This story is mostly true and happened to me. All the names have been changed to protect the subjects' privacy. This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between young men. If you do not wish to read this, or if you are under eighteen, please exit now. Thanks.
Part Four
The night had become a full-fledged orgy. We all did it twice more before we fell asleep. Once I even fucked Mike in the ass while Chris sucked his cock. When we did fall asleep, it was wrapped in each other's arms after a long bout of kissing.
A loud boom jolted me awake early the next morning. Chris was beside me lying on his side sleeping peacefully. I rolled over and looked toward the window. It was pouring down rain outside. As I watched the water stream down the glass, another loud crash of thunder vibrated the house. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was eight thirty.
"'Morning," Chris said quietly, his voice thick with sleep.
"Hey," I smiled back.
I leaned in to Chris and kissed him. He kissed back and then snuggled down into my arms.
"Mike got up a while ago," Chris told me. "He's gonna make us breakfast."
"Wow, I didn't know he could cook," I said.
"Yeah, I know. But that's what he said."
We were silent for a few minutes after that. We just lay there peacefully holding each other and watching the rain come down. After a while I turned my gaze to Chris, whose angelic face was resting on my chest.
"God, you're beautiful," I whispered.
"You too," he answered, twisting around so he could look up at me. "I'm so happy being here. I mean it. You don't know how long I've wished for something like this -- aw jeeze, that sounded stupid."
"No, I think it's sweet," I answered. "I feel the same way about you."
We were quiet for a couple of minutes more until delicious cooking smells began to drift up the stairs and into our room. We were both drifting off again, but the aroma of Mike's cooking woke us up again and made our stomachs growl. We got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush our teeth. The rainy morning was a little cool, so we pulled on shorts and t-shirts before going downstairs.
Mike met us in the breakfast room. He was wearing a pair of my uncle's silk boxer shorts and a robe that hung loose, exposing his bare chest. They could have easily looked silly on him, but instead they made him almost irresistibly sexy. He greeted Chris with a brief but very hot kiss before pulling me into his arms and slipping his tongue into my welcoming mouth. After that was over, we sat down to the delicious breakfast of omelets that Mike had whipped up for us. We were amazed at what a great cook Mike was. He explained that because of his parent's work schedules, everyone in his family had to take their turn cooking.
After breakfast Mike suggested that we show Chris the video that had been the catalyst for getting him and me in bed together in the first place.
We both agreed and curled up together on the big leather couch in the den. Mike had the remote control and switched the movie on. It was as big a turn on to Chris as it was to Mike and me. By the time we reached the scene where the main character (the only guy in the sexuality class who hadn't yet swung both ways) finally goes down on his super-hung friend, Chris was breathing a little hard. He began to move his hips around a bit while he rubbed and squeezed the large bulge in the front of his shorts.
"Hey, looks like somebody's getting a little horny," Mike said teasingly. He reached around and began massaging Chris' crotch.
"Why don't I help you take care of that?" Mike asked, slipping his fingers up the legs of Chris' shorts and teasing his cock.
Chris said nothing in reply, but arched his pelvis up off the couch. Mike slid onto his knees on the floor in front of Chris and swiftly pulled Chris' shorts down to his ankles and then off. I was behind Chris. He was leaning back against my chest. I slipped my arms around him and slid them under his shirt, caressing his chest and stomach.
Mike had engulfed Chris' throbbing cock to the root and was slowly and skillfully sliding it in and out of his wet mouth. Chris' breath was ragged and he writhed in my arms, thrusting his cock into Mike's throat. I held him tightly and covered the back of his neck and shoulders with kisses. The head of my cock had slipped out of the waistband of my shorts and was rubbing deliciously against the naked flesh of Chris' gyrating ass. Mike had pulled his own cock through the fly of my uncle's silk boxer shorts and was sliding the material over his cock as he jerked himself off.
After a few minutes Chris began to buck even harder. We knew he was getting close.
"Oh--Oh god! I'm gonna cum, Mike!" Chris moaned. "You're makin' me cum, man!"
I strained forward and pulled Chris' face to the side, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He let out a stifled cry and kissed me back hard as his hot cum gushed into Mike's mouth and down his throat. I glanced down just in time to see Mike's cock twitch and spill its load onto the carpet. We were all excited almost to the point of hyperventilating. My chest was wet with sweat and sticking to Chris' back. I hadn't cum, but really didn't care. The experience had been extremely hot anyway.
After a while we all went upstairs and took a long, leisurely shower together, taking plenty of time for making out. The rain continued falling all morning, so we amused ourselves by showing Chris all the things we'd discovered in the house.
One by one our parents called to make sure we were surviving the storm okay. They all had the same things to say: what to do if the lights went out, not go out into the lightning, etc. We each assured them that we were fine and got off the phone as quickly as possible. We laughed about their concern, but their phone calls had a strange effect on us. We were suddenly thrust out of our fantasy world of glorious independence and back into reality. And the fact that Mike and Chris would be going home the next morning was beginning to loom before us.
We finally settled in on the soft carpet of the screening room floor. We'd each gotten a beer out of the fridge in what I guess was an unspoken desire to calm our anxieties. We started out talking about small stuff: what plans we had for the rest of the summer, what cars we hoped to drive when we finally got our licenses. It didn't take us long to get around to what we really wanted to talk about.
We all realized how unrealistic it was to expect to be lovers after we went home. We would seldom have chances to be alone together for any length of time. And the thought of being discovered by our parents or our peers terrified us all. This was 1987, after all, and our rather small suburban community was no place for teenagers to be openly gay without great risks to their safety. We all wanted to be brave enough to make being together possible, but none of us were.
As we talked we all snuggled in together until we were all three resting in a sort of embrace. Chris was being the most realistic and well spoken of our trio. Mike seemed angry and frustrated at the world. He downed his beer in great gulping swallows and blinked back the tears that I noticed occasionally gathered in his eyes. I myself felt like bawling when I thought of being apart from my two beautiful young men, but I held it in. I was afraid that if I cried, Mike would crack, and Mike reduced to tears was something I couldn't bear to see.
Just when we had gotten to the point of talking ourselves into a profound silence that threatened to drown out the joy we had felt for the past two days, a great bolt of lightning cracked only a few miles from the house. The glass in the windows vibrated with the force of the blast. We all looked up to see the sheets of rain begin to pound against the house with renewed strength.
Rising, we went to the windows and attempted to look out. The rain had become a thick curtain that obscured almost everything from our view. I suggested that we go out to the poolroom and watch the storm from there.
The poolroom walls were made up of a series of picture windows and French doors interrupted only in one corner by the passage into the main house. The room was illuminated by a series of small, yet ostentatious crystal chandeliers. They tinkled slightly with each clap of thunder. The air had gone shockingly cold for July and steam slowly rose off the surface of the water. We walked separately and slowly around the room peering out at the gray wash that the world had become.
With a deafening explosion, the room was for an instant flooded with blinding white light as a bolt of lightning struck less than a mile away. The chandeliers flickered for a moment and then went out. We were plunged into the ashen gloom of the storm, the thunder crashing outside and the crystals clinking overhead drowning out our own heavy breathing.
I was about to usher us all back into the house when Mike unexpectedly turned away from the window and dove headfirst into the steaming water. Chris and I watched silently as he swam to the large inflatable raft drifting in the center of the deep end. Mike swung himself onto the raft with some effort and paused a moment before beckoning for us to join him. Without speaking we dove in and pulled ourselves onto the raft as quickly as we could. Chris was the first aboard.
"Come here," Mike said to him, his voice husky and barely above a whisper.
Chris leaned forward and was immediately pulled into a deep, wet kiss. I was right behind Chris and without hesitation curled in beside Mile, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his neck and shoulder as my hips ground into his flank. Our cocks were all instantly hard and throbbing. We fondled and groped each other with furious abandon, our lust galvanized by the storm and our own frustration.
Mike turned on his side and began to kiss me. Our hands slid over each other's chest and faces. Chris had twisted himself around and was alternately stroking and sucking first Mike's then my cock. His genitalia dangled within our reach and we groped at them and leaned forward to lick his balls whenever we broke from our kiss. After a bit, Chris reached around and began to slide his long wet middle finger in and out of my asshole, stroking my prostate, while he sucked my cock deep into his throat. The sensation was electric and a few moments of it was all I could take before, with a howl, I erupted all of my morning's buildup of cum into Chris' mouth. He continued sucking until I was squirming and moaning, my cock having become almost raw with erotic sensation.
Chris carefully crawled up and bent in to join our kiss. Mike and I extended our tongues, the tips licking at each other. Chris extended his tongue to join us. As our tongues met, a stream of my cum that Chris had held in his mouth began to run out onto our faces and into our mouths. I was shocked, but savored the salty flavor of my own sperm.
My fingers were wrapped around Mike's thick cock, and I was barely aware of it's becoming harder in my pumping fist until he began to moan loudly and thrust powerfully into my side. The raft dipped and water washed over us with each thrust as Mike shot his load over my thigh and onto my bush and stomach. Some of it splattered against Chris' cock and legs as Mike trembled and shook.
We continued writhing against each other furiously while twisting around dangerously on the raft. Mike crawled on top of us and thrust his still-hard cock against my groin, and then I was on top, sliding Chris' cock down my throat while Mike fingered my ass. As we bucked in the strobe-light illumination of the lightning, more water swept onto the raft, periodically blinding us or filling our mouths and causing us to cough and sputter before diving back onto a cock or into a kiss.
Finally my face was pressed sideways against the raft, the water lapping against me while Chris held me in a tight embrace and thrust his throbbing cock against the supple flesh of my ass cheeks and covered my back with licks and kisses. Mike lay flat against my front and held my face with both hands and kissed me deeply in what felt like slow motion. I had just become dimly aware of the fact that tears were streaming down Mike's face when Chris rose up and with a long groan covered both of our flanks in his cum. He collapsed down between us and we all three lay silent for minutes, panting with exhaustion.
It was angry and defiant love we had made, full of frustration and rage against our place in the world. It was our last day together and we weren't going give it up without a fight.
I fell into a light sleep while still on the raft and awoke in horror after rolling off into the water. I clawed my way to the surface and hauled myself onto the side of the pool. Mike and Chris rushed to my aid as I coughed up a lung-full of water onto the floor.
The storm let up a bit but did not cease dumping rain on us all afternoon. For lack of anything else to do, we all took a long nap together on the large master bed. It was a deliciously dreamy experience to slip in and out of sleep in the cool grayness of the storm-lit room, curled up naked and unashamed with my two wonderful friends.
That night we raided the kitchen and with Mike's help, prepared a clumsy feast. We filled the dining room with candles and spread the long table with linens. The classical music station was cranked up. Finally, we opened a bottle of wine and enjoyed it as well as our immature palates could manage. We didn't dress for dinner, however, and dining nude in the opulent, candle-lit room made us feel very decadent indeed. The wine and the food restored our spirits. We talked and laughed all through the meal and even got up and danced a couple of times. It was beautiful.
We were rapidly growing tired, however. But we desperately wanted to be together one more time before the night was over. Mike had slipped under the table and was playfully sucking my cock while I sat in my chair. He was talking dirty to me between licks, and I was doing my best to match him. I said that what I really wanted to do was to throw him down on top of the table and fuck his brains out.
"Oh man, that would be hot!" Chris said, surprising me a bit.
"Yeah, it would be," Mike agreed from between my legs.
"Okay, why not?" I decided. My cock gave a twitch.
All of us wanted to be on the bottom at least for a little bit. I headed for the downstairs bathroom; Mike and Chris went to the upstairs baths. After I'd cleaned up, I went to the foyer to wait for the others. Mike was coming down the stairs as I entered the room. He had the bottle of lube in his hand.
"Hey baby," he said with a broad smile as we met on the bottom step.
"Hi," I smiled back as I leaned in to kiss him.
I was still a bit tipsy from the wine, and it was easy for Mike to pull me down with him onto the wide, carpeted stairs. We lay there languidly kissing and stroking each other until Chris emerged from his bathroom and came down to join us. He was about to stoop down to where we were. Suddenly he straightened up and went to one of the windows that flanked the front door.
"The rain has stopped!" he exclaimed.
He opened the front door and went out as we followed after him. The rain had stopped, probably an hour or two before, I guessed from the way everything was drying. We'd been so wrapped up in dinner that we hadn't noticed. The clouds had broken revealing a breathtakingly bright star-filled sky. The temperature had risen back to normal, and the air was sultry but delicious.
"God, it feels good to be outside!" Chris exclaimed.
"Yeah, it sure does," I agreed. We'd been trapped in the house all day and it was wonderful to get some fresh air.
Mike came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I held his arms and squeezed them. He kissed me on the neck.
"Don't worry," he said. "We'll see each other again."
"Yeah, I know," I answered. "It just won't be like this."
Chris came up and wrapped his arms around both of us and held us for a moment. Then he lifted his head and kissed me slowly on the mouth. Mike leaned his head over my shoulder and kissed Chris as well.
"You know what? Chris whispered. "Let's just do it right here, outside."
"Yeah, that'd be nice," Mike answered.
I thought for a moment.
"Let's do it."
Chris smiled his beautiful smile at me and slowly dropped to his knees. My cock was already hard and slid quickly into his eager mouth. I sighed as Mike began caressing my torso and kissing my neck. A soft breeze was lifting up out of the valley and swept deliciously over our naked bodies. I let my knees relax and sank slowly down onto the wet grass, taking Mike with me. We lay on the ground and kissed for a long time. Our skin quickly became slick from the rain left on the ground. Little smears of green and brown began to appear on our flesh, although we didn't care.
I rolled Mike onto his back and spread his ass-cheeks wide, exposing his puckered, pink hole. I greedily dove in and began to lick and probe the clean little knot with my tongue. Mike groaned and thrust himself back into me. Chris giggled a bit and leaned down and began to rim me as well.
"Come on, man," Mike said, handing my the lube, "stick it in."
I popped open the bottle and squeezed some onto my hand. I quickly spread it over my cock and rubbed it into Mike's crack. He sighed as I massaged his hole and began to rub the head of my cock against it. Meanwhile, Chris had loosened me up enough to insert his middle finger. I moaned and clenched my ass muscles, which caused me to thrust forward and pop the head of my cock through Mike's sphincter. Mike gasped and cried out, but pushed himself back onto my cock. At the same time, Chris had slicked himself up and began slowly sliding his cock into my tight hole. Gently we eased into each other until finally we were all the way in. We paused for a moment to catch our breath.
"Mike," I panted, "Chris' in me, too."
"Really?" Mike gasped in reply. "Oh cool! How is it, Chris?"
"Oh, god!" Chris moaned in reply. "Oh god, it's so good! So goddamn tight!"
"Umm, so now what do we do?" I panted.
We all laughed at that. Slowly we began our fucking motions. It took a few minutes, but eventually we worked out our rhythm. My hard cock sliding in and out of Mike's clenching ass while Chris pounded my prostate with his own penis was probably the most amazing sensation I've ever experienced. I began to moan very loudly. I tried to stifle myself until I realized that there was no one around for miles to hear us. I began to shout with joy at the pleasure I was experiencing. Mike and Chris were making a lot of noise too. Our cries of ecstasy echoed defiantly across the fields.
"Okay," Mike gasped, "okay, we've gotta switch now. I've gotta get my cock inside one of you guys."
"Chris hasn't been fucked yet," I pointed out.
"Yeah, oh please, Mike, fuck me!" Chris pleaded, sliding his cock out of me.
"Okay, baby, anything you want," Mike answered, pulling away from me.
Mike crawled around to Chris and pushed him gently onto his back. Taking the bottle of lube, he slicked up Chris' ass and began sliding his index finger in and out of it. Chris groaned and gasped as his hole was invaded for the first time. Mike murmured soothingly for Chris to relax as he slowly pushed his cock into him. I knelt by Chris and kissed him while I stroked his cock.
Finally Mike was all the way in. Chris had drawn his knees up to his shoulders and was practically screaming with pleasure. I held Mike around his waist and slid my cock back inside him, and we took up our rhythm again.
"Mike!" I shuttered.
"Yeah?" He panted back.
"Mike, I love you!" I shouted
"I love you too, baby!" he answered.
"I love you, Matt!" Chris added.
We all shouted our love for each other. Our cries, mingling with our noises of passion, bounced off the house and rang in our ears until with a massive groan, Chris heaved and shot a rocket of cum that splattered against his chin. I was desperately trying to hold steady as my own cock emptied wave after wave of cum into Mike. Tears were dripping from Mike's eyes again as his body trembled and shook from his own massive orgasm.
They both left early the next morning, with as short and painless a goodbye as we could manage. As we knew would happen, our relationship pretty much ended then. Both of them came back to visit me on two separate afternoons before my aunt and uncle came back from vacation, but only for a few hours. Over the weeks and months, we met whenever we could, but it was difficult to find enough privacy to make love. We found a secluded area of the woods behind my house, but the galloping autumn winds soon stopped us from going there.
When school started, I was of course further isolated from Mike and Chris because we attended different schools. We managed one weekend together when my parents were out of town and my sister was staying with a friend, but otherwise never saw each other.
Apparently Chris and Mike got together with greater success, but something else came along to mess that up. Mike, who had always hung with a rough crowd as school, began taking heavy drugs, and quickly became a serious addict. He wanted nothing more to do with his old friends, and barely managed not to be expelled.
Several years later I ran into both of them, but not at the same time. I saw Mike in a department store the summer after a graduated from high school. I didn't recognize him at first. He'd gained a lot of weight. His eyes were glazed and narrowed to slits; heavy dark circles hung below them. His hair looked greasy and there was at least a day's growth of stubble on his face. His speech was slow and thick. I managed to glean from our awkward conversation that he'd been held back a couple of times and still had two years of high school left.
Then he leaned in close to me and whispered that he had something to ask me. His breath was sour with alcohol. He asked me if I wanted to go to the men's room and have a quick fuck. I declined and told him I had to go, and left quickly. It was the saddest reunion I'd ever had.
Chris I saw a few years later at a classic car show that was being held in the downtown area of the town where I attended college. He was proudly showing a beautiful mid-70s' Corvette that he had restored. He embraced me with glee when he saw me. He told me about the vintage auto business that he had opened after he graduated from college. He introduced me to his lover who was a very charming and handsome young man. I couldn't have been happier for him.
These days I'm trying to scrape together a living as an artist and have a wonderful lover of my own that I've been with for years. For a long time after my fiery affair with Mike and Chris, I almost wished the whole thing had never happened. It was such a fairy tale, and fell apart so quickly. And I do think that maybe it kept me from exploring a few sexual opportunities that I might have enjoyed. But now at a distance of twelve years, I'm able to look back on those few passionate days with wonder. It's hard for me to believe that they even happened. I think that from it I learned that even the most passionate love affairs die without enough courage to make them work, and that some aren't meant to work. Now I have the courage to fight for my happiness with my lover, and I'm very thankful to Mike and Chris for helping me get here.
Thanks again for the amazing amount of great feedback I've been getting about this story! I'm so glad you've enjoying it. It's been a wonderful experience for me to relive these old memories and share them with all of you. Once again, if you'd like to write to me, my e-mail address is Smartman2@AOL.com.