remarked.
"Oh you can ask but I doubt he would tell girls about Pops discovering who he is," Erik replied.
"Crude and rude huh?" Vic asked.
"Ah, you could say that Sis," Erik answered as he swam out of the pool and headed to the pool bath. "I've never asked."
"New don't ask don't tell policy?"
"Very funny," Erik shot back.
At Walmart Clay and his two sons hit up school supplies getting enough of the basics to get through the first few days. When they got to the men's department they ran into Victor and Ralph Sanchez with their mother. "Buenos Diaz, Senora Sanchez, Como esta usted?"
"I am well, thank you, Coach Reed. I'm Liza Sanchez." She shook his hands as well as those of the two boys. "I still don't speak much Spanish after 20 years of being married to Manny. Both boys are excited to have you as the head coach. Not many can say they are being coached by a former NFL player."
Clay blushed. "Thank you. You are too kind. We're just getting some school clothes for Fifth and AJ."
"I'm doing the same with Victor and Ralphy."
"Ma! Nix the `y,' please! Just Ralph."
She pinched his cheeks. "You may be a sophomore in high school, but you're still my youngest. You'll be Ralphy till the day I die. Deal with it." She laughed.
Ignoring his mother Ralph turned to talk with Fifth. "Did you see the list the team captains put out last night?"
"No. What list?
"We footballers dress alike so you can always spot us on campus. Team Colors on Mondays are red, Tuesdays are blue, Wednesdays black, Thursdays green for Varsity and team shirts for JV, Friday reverse those colors."
"I didn't see that email but I haven't been on. What did you pick?"
Ralph showed him what he and his brother, who was Varsity, had picked in the way of Polo shirts. "Mom won't let us wear just a t-shirt to school."
"Where are they? I'll get the same ones," Fifth said excitedly. Ralph and he disappeared.
Clay had been measuring AJ for his jeans. "Okay, son looks like you stayed a 30 waist and increased to a 31-inch inseam. Pick out five pairs of pants and 5 pairs of shorts. Then you can pick some new shirts. Now it's Fifth's turn." He turned to look for Fifth who had disappeared.
"He's with Ralphy coach, doing the matching shirt thing."
"Matching shirts?"
"A team tradition."
"Oh my, I guess I should have told them the new tradition, or rather the old tradition I'm bringing back. Ralph and Victor will need a dress white shirt, short sleeves are fine, and a pair of dark dress pants, not jeans. I've already ordered every team member a green Bulldogs tie. JV will wear their outfit on Wednesdays and Varsity on Thursdays."
"Thank you for telling me. Victor let's go get the new dress shirts. Coach you might want to get that word out today."
"I will Mrs. Sanchez, thank you."
"Please send Ralphy to me when he gets back with your son."
"Yes ma'am. AJ have you seen anything about what you're to wear for ROTC?"
"Not yet Dad. I'll check my email." The teen pulled out his iPhone and started looking through his emails and texts.
"I'll be back in a few; I'm heading to the restroom. Don't let your brother leave." Clay headed to the front of the store.
Fifth returned minutes later with Ralph. "Dad says to stay here so he can measure you for your pants. Ralph your mother is over picking up a dress shirt for you. She says you should join her there."
"Dress shirt! Why?"
"New dress code from the head coach."
"Mom can pick one out. I don't care about dress shirts. Fifth I can help with your measurements." Ralph grabbed one of the tape measures hanging outside the changing rooms. He wrapped it around Fifth's waist. "Thirty inches mi carnal." He then started to position the measuring tape in Fifth's groin. He hesitated a minute as he bumped into Fifth's rather large package, "Amigo, you are going to be very popular with the chicas!" He swiveled his hips and did a few pelvic thrusts to emphasize his point.
Fifth blushed but laughed, "Get er done bro. Get er done."
Ralph finished up, "Thirty inches in length as well."
"Thank you. I've grown an inch both ways."
"I'm still an inch longer," AJ bragged.
"What are we size queens?" Fifth laughed.
"Don't let Dad hear you," AJ cautioned. "Speak of the devil and here he is."
"So I'm a devil now?" Clay put his arm around AJ's head and gave him a noogy. "What did or didn't I do this time." He released his son.
"Nothing Dad. I was telling Ralph he needs to catch up with his mom."
"That's right, Ralph. They're over in dress shirts."
"OK Coach. See you Saturday."
"See you Saturday," the three Reeds responded.
AJ wandered off to pick out shirts and Fifth picked out jeans, dress slacks, and shorts. Thirty minutes later they were at checkout before heading for home.
Gunnar's libido was in overdrive. He knew he was going to spend the night with two sexy bisexual, if not outright gay, football players. He had already tossed his load three times that day and was working on a fourth load. This time he fantasized about both sucking his cock and balls at the same time while he fingered their assholes, massaging their prostates. Gunnar shot his load, hands-free, as he thought of Connor taking his left nut into his mouth and sucking on it while Bud sucked on the right nut. He calmed down a bit before grabbing his damp cum rag and wiping up his fluids.
Gun checked the time. It was only 4:15. Why was it taking so long for time to pass this afternoon? He grabbed his third shower of the day, brushed his teeth, and dressed in khaki shorts with a light blue Henley. He checked his bag again to make sure he had everything he thought he would need.
Sitting on his bed thinking for a few minutes, Gun pulled open the bottom drawer of the nightstand on the far side of his bed and retrieved a box of Magnum condoms and a small bottle of lube. "Now, I'm prepared for anything," he thought as he zipped up his backpack, grabbed it and his sleeping bag, and headed to the kitchen of the main house. He grabbed an empty Publix bag and grabbed a bag of Ruffles potato chips, a box of Keebler chocolate chip cookies, and three apples. He placed everything by the front door. He had twenty minutes to go.
Gunnar checked the office to see if Pops was there. He wasn't. He went upstairs to the library. Again empty. He approached his fathers' bedroom door and knocked.
"Come in Gunnar," Sean called from the bathroom. He had just finished his shower and was preparing to dress after brushing his teeth, combing his hair and beard, and putting on deodorant. "Getting anxious?"
"Pops, this is big for me. I'm the first one being invited out. I'm usually last."
"Bullshit! Maybe in primary school. You had your separate group of friends from 4th grade on. What's not to like? Handsome, well-built, intelligent, funny. Shall I go on?"
Gun blushed, "No, you made your point. I'm still nervous though. I mean, I can talk about some football. You can't live in this house and not absorb the finer points. But what if they start talking about country music, farming, or girls?"
Sean pulled on his jeans, tucked his cock and balls down the left leg, zipped up, and fastened the top button. He pulled on a green Henley before walking over to his son. He wrapped the teen in his arms and whispered in his ear, "Just go with the flow. Nothing wrong with admitting you don't know much about something." Gunnar hugged his father tightly.
Sean pulled back a bit and looked into Gunnar's eyes. "Given our recent discussions, could you also be afraid of springing wood?" The teen's eyes widened. "I thought so. Gunnar, just don't have any expectations. Don't force it. If something happens, it happens. If it doesn't it doesn't. Guys, both straight and gay, have been participating in circle jerks forever. If you need to get a load off to relieve the stress before we go, you can use our bathroom."
Gunnar blushed again. "Pops, I've tried `that' four times already. It just makes it worse."
"You dawg! Four times already and the day isn't over yet!"
"Pops!"
Sean hugged his youngest again. "You're going to have a great time. Let's go downstairs to wait for Dad. He should be home any minute."
"Too late, I'm here. Just need to drain the lizard and I'm ready to go." Clay stated as he rushed to the bathroom. A loud splashing was heard through the room as Farm Boy relieved his bladder into the toilet. Sean slipped into his O'la Kai flip-flops and headed to the door and out of the bedroom. Gunnar followed as the toilet flushed and Clay washed his hands in the sink.
Sean and Gunnar moved his stuff out to the truck and waited until Clay came outside.
"You have the directions?" Dad asked Gunnar.
"Yes Sir. I'll text them to you."
"Pops is driving, I'm pooped. Shopping with your brothers is an experience."
"And this is NEWS to you?" Sean inquired.
Clay shot his husband the look, "Give me a break, I've had a rough day."
Sean and Gunnar started playing air violins. Clay tossed the key fob to Sean and the trio got into the truck.
"Oh look, Mom's put out yard signs," Sean commented as they came to the end of the driveway.
"Saw them when we left," Clay mumbled.
"I do hope you don't make an ass of yourself with Mrs. Mack when we get there. You've had an amazing day and put a lot of shit behind you," Chief lectured. When Farm Boy didn't respond, Sean pinched the side of his husband's thigh."
"Ouch, yes Sir. I've been fortunate today. I'll make nice-nice. Remember not only am I a parent but I'm the coach." He rubbed his thigh. It always amazed him how Sean knew right where to punch, poke, slap, tickle, or whatever to get an immediate response from him. "Look at all these signs. Hell, even the gas station has one in its window."
"Mormor is a popular lady in town Dad. She has friends everywhere," Gunnar observed.
"Well for a first-time politician mounting a write-in campaign she is off and running," Sean added.
"Mom has been involved in politics behind the scenes for years. She made sure I was registered and voted by absentee ballot when I was in college. She'd send me her recommendations. I think all of us followed her lead," Clay mused.
"A family that votes together, right Dad?" Gunnar quipped. Clay shot him a look and the teen piped down.
"What did you pack for the overnight?" Clay asked trying to be more engaging.
"Just the essentials."
"May I see?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"He told you Farm Boy, the `essentials.' What more do you need to know?"
Clay resumed his slump in the passenger seat. Pops winked at Gunnar in the rearview mirror and the teen smiled back and nodded.
When they arrived at Vera and Fred Mack's home, Clay recognized it as the Old Raeburn house. The parents had died when he was a kid and their kids rented it out. He could tell the Mack's had spent a lot of time and money sprucing it up. The wraparound porch once more sported a scrolled gingerbread trim which set off the yellow clapboard sides. The walk was lined with gardenias and the porch alternated between wax myrtle and camellias. As they pulled up along the curb Conner and Bud came bounding down the porch steps and along the walk. They greeted Gunnar with high-fives and a lot of whooping and teenage chatter.
Sean and Clay followed the teens up to the porch where Connor introduced them to his mother and Mr. & Mrs. Harris.
"Paul, good to see you again man," Clay said as he shook Paul Harris' hands.
"Great to see you again Junior. You got that scholarship to play for the Stallions and I went off to play basketball for UF."
"You were always fantastic on the court. Agile and swift."
"Well thank you. We were both stars in our own right." Clay turned to chat with Vera and Tracey. Sean watched Paul give Clay the once over and settled his gaze on Farm Boy's ass.
Sean's alarm bell went off in his brain and he interposed himself between Clay and Paul. As he shook Paul's hand, Sean stared straight into the other man's eyes until the man looked away.
Paul had received the message loud and clear. He had been caught and warned off. He figured Sean was the Dom in their relationship. Paul knew he didn't stand a chance in hell of sampling Junior's goodies.
"My husband will be here at 6. He hopes y'all can stay and have dinner with us. You'll get to meet the rest of the family as well."
"How many children do you have Vera?" Tracey inquired.
"We were blessed with four. Adelle and Bea are twins. They're both seniors this year. Then we have Tyler who's a junior and Connor is a sophomore. What about you and Paul?"
"We have four as well now. Bud is our oldest. We lost a boy, Bradley, right after he was born,"
"Very sorry to hear that, Tracey. It must have been hard."
"Thank you. My body went crazy for a few years. After it settled down, we had three girls, Zora, Yolanda, and Willa. They keep me hoping."
"Shall we go sit down in the backyard? I'd love to hear about your family Sean and Clay." Vera led the way through the restored home and into the backyard by the kitchen porch which was screened.
The backyard was huge. The property was surrounded by trees on three sides. A concrete patio sided up to the back porch stairs. There were ten chaise lounges upholstered in bright primary colors there as well as ten Adirondack chairs out under the oak tree. The brick grill and a large picnic table filled out the rest of the space. The eight-man tent was set up just past the oak and not far from a fire pit built of paving stones.
"You and your husband have done a lot of work fixing up the Raeburn House, Vera," Clay commented. "It was the old, haunted house when I was a kid."
"Oh yes, Fred is very handy. We bought the house six years ago and started the restoration. Originally it was just the two lots with the house and the garage. After my grandfather died, I inherited enough money to buy the four adjoining lots. It gives us plenty of privacy and room for the kids to move around."
"Fred did all the work on the house?" Paul inquired.
"He sure did. Guys from the firehouse would help on occasion if he needed extra muscle. He taught the kids how to do electrical, plumbing, lathing, plaster, tile work, and probably a lot more. Whether they ever use it will remain to be seen. We hope to finish off the attic bedrooms sometime in the next month. Then each of the children will finally have their own room. They have been sharing all this time."
"Nothing wrong with sharing a room. Gunnar and Erik shared a room until we moved here," Sean added.
"Oh yes, you were going,' she paused, "Connor stop running into the house like that. Sorry, your children's names?"
"As you have probably heard we have six. Victoria is the oldest followed by Birgitte. Both are sophomores," Sean began.
"Twins?" Tracey asked.
"No a few weeks apart. We planned the surrogacies that way," Clay added.
Then we have Leon and Andrew. They are twins. They were followed a bit later by Erik and Gunnar who are also twins. Twins run in my family," Sean continued. All four boys are freshmen."
"Such a shame they had to see the dark side of Arcadia twice in one week," Tracey commented. Paul gave her the eye to shut her mouth but she continued. "Paul and I met when UF played Stoney Brook. I was a cheerleader. We kept in contact and one thing led to another. We were married in New York and lived there a bit as Paul pursued his master's degree. When he brought me here after we married everything was fine. Then the community found out I was a Mennonite. I know my people shun me because I left. I wasn't expecting the same treatment here."
"Oh, you chose to leave after Rumspringa?" Sean inquired.
"Yes. I am from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. My family belongs to the Wenger Mennonites. It is the largest Old Order Mennonite group. They still use horse-drawn carriages for transportation. I took my time away and went to Philadelphia. When I came back home, I missed the English life and told my parents I was leaving, It was a hard parting. I was allowed to take whatever I wanted and my mother gave me some things she had been saving for my wedding. My father drove me to the bus stop and helped me stack my meager belongings. Everything fit in two suitcases and a flower sack. He kissed my cheek, got back in the buggy, and drove away. I had a letter from my sisters telling me how Mama cried. They didn't attend our wedding. Yet they did send a gift. We write perhaps every two months. They do know about their grandchildren."
Tyler came outside and started the grill. "Tyler come here and let me introduce you," Vera ordered." The teen came over and smiled warmly at the guests. "Tracey and Paul Harris, Sean Walls, and Coach Reed, this is our oldest son, Tyler."
"It is a pleasure to meet all of you. Mr. Harris, I've seen your name on the basketball plagues in the trophy cases. Basketball is my sport. It's a real honor to meet a legend." The teen shook Paul's hand enthusiastically. "You too Coach Reed. We can't believe our luck getting a former NFL player as our head football coach. Connor is a lucky guy." He shook hands with the remaining adults and headed back into the house.
While the adults were getting to know each other the three boys were settling their things into the tent. Connor suggested, "Gunnar why don't you set up your sleeping bag in the middle then Bud and I will be on either side of you."
"Sounds like a plan," he replied as he plopped his bag in the middle of the back wall of the tent and unrolled it on the yoga pad that Connor had placed there when he set up the tent with his father the day before. "What did you bring to snack on tonight, Bud?"
"I brought a six-pack of Mr. Pibb, a bag of Doritos, and a bag of pork rinds. You?"
"I went with Ruffles have ridges, a box of chocolate chip cookies, and three apples."
"I brought the pantry," Connor laughed. "We run out of anything I'll go in and get stuff."
"My Mom sure is talking a lot," Bud commented. "I haven't seen her talk that much in a long time. She concentrates on my sisters and lets me do my thing with Dad."
"Well, she's got another woman to talk to today," Gun responded. "You should see my sisters together, then add in my grandmothers or one of my aunts, and it's `girl time!" he exaggerated his voice to sound more feminine on the last two words. The three teens laughed.
"Dad's being quiet though. That's unusual for him," Bud added.
"Straight guys are often intimidated by gay men. Pops and Dad will try to make him feel comfortable."
"Pops?" Connor asked.
"Yeah. Guess when Vic and Gitte were little, they tried to get them to say, Papa. It's a family thing. Papa for a father and Papu, which is Greek, for grandfather. Anyway, Vic could only get out the Pop sound and Gitte added the s when she said it. So Pops. Dad is just Dad."
"Which is which?" Connor inquired.
"Oh, your coach is Dad and the other Pops."
"Kewl," both teens replied together. They laughed at their timing.
Sean turned toward Paul, who was seated beside him, "I'm an interior designer and architect Paul. You were right about the details of this restoration. What do you do?"
"I run my ranch. I have three hands that help me with the cattle. And maintaining what's left of my family's groves. Of course, we're not as big as your operation Junior, but it's an honest living."
"Of course it is Paul. I'm surprised Peter didn't take up the family business."
"Pete has stars in his eyes. He headed to California and is a big-shot attorney to the stars. His son was just here visiting. He's on his third wife. He's a bit of a Henry VIII. He just divorces them after no male heir. He has 5 girls then finally had his boy."
"Please tell him I said hello. He was a great quarterback."
"Yes, he was. He's still athletic. Tennis and squash I believe are his sports today.
Sean inquired, "Paul do the ranchers around here ever work together on projects?"
"What kind of projects do you mean, Sean?"
"How to improve citrus yield or using natural pesticides are two examples."
"Gnaw. The Reeds have always been the innovators. Most of the owners around here keep doing their own thing and scraping by. I mean we're not hurting, but Arcadia is a place that changes very, very, very slowly."
Sean nodded his head. He thought to himself, "He just answered more than my question. He's telling me being gay in Arcadia is not going to be easy."
"Seems to me that your old man tried some innovative stuff right along there with my dad for a while Paul."
"Yes, he tried to diversify. Unlike your dad, who took it one step at a time, he rushed into corn, tomatoes, watermelon, strawberries, and peaches. Then he added goats figuring there would be a market for goat milk and cheese. Pete and I had to step in to save what we have. I've built it back up though."
"Perhaps we can serve as a resource if you choose to try to diversify again," Sean offered.
Paul eyed Sean suspiciously. "Thanks for the offer. I'll file that away for future thought."
"He's blowing me off," Sean thought as he sat back into his chair and sipped the Arnold Palmer Vera had served him.
Fred Mack pulled into the garage beside the house followed closely by a yellow 2015 Honda Accord. Adelle and Bea got out and walked with their father to the patio. There were introductions all around. Connor came running from the tent and chest-bumped his father. Tyler sauntered out of the house and hugged his dad.
"Anyone hungry?" he asked.
"I could eat a horse," Connor admitted.
"You'll have to settle for pork chops little man," Fred stated as he rustled his son's locks. "Ty would you please help Connor bring out the pork chops? Oh and thanks for heating the grill for me."
"Happy to Dad." The teen and his brother headed off into the kitchen.
"Busy day dear?"
"Not really. Old lady Jewell set off the smoke detector again at the ALF. She insists on lighting candles. We had one car accident to clean up and someone set a dumpster on fire behind the Winn Dixie."
The boys returned with the pork chops and Fred began grilling them. Vera went into the house with her four children and began transforming the huge picnic table for the meal. They had already wrapped the corn on the cob in aluminum foil with butter and it was placed on the grill as well. A Dutch Oven of baked beans was carried from the house and placed on a hot pad. Flatware was placed in glasses and placed beside the paper plates which were nestled in a plastic support tray, Individual loaves of sweet cornbread were in a breadbasket covered in a dishcloth.
"Mr. Mack, how long does it take the corn to cook," Gunnar asked.
"Not long Gunnar. It was boiled earlier to soften it before being wrapped in the foil with butter."
"I can't wait to tell Fifth. He's my oldest brother. He is starting to get interested in cooking." Fred nodded as he turned the pork chops.
"Those chops are huge, Mr. Mack," Bud stated.
"We get some great cuts of meat down at Fussel's," Fred replied to the teen.
Both Gunnar and Bud were fascinated at how deftly Mr. Mack was working his grill. He was managing the 12 ears of corn and pork chop steaks with ease, rotating, or flipping as needed. He finally pulled one of the steaks from the grill and cut it open, It was cooked beautifully. He pulled the pork from the grill onto a large platter Vera had brought out for them then placed the corn on another tray that Adelle was holding.
"Time to grab it and growl," Fred announced. Everyone took a seat. Vera lit two citronella candles and Fred led a short prayer, "For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful. Amen."
The meal was delicious and the fellowship enjoyable. After dessert, Tracey, Paul, Sean, and Clay thanked their hosts and admonished their sons to be good boys. Then they left. Fred reiterated the rules to the boys before he joined the rest of his family inside the house. The three teens retreated to the tent.
"Finally!" Connor sighed loudly. I brought out Cards Against Humanity as well as a deck of cards. I figured we could play poker later or poker first and cards later."
The three boys decided on Cards Against Humanity first.
True to his promise Fred checked frequently on the boys. He was out 3 times in the first hour. As dark descended he checked again and zipped the bug screen into place. "You ready for your bonfire Connor?"
"Yes Sir. I'll go get the marshmallows, chocolate bars, and graham crackers," he stated as he ran barefoot across the yard to the house.
Gun and Bud sprayed bug spray on each other and joined Mr. Mack as he ignited the wood. When Connor returned the rest of his family was with him. They pulled the Adirondack chairs around the fire pit and settled down. Since it was Connor's night as a host, he got to prepare smores for everyone. As he prepared them the family began sharing ghost stories.
Vera began with a story about a girl whose stepmother insisted she is sent away. The girl is taken to a cabin in the woods. She was barely surviving the harsh winter conditions by gathering firewood, trapping small animals, and finding roots to eat. One dark night she answered a knock on the door and a ghostly Cow's head demanded hospitality from her. She brought the head in, fed it, and let it sleep by the small fire she had built. In the morning the head was gone but a chest of gold and fine clothes was in its place. Her father returned to bring her home where she met and married a nobleman. Her stepsister, seeing the girl's good fortune packed food and bedding and went to the old cabins as well. Once more in the middle of a cold dark night, there was a knock on the door. When the stepsister answered it was the ghostly cow's head once more. It demanded hospitality of her. The girl slammed the door on the specter. In the morning all her fine clothes had been shredded into rags. Her food and fine bedding had been turned into ash.
Adelle told the story of the Yellow Ribbon worn by a beautiful young woman around her neck. She never explained why she always wore that yellow ribbon. She eventually married and had children. In the fullness of time, she grew old and sickly. One day she asked her husband to remove the yellow ribbon. When he did her head fell off.
Tyler's story was next. There was an old, old woman who went out on a winter's day to find something to eat. She spotted something unusual in a clump of leaves. She poked at it and it moved. She dug around it and discovered a large hairy toe. She brought the toe home and put it in a pot of boiling water to make soup. The old woman ate that hairy toe soup. It was the best meal she had had in many weeks. Then she went to bed and slept under her heavy blankets.
Around midnight she heard the wind howling. It seemed to say, "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! Where are you, hairy toe?" The old woman covered her head with the blankets.
From the woods outside she heard a stomping sound and a strange voice called, "Hairy toe! Hairy Toe! Where are you, hairy toe?" The old woman cowered in her bed.
The stomping continued until it was beside her cottage. Once more an unearthly voice called, "Hairy toe! Hairy Toe! Where are you, hairy toe?" The old woman sprang from her bed and bolted and barred her cottage door.
Suddenly, there was a banging on the cottage door and the old woman fled once more to her bed and hid under the covers. A voice from outside the cottage called, "Hairy toe! Hairy Toe! I want my hairy toe!"
Suddenly the cottage door splintered into many pieces and a large creature filled the cottage doorway. "Hairy toe! Hairy Toe! I want my hairy toe!" The old woman cowered in her bed but finally screamed, "I ate your hairy toe!"
The old woman was never seen again. The villagers found her splintered door, empty bed, and a large footprint on her garden path which was missing its left big toe.
Each person around the fire told a story until it came to Gunnar who was last. "I'm afraid I don't know any."
"Well for next time you get to tell us two," Fred reassured him.
"Count on it, Sir." Gunnar was relieved to know that he would be invited back.
Fred pulled out his guitar and led the family and guests in singing some folk songs. They sang Michael Row Your Boat Ashore, Kumbaya, Daisy, There Was a Dog, I Point to Myself, O Susanna, Clementine, The Grand Old Duke of York, and Home on the Range. They even sang and acted out the Hokey Pokey. The final song was Good Night Ladies.
"I'm having a great time," Gunnar enthused.
"The best is yet to come," Connor told him.
"Good night boys. Don't stay up too late," Vera told them as she walked toward the house with her three children.
Fred asked, "What are your plans for the night Connor?"
"Well, we played Cards Against Humanity earlier. Maybe we'll play 500 or a game of poker. Or maybe we'll just shoot the breeze."
"Watch him guys, he cheats at cards," Fred cautioned laughing.
"No I don't, Dad. I'm just luckier than most," he laughed too, hugged his father, and kissed him goodnight.
"Good night, Gunnar and Bud. Have fun. I'll check on you later," Fred said as he carried his guitar back into the house.
The three teens slipped into the tent and zipped the mosquito netting into place. Connor lit the hanging battery lantern in the middle of the tent. He dropped on top of his sleeping bag. "What do you guys think so far? Having fun?"
"I am," Gun responded as he plopped onto his bag.
"Me too!" Paul practically shouted as he sat cross-legged on his bag.
"Makes it unanimous!" he fumbled nervously with the zipper on his sleeping bag for a few seconds. "How about a few hands of gin rummy?"
"Sure," Bud enthused.
"I'm up for anything," Gunner added.
"I sure hope so," Connor replied softly as he shuffled and dealt the cards.
Three games later Bud whined, "Your dad was right. You're a card shark!"
"Lucky in cards, unlucky in love. Story of my life so far," Connor mused
Gunnar laughed, "Thankfully no money is involved. I'll deal this time."
In the middle of the fourth game, Connor heard the screen door creak open. A few minutes later his father unzipped the netting and the flap and stuck his head in through the opening in the flap. "Hope everyone's sober!"
"Dad! I'm not Tyler! You know I don't like beer from the few times you gave me tastes of yours. I want the hard stuff, Mogen David!"
Fred roared, "Yes, boss! I'll run down to the store and pick up a bottle of Welch's grape juice for your breakfast!" Everyone laughed. Then he did a passable imitation of Arnold Schwarzenegger's, "I'll be back!" before zipping up the flap and the nettings.
"If he follows his pattern, he'll be back in 5 minutes. He thinks it's random but this visit will be followed in 5 minutes. After that, he goes upstairs and takes a shower before going down to sleep on the living room couch."
"How you figure?" Bud asked.
"Well, when he started this checkup thing last year with Tyler I'd watch from in the house. I figured if I saw my brother sneaking in, I'd make a noise to wake up my dad. I was surprised when I found him asleep on the couch. Then I really started watching. I may be off a few minutes here or there but the pattern is there. Check the boys, lock the front door, turn off front lights, check the boys, shower, sleep an hour check on boys sleep a few more hours,"
"OK, OK, you got your dad figured out," Bud said picking up his cards. "What this lucky in cards, unlucky in love. I'm unlucky in both."
Unknown to the three teens, Fred Mack was ahead of schedule that evening. He arrived outside the tent just as Bud had asked his question. He listened intently to their discussion.
"Yeah, what's that all about?" Gunner chimed in.
"I heard it one time from an old man who was playing cards at a church social. He had won every hand he played. I looked it up online once I got home. It's an old saying first documented back in 1864. It implies that if a man spends too much time playing cards, he won't be spending enough time with his wife. I spend too much time gaming, playing cards, and participating in sports to be of interest. I've never even been kissed."
"Me either," Bud noted. "What about you Gunnar?"
"Depend on what you mean by kissed Bud. Last year my brothers and I went to every school dance. We were mauled by the girls. I came home with bruises on my dick after every dance until this one girl tried to kiss me and stick her tongue in my mouth. I walked away. She grabbed me in the cafeteria the next day and asked why I rejected her. I told her I was saving myself for the right one. She asked if I was the marrying type. I told her I guessed so. After that lots of dancing but no more cock grabbing. The girls would surround me at lunch, bake me things, and pass me notes. Hell, some days I'd open my locker and it was like a mail drop." The boys laughed.
Fred had heard enough. He unzipped the screen then the flap and looked in on the three boys. They were seated essentially where they had been a few minutes before. "Knock, Knock, just checking in."
"Gee, Mr. Mack, you were just here," Gun replied.
"It's my job to keep you guys on your toes," he replied. "No boozing it up."
"What about a game of naked hide and go seek?" Gunnar asked. "You could join in."
"Where did you learn that game," a startled Fred asked.
"Methodist Church Camp two years ago up in Weirsdale. Our whole cabin missed out the first night the other guys played it. We didn't hear about it till the next morning."
"Same place I learned it 30 years ago," he laughed. "Just keep the noise down. I don't think the wife would appreciate seeing three flapping dongs with bare asses running around the backyard. Have a good night." He zipped up the flaps and returned to the house. Instead of the couch, he went upstairs to his wife.
"Something wrong Fred?" Vera inquired as he entered the bedroom where she was reading her Bible.
"Not a thing. I was just reminded of what it is like to be a kid."
"How so?"
"Coach's son reminded me of a game we played at church camp 30 years ago. Asked if I wanted to join in. I declined. It's a boys' game. Just need to let them be boys. Did you know that Connor has never been kissed?"
"He most certainly has, I've kissed him, and so have his grandmothers and sisters and cousins."
"Vera, you know damn well what I mean. He's a sophomore and has never been kissed by a girl."
"Oh, well perhaps he's saving himself."
"That's what I heard the coach's son say about himself. It's what made me decide not to check on them the rest of the night. They're good boys. Let them be boys." He pulled the Bible out of his wife's hands, placed it on the nightstand, flicked off the light, and reached under his wife's nightgown.
"Oh Freddie," she giggled.
Outside, Connor waited until he heard the screen door close and the back door behind it. "Let's play strip poker."
"Why bother with poker," Bud answered, "just strip already." He pulled off his shirt and shoved his pants off before standing up and jacking his cock a bit. Then lay back on his sleeping bag. Connor and Gunnar just looked at him, giggled, and were soon as naked as Bud. "Now we don't have to wait for the locker room to see what we're packing and Connor, you and I lost. Gun you're hung like a horse. I can see why the girls were so interested."
"When you walked outside in those red speedos every eye was on you," Connor stated. "There are a lot of the guys on the team who want to know if you're packing like your old man."
"I can tell you, it runs in the family," Gunnar replied. "it wasn't just the players. There was at least one of the coaches as well."
"Can I touch it?" Bud asked.
"Let's play hide and seek in the backyard. If you find me, you can touch it."
"Agreed," both teens said together. Connor reached for his pants.
"You won't need those. We're doing this starkers," Gun ordered. "We already told your dad we might. He didn't say we couldn't. Would someone please help me with the bug spray on my back please?" Bud jumped right up and started spraying the OFF on Gun's back and buttocks. Gunnar then sprayed the rest of his body and rubbed it in his ass crack, balls, and cock. "You two can spray each other while I hide. Start counting to 100 slowly. Oh, dim that light too." Conner dimmed the light and Gunnar unzipped the flap about 3 feet from the ground and did the same with the mosquito netting. He crawled out of the tent and stood up.
The cool night air felt wonderful on his body. He ran around the tent twice slapping at the walls while he scanned the yard for a hiding place. He heard Bud start counting. Gun hit the back of the tent once more before changing direction. He ran to the side of the yard near the garage before veering back to the massive oak tree near the fire pit. He stepped on a bench beside the tree. He grabbed a branch and hoisted himself up. He climbed carefully, testing each branch before putting his full weight on it. Once he was halfway up, he positioned himself so the tree was between the tent and himself.
Bud yelled, "100 ready or not here we come." The two football players crawled out of the tent through the opening that Gunnar had made and headed to the back of the yard. They soon returned and stood by the fire pit surveying possible hiding places.
"He might be under the porch steps, or on the other side of the garage," Connor mused. "Hell, I wish we had told him he had to stay in the backyard. He could be under the front porch or standing in the woods. How do you want to play this?"
Bud shook his head. "Let's check the places you mentioned first. If he's not there we'll take a stick and start poking the brush along the edges of the yard. You can take one side and I'll take the other."
"I'm looking forward to grabbing that cock and seeing it grow," Connor added.
Bud agreed, "Yeah, damn shame he sprayed it with repellent. I would have given him a blow job."
"That was my thought too. We're all sprayed up too though. We can always rinse off the important parts at the hose. Let's check the steps first," Connor led the way.
Gunnar was having a difficult time being still and not laughing as he heard every word the pair had shared. He watched as they checked the stairs, then the garage, and finally disappeared around the house.
This was his chance. Gunnar climbed down swiftly from his perch and ran to the tent. He ducked inside quickly. The heavy canvas hid the dimly lit interior from the outside. He fished out the washcloth he had brought from home and poured some of the water from the bottle he had been sipping while playing cards. He washed his face, armpits, tits, cock, balls, and ass. He could hear the boys poking the shrubs along the sides of the yard trying to flush him out. He stifled a laugh and got into his sleeping bag and waited.
Fifteen minutes later Connor called out, "Olly, Olly, Oxen Free! You win!" Gunnar burst out laughing inside the tent. Within moments Connor and Bud crawled back inside and jumped on Gunnar in his sleeping bag. "You dawg! How?"
"When?" Bud demanded.
Between roars of laughter, Gunnar answered, "After you had your," he laughed, "conference at the" more laughter, "oak tree."
"So we don't get to touch it," Bud whined.
"Oh, I don't know Bud, you said you wanted to suck it," Gunnar teased.
"Not with all that bug crap all over it!" Bud whined.
"I washed it off." Gun threw the damp washcloth at Bud who threw it at Connor.
"I could kiss you," Connor exclaimed.
"I'm up for that," Gunnar retorted as he threw back the sleeping bag's top to reveal his fully aroused cock as hard as nails. Connor went in for this kiss while Bud grabbed the engorged penis and tried to figure out the best way to get it into his mouth. "Finish zipping up the tent. Then we can get down to business."
Connor reached out and pulled the zipper into place on the mosquito netting and did the same on the flap. He returned to lay beside Gunnar who pulled him into a kiss where their tongues were exploring and probing.
Bud decided to start by licking Gun's dick like a popsicle. He started at the base and licked up the underside along the meaty vein. When he reached the piss slit he discovered Gunnar was already leaking cock snot. He lapped it up savoring the sweetness of its taste. He knew he'd not be able to deep-throat the monster dick he held in his hands but he was determined to get the head in his mouth. Stretching his jaw as far as he could manage, he descended on the head. The first inch went in find but as he went down further his teeth scraped the sensitive skin.
Pulling out of his make-out session with Connor, Gunnar ordered, "Watch the teeth, Bud."
The teen pulled up and apologized. "Sorry, Sir. I'm going to have to practice getting something that huge into my mouth."
"I have an idea," Connor piped up. He thought to himself, "In for a penny in for a pound." It was a saying he had heard his grandmother use when talking about commitment. The other two teens looked at him waiting. "Bud and I will sixty-nine while you," he paused a moment, "fuck us."
"We don't have any lube or condoms, Connor. Unless you're going to run in and borrow some from your dad," Bud responded. "Not that I'd mind being fucked. My cousin, Rich. has only been gone a week and my fingers in my ass don't do it like a nice cock." Connor and Gun looked at Bud in disbelief.
"Oh, I've never been kissed, but I've been fucked," Connor retorted in surprise.
"Not only have I been fucked, but I fucked him too. I do like your idea though. Just we don't have the supplies and I don't want to risk anything," Bud admitted.
"Well we're in luck," Gunnar began. I happened to have brought lube and condoms."
"Who do you want to fuck first?" Bud squealed.
"Well, Connor is our host."
"I've never had anything in my ass," Connor admitted.
"I'll get him ready," Bud stated. "Lay flat on your back and pull your legs back." He helped Connor get into the right position. "Perfect, pink, pucker," he gushed before diving down to lick the virgin hole. Connor shuddered at the intense erotic feelings he was getting from having his asshole tongued, kissed, and licked by his friend.
"Whoa, there, Buddy," Connor yelped as Bud stuck his index finger into the squirming ass. "What are you doing?"
"Getting you ready silly," Bub replied. "You need to have your ass muscles relaxed or that dick will split you apart when it enters you. Now relax and enjoy."
Connor relaxed and watched Gunnar getting the condoms and lube from his backpack. He felt he was going to shoot when Bud's finger touched his prostate for the first time. "What's that you touched inside me?
"That would be your prostate. Sometimes they call it a G-spot or a P-spot," Harris replied.
"Its proper name is the prostate. Do you want the technical details?" Gun inquired.
Gasping as Bud touched his prostate with two fingers this time Connor replied, "No, I'll look it up later." He lay back, closed his eyes, and let the sensations wash over him. His 5 ½ inch cock seemed to have grown longer and heavier from the ministrations of his friend. Bud continued licking the pink rosebud while fingering the opening with two fingers.
Connor was relaxing quickly. Bud added a third finger. Connor just sighed hen moaned at the waves of pleasure his body was experiencing. Before long Bud was at four fingers. Connor just moaned louder as his ass was spread wider. "Your cousin teach you this?' he panted.
"Sure did. Now it's time to go to work Connor. I'll lie on the ground. You get on top of me doggy style and suck my dick while I suck yours. Gunnar will ease into you."
"Let me finish rolling down the condom," Gunnar replied. A moment later he positioned himself behind Connor. He squirted lube onto the perfect, pink, pucker Bud had opened up for him. He then coated the four fingers of his right hand and inserted them all at once into Connor's backside.
"Is that your cock?" Connor asked as he lifted his mouth from Bud's dick.
"No, just my four fingers working lube into your ass. Relax." He twisted his fingers around spreading the lube around the edges of the anus. Withdrawing his fingers he noticed Connor's hole stayed open for a few seconds. He added more lube and worked the hole again. Connor was sucking on Bud and just moaned into the penis he was working on. Bud moaned on Connor's prick as well and sent more shivers down the teen's spine.
Connor worked the virgin hole a third time. As he withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock head and pushed in to just past the glans before stopping and holding still. Connor felt his ass being breached. There had been a slight twinge. He wiggled his ass to indicate he wanted more and Connor complied. He bottomed out and remained still.
Connor gasped, "That's your cock! How far in are you?"
"All the way stud. I'm ready to fuck when you are."
"Then stop talking and fuck me," Connor demanded. Gunnar did just that. Every time he slid across Connor's prostate the lad would moan and shake his ass. Gunnar would vary his strokes. He'd long dicked the ass a few times, before doing some short strokes until he found the right depth to hit the P-spot. After that his short strokes always teased it. He also added very slow full-length strokes letting both of them experience the depth to which his cock was reaching.
As the fuck was progressing Bud had a bird's eye view of Gun's swinging balls. He could see they were tightening as the ten approached his orgasm. He redoubled his efforts on Connor's cock.
Gunnar pulled out and then plunged back inside Connor a few times. Each time would bring a muffle, "Umph," from Connor as he continued to such and tease Bud's dick. Connor sense a change in the frequency of Gunnar's thrusts. They were getting quicker and Gun was now holding his hips as he fucked away at Mack's ass.
Suddenly Gunnar's orgasm washed over him. His cock spurted 7 heavy loads into the condom. While he shuddered through the wave after wave of sexual pleasure he missed that Connor's ass was spasming around the eight inches of man meat embedded within it.
Bud was aware though as his mouth was filled with Connor's cum. He swallowed eagerly and released his pent-up orgasm into Connor's mouth.
Gunnar calmed down enough to slowly fuck the tender hole as he milked the last dregs of his seed into the condom. He pulled out and sat back on his haunches. Connor collapsed beside Bud. All three boys were enjoying the afterglow.
"You can fuck me anytime you wish!" Connor exclaimed.
Bud interjected, "I'm got my turn coming next. But first, let me help you with that condom," He reached and carefully extricated the latex sleeve from Gun's cock. Moving to Connor he said, "Open up."
Connor opened his mouth and Bud poured the cum into his friend's mouth. "Always good to have a little extra protein in the diet," he laughed.
"Speaking of protein, I'm hungry. Snack time!" Gunnar called. The three teens opened their various snacks. "What are we going to do with the evidence?"
Bud grabbed his empty Mr. Pibb can. "Stiff it in here, We'll recycle it." He laughed at his joke. Gunnar grabbed the used condom and its wrapper and pushed them into the opening in the can.
"How's your ass feeling," Gun inquired.
Connor smiled goofily at the person who took his cherry. "I could go again and again."
"I'm sure you could but it's my turn next and I'd sure like a load like the one you just drank."
"Wasn't mine enough for you?" Connor asked in mocked shock.
"Guess it only figures that big dicks produce big loads."
"Not all the time Bud. I am surprised I came so hard. That's my fifth load of the day."
"You dawg! Five loads and you're ready for at least one more I hope."
"Oh, I'm looking forward to fucking you. I'll need maybe 10 to 15 minutes before we start."
"Was that the screen door?" Connor asked sitting up quickly.
"I didn't hear anything," Bud said.
A moment later there was a tap at the tent flap. "Connie, you guys awake."
"Tyler, what the fuck are you doing out here? If Dad comes out, we'll all catch hell."
Tyler unzipped the bottom flaps and stuck his head inside the tent "I was hoping you'd let me join you guys for the jack-off session. By the look and smell of things I've missed it already."
"You guys jack off?"
"We did until you started coming to the campouts. Guess next time we can include you and your friends in our little ritual," he laughed. "I'll let you catch some sleep. "Nice big cock there Gunnar. Give new meaning to BMOC."
The teens looked at him strangely not understanding the BMOC. Then it dawned on Gunnar who laughed, "Big man on campus... good one Tyler. Yeah, next time hopefully you can join us." He reached into his backpack and got out the apples. "I'm going to have an apple. Anyone else?" The other two naked teens each took an apple and bit into it and Tyler took his leave, zipping both flaps back into position. A few moments later they heard the screen door open and close, followed by the kitchen door.
"Wonder what he's packing?" Bud queried.
"He's a grower, not a shower. He's maybe 2 to 3 inches soft and 7 inches erect," Connor stated. "We compared how we're measuring up on our birthdays. We wonder if we'll ever be like our dad."
"You've seen your dad naked and hard?"
"We go skinny dipping sometimes down in the river. He has some friends who have a place on it and they're naturists. He's hung like Gunnar in some ways. Thick and meaty but not as long. Yeah, he was springing wood one morning when I went into their bedroom in to get lunch money. Guess he's about 7 or 8 inches and like a beer can. Hard to tell with all the pubes."
"No wonder he didn't want to run around nude with us boys," Gun responded.
"Bet he would have been envious of your cock," Bud noted.
Gunnar scowled at Bud. "It's not about cock size. It's how you use it."
"Well you used it very effectively on me," Connor gushed. He suddenly felt very fond of the young man who had taken his cherry. He laid a hand on Gunnar's thigh. "I meant what I said. You can fuck me any time, any place."
Gun smiled. "I hear you. For now, how about you two guys give me a tongue bath? Bud, you start with my right foot and Connor you start with my left hand. Work to the opposite ends before you begin sucking on my balls and cock together." He had dangled their reward for them subjugating themselves to his will. They didn't ask any questions but followed his order.
Gunnar lay back and stretched out on his sleeping bag, Bud was sucking each of his toes individually and running his tongue between them. Connor was doing the same with his fingers, letting the long index finger slide down his throat. They took their time and were doing a very thorough job.
To motivate Connor more when he was slobbering over Gun's shoulder, Walls-Reed grabbed Mack's head and drew him into a passionate kiss while reaching for the teen's cock and balls and stroking them causing the lad to leak cock snot. Bud saw the kiss and redoubled his efforts. He hoped for the same reward when he got closer to Gunnar's lips.
Released from the kiss, Connor started licking his guest's armpit savoring both the taste and the smell. Gunnar had worked up quite a sweat fucking the sophomore. Bud was approaching mid-thigh and he could see the massive cock and huge scrotum close up. His mouth watered as he looked forward to licking it again.
Connor was sucking and nibbling on Gun's left nipple as Bud reached cock level and was about to lick his new fuck buddy's Adonis belt and pubes. "Do your dads make you work out? You're really well-muscled."
"Let me explain something about Dad and Pops. They encourage a lot of things. Their requirements are relatively few. If we use common sense and watch our language, we can pretty much do what we want. So require me to work out no. I do it because I want to be healthy. I also swim, jog on occasion, meditate several times a day, and eat healthily.
Bud, who had returned to the tongue bath said, "Thank you for sharing, Sir."
Gunnar reached town and patted Bud's head, "You're welcome, boy." He thought to himself, "I wonder if he realizes what calling me Sir means?" He closed his eyes and enjoyed the ministrations of his two new friends. When the pair had both finished licking their respective sides they sat up and stared at the massive prick leaking cock snot down its sides. "What are you two waiting for each take one of my balls and start licking."
The two players didn't need to be told twice. They approached their work with tenderness. Neither wished to do anything which would cause Gunnar pain or interfere with them having more sex. Bud especially wanted to feel that cock reaming his ass. It didn't take them long to clean up the cock snot and suckle the sides of Gun's raging hard-on.
Gunnar didn't say anything. He simply reached for the box of condoms and removed another one. He tore it open and rolled it down over his prick. Bud and Connor reversed their previous sixty-nine positions. "Not so fast guys. I have an idea I want to try something a little different. Bud, get back on the sleeping bag and pull your legs back so I can see your ass. Connor you're going to help hold his legs back while sitting on his face., He can work your ass and balls while you work his balls and dick. You will get a good view of my cock working his pucker."
"What I don't get to take his load!" Bud whined.
"It's his or mine. Choose."
"Oh, all right. Connor, get your freshly fucked ass down here," Bud directed. Connor arranged his legs on either side of Bud's chest. He squatted back and settled his ass down on his teammate's mouth. Bud lifted his legs and Connor tucked them under his arms. Bud started to work licking and probing the sensitive pucker.
Gunnar squirted lube on the upturned ass and started working it around the outside of the anus. Bud pushed out and both Connor and Gun were surprised at the control their friend had over his anal muscles.
Gunnar squirted more lube into the opened hole. He was able to fit three fingers in easily. "Your cousin sure trained your hole right," Walls-Reed stated.
"Will my ass be able to do that too?" Connor whispered huskily.
"With enough practice, you could even take a horse," Bud told him as his dick seemed to expand beyond his usual 6 ½ inch erection. "My cousin kissed a horse's cock."
Gunnar, who was about to slide into Bud's pucker stopped. "You're shitting me!"
"Nope, you're in the country now. You'll hear guys talk about fucking a goat, hog, cow, and horse. ff you can fuck then your can blow them too." Gunnar sank his cock into the chatterbox's upturned ass. Bud let out a deep contented sigh. "Fuck that ass, stud." Gunnar did just that. As gentle as he had been with Connor, he was rough with Bud.
Connor watched in amazement before lowering his mouth to lick at bud's ball sack. It brought him closer to the cock plunging rapidly in and out of the ass that seemed to grip it tightly. He realized he could maneuver Bud's cock into his mouth. Using his right hand, he grabbed the dick and pulled it away from Bud's body, and began sucking on the glans. Bud groaned appreciatively on Connor's ass.
Gunnar wasn't going to last long with this fuck. He was tired and wanted to get off and sleep. He watched Connor sucking on Bud's cock. He listened to the slurping sounds Bud was making on Connor's ass. He imagined his ass being sucked on as he fucked away at the talented ass that gripped his cock tightly on every outstroke. He was being milked while he fucked. Ten minutes later he froze on his inward thrust and shot two blasts of his seed into the upturned ass. When he finished letting his orgasms wash over his body he once more fucked Bud slowly milking the dregs of his semen from his dick.
Connor and Bud increased their efforts. When Gunnar withdrew his dick from Bud's ass, the two other teens resumed a sixty-nine position. Within a few minutes, Bud was shooting his load into Connors's mouth. Connor began to face fuck, Bud. After a few more minutes, he shot his second load of the night into the back of Bud's throat. The three teams lay spent and panting in a heap close to each other on Gun's sleeping bag.
"Thank you," Bud managed, "for the fuck and the blow job." He smiled at his sex partners."
"Thank you for the ass work," Connor replied.
"I appreciate the gift you both gave me tonight," Gunnar stated. He carefully slid the Magnum from his now relaxed cock and handed it to Bud. "You wanted this I believe," he smiled.
"I sure did," he said as he emptied the content of the condom into his mouth.
"We better clean up before Dad makes his next inspection," Connor cautioned. Bud stuffed the condom into the same Mr. Pibb can that contained the other one and Gun added the foil wrapper. They gathered the apple cores and empty cans and bottles into a plastic bag and set it in the corner.
After a three-way hug and individual kisses, the teens slipped into their sleeping backs and fell into a deep slumber.