Who ever came up with that statement "a rolling stone gathers no moss" should have that stone thrown at them. And as only an accurate pitcher like I am can.
"Wakey, wakey" I hear Keith's annoying cheerful morning voice. I am like this can't be real, it's still dark outside the windows, I grab my pillow and stuff it over my face. Next I feel hands ticking my waist line. Lingering and fingers pretending to be a spider. All over my bare torso, up and down my chest, over my nipple ring, where I get a pincered pull on it. "Ow! okay I give!"
So I uncover my face, and see Keith smiling right at me "So, you thought your first day off was a sleep in party just because we're at home? You didn't forget we are going fishing today? You get to meet Noel, our shortstop on the firefighter softball team. He's been at his dad's and uncle's cabin on the lake on vacation for a few weeks and that's why you haven't met him yet. And as a matter of fact we don't want to be late and keep him waiting, because that would be being rude cabin guests. And not to mention a rolling stone gathers no moss."
I was just in limbo, trying to take all this in. I love to sleep in, party late, especially when you don't have to work the next day and wake up at home. Isn't that what days off are for - have no agenda and just be? Arise whenever, do nothing for however long, and then slowly become an active participant in the world again, say sometime after 4pm? Also I was thinking, the only thing I think a rolling stone is good for is the name of a rock group. Then I realize Keith is still standing there naked as a jay bird. Wow he looks good even this early in the morning. His cock is at full mast, must be 6 inches lookin like mine, but thicker round. It's standing like a flag pole at attention.
"So Keith is that going to be your fishing rod today?"
"You saying I got a nice Rod? Well, then you should see the tackle that goes with it" and he cupped his balls that always seemed so uptight and ready to blow a load. I thought to myself that makes sense, just like him to never have relaxed low hangers for a tackle box.
"Yeah you do have a fine rod, but what exactly are you planning to reel in with it? As I smirked.
He started inching towards my face with it and I was like Uh! "Too early for this fish to take a bite". He said " aw, too bad, I'm sure I could reel you in."
We laughed and he scruffed my hair, and sauntered off, giving me such a nice view of his fine globes. I thought that was a nice sunrise I just saw.
Noel's cabin by the lake was well secluded amongst pine trees. Dark forest area, and the fresh scent of pine filled the air. It was that morning air, and on the horizon pink skies with some dark blues and greys.
I took the thermos of coffee, taking in the scent also as I took a big gulp. Country air crisp, coffee hot.
The road was dirt gravel with lots of potholes. I was thoroughly awake now and looking forward to this day. We got there and parked in front of the cabin. Keith immediately assigned me to bring in the gear from the pickup truck. As usual he had over packed because all my hands were full as I stumbled along into the front door falling over myself at the threshold, winding up on the floor in a heap lying on my back. It was then that I looked up to see Noel looking down on me and extending his hand to help me up.
"Do you always make such a grand entrance?"
"No, I uh, ...bags... over packed...." and I stopped talking, just staring him right in the greenest eyes, looking him over. He was smiling with the most perfect teeth, that said my daddy paid big time for an orthodontist, and I was mesmerized lost in my moment, wondering how good of a kisser is he? His hair brunette, skin porcelain white, rose lips, my height 5'11". He was wearing a flannel blue and red shirt, opened widely down his chest, revealing a nice coating of hair.
His touch from his hand was so electric that even after it parted, I still felt the tingles. I think if he had kept holding it, that there would have been a power outage at the cabin because we had all the electricity between us. I know I blushed in his trance of a stare, and he was talking about something, but to me it was like that teacher in Charlie Brown - talk, talk, wah wah, but never know what it is saying.
I was under Noel's spell. Never had this feeling before in my life ever. Not even thinking I could be like this. I just hope I don't act like a stupid puppy dog over him, panting at all times. Especially with my brother as a witness.
We gathered coolers, and gear and got into the boat to go out on the lake. It was still early, sun not above the horizon yet. All sorts of birds making noise though very serene water, looking black, soothing. We got to a spot where Noel said he had a lot of luck catching big ones. We parked it, and cast away. After only about 10 minutes, I realized the coffee had caught up with me. I was like "dudes, I got to take a leak" as I stood up and Keith quickly went "There, the gallon milk jug" pointing to it. I was like "with that thing?" He was like "yeah, can't do it over the side of the boat you'll scare all the fish away." "Keith, that is a very small aim not to spill any", and both Noel and Keith cracked up.
"Bro, you can send a fast pitch over 92 mph with perfect aim and you can't squirt into a milk container?"
"Well this is different, I'm not sure my Charley would have the same skill at aiming he hasn't been properly groomed for it."
Keith then got up, came to me and held the milk container in front of my zipper. "Dude stick your head right in the hole". I was turning red, with Noel watching this interplay, he just laid back enjoying the show about to take place. I wasn't sure about this, but I unzipped and brought my fish out of water, and stuck the head of it in the container. Great now I had gotten pee shy with the audience. There was this waiting and waiting, and finally.... trickle..... and I let loose.
Since both guys were watching my dick, it started to grow from their attention. The head started to expand, and soon it out grew the hole, and the stream splattered as it did so, getting Keith right in the face. "Hey already showered, thanks!" And Noel chimed in "and imagine that, the weather forecaster said nothing about rain showers today." When I finished, I was fully hard straining to keep it pointed down. Keith said "you shake that thing and you're going swimming".
At noon time, we three had been hitting the beers, and had gotten dressed down to just board shorts. And laying back in the sunshine Noel had one leg over the side of the boat and his other stretched long inside the boat, and I had a direct view. No liner, his dick rested on two nice easter eggs furrily covered. He had on mirrored sunglasses, and I couldn't tell if he saw me looking , but I was thinking he got his morning rain shower show, now my turn to have a show.
At that point, Noel had a bite and stood up. Keith rushed over, and helped net it, and placed the biggest one of the day on ice in the cooler. We had a full cooler, and headed back. The plan was to take a swim when we got back to the cabin. As soon as we docked, my brother was the first one to strip off, and take a dive in making some wierd tribal noises as he did so. Noel followed after the show and then me, thinking "when in Rome..." The three of us played grab ass, and Noel definitely was not shy about goosing my ass under the water and reaching around front at times for a handful. It got me as hard as a rock, my brother dunked me, and came up around my front side sliding against my boner. "Thinking I was a mermaid?" I just blushed, dunked him back hard and let him and Noel go at it.
When we three got out of the water, we three had bones. Wagging like a dogs tail. I thought well I did turn into a puppy dog in front of Noel. It was then Noel wanted to know which brother was bigger. Keith never having a problem to play Full Monty, "Come on bro, bring it over and let's compare, we haven't done this since you were 14." I brought my dick up next to Keith's. It was close, so Noel got down on his knees and said "bring out the chains for a measurement on who's gettin' the first down." But I wanted to know what does the winner get, seeing Noel's face 2 inches away from our dicks. He replied "a kiss for the winner". Oh my hard on ached, and it jumped at that one. With his hand on our dicks, Noel said well, close call, I think Jake has this one...
I closed my eyes and felt Noel's cherry lips wrap around the head of my cock. It felt great, all the sensations ran through my blood stream. He swirled his tongue around and around. I let out a groan. He gave me full throat head not stopping and playing with my balls. All I could do is experience this bliss. I opened my eyes to look at him go to town, he looked at me the whole time with his green eyes. Head bobbing up and down. My brother who was jerking his cock in movement with the sucking action, who now looked like the puppy dog, brought his cock right next to mine. The mouth opened up and took us two at the same time. Rosey lips, looking like the symbol for the Rolling Stones wrapped around the two brother's cocks.
It was a weird sensation feeling my brother's dick throbbing next to mine being swallowed. I felt the sensation building, and uttered an "I'm gonna cum" as I did all over, first two shots down his throat, then I pulled out and it shot all over his face and the stem of my brother's cock. Noel like a good boy kept going to town. I was out of breath, fell to my knees and started licking my own cum off his face. It was then Noel, brought his hand up and switched my brothers cock to my mouth, and I didn't stop. Keith let out a groan, yeah, bro do it! Noel then stood up and brought his cock right to my mouth, I opened and let both torpedo's sink my battleship. The two standing with arms around each other's shoulders working me like the dog I am. Keith turned to make out with his buddy, broke the kiss, and spurted. I drank it down. Noel left hanging on to Keith's shoulders got weak in the knees and gave me his man juice, nice and hot lava, I gagged a bit but keep riding this steer til he was a done deal.
We three laid back in the sun in the sand and drifted off to sleep.