Yeah. Lot's of changes in life makes time fly between updates. But here's the seventh one. Thanks for the feedback. (Remember, the more constructive, the more attention from me.)
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And I'm still in the process of writing these parts. You can read all parts seperately, though I'll sometimes refer to things written or described earlier.
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I took the chance to relax outside. The sun chair was still there. Probably hot. I got a towel. With the towel in place I felt like being naked. At least Elvis would warn if anyone would approach. 'Yeah. Fuck it. Morgan have seen me naked. Brunslie will prolly not live to tell any one much longer... let alone come by.'
Little under an hour later I had had enough of slumbering in the sun and went in. Still naked. I showered before I plopped down on the floor in front of the sofa. Morgan came to life a bit.
-Gimme a minute and I'll head home.
-It's cool man. You can stay if you want. I've got company coming up later.
He looked surprised.
-A coworker from the moving company. He wanted to stay for a day or two. He's cool.
-Ok.
-You know, we'll probably have a beer or two later this night. You could join us.
-Let me sleep on it.
'The same kind of humor', I thought to myself. Morgan dragged himself out of the sofa, put on the shorts he still had here from last time and headed home. I cleaned a bit, found my jeans shorts and a short sleaved shirt of my brother's.
It was late afternoon by the time Wallace showed up. We said the usuals and it wasn't long before the question of why came up.
-Well, I've always liked you. And remember Paul?
-Yeah.
-Well he didn't mean to out you but he did during a night at Barnleys'. He still talks about you in good words. And I liked you. And here I am.
To be honest I was a bit confused but I didn't wanna push too hard. Paul was, well still is a good guy.
-So he knew? I said absent mindedly.
-Yeah. Well I didn't ask how.
-No secrets there, Wallace. Just I was never really open about it.
-No worries. You're a good guy.
-And here you are...
-Here I am.
-Want a beer?
-Yes..!
We talked, including the usual how-was-it-for-you and these-are-my-experiences-and-limits, barbeqeued and drank while the sun crept closer to the tree tops. The more time I spent with him the more his style and car felt natural in my mind. Thick dark hair with a roackabilly-styled beard and mustasch framed his head. The initial excitment turned into a relaxation, not the least after going through the why. The satisfaction from the morning started to turn into a lust. I could play with Wallace. And I got the feeling it was his style keeping him from answering my increasing flirtatiousness obviosly. But something was there. He was shorter but had a bit more muscles than me. He still kept it going a bit through the same company.
-Rightly so, kid. Rightly so, Wallace confirmed. And Paul is still there. Still braking his back.
-Hahaha, it took me a YEAR before I gave up on the thought of us having to push HIM around in a wheelchair.
-If we did he would probably be holding on to some TV or big computer.
It was time to take care of the dogs again. We did it together. We did it with beers in our hands.
-Look, Nathan. You look really hot in that shirt.
-Thanks man! You too!
-You think?
-Yeah. What are you... pushing 40 now?
-43.
-So abut the age of my brother.
-Yeah. Nice place he's got here.
-Rural as fuck but if it's not more than a great pause for me it's a good life for him. And his family.
-Yeah. Small. But it's not the size ... NEVER the size that matters, he said, turned towards me while walking pointing with both hands to himself.
We laughed. I caught his eye and yeah; it was there. And we could both sense it. The attraction. Not being straight forward with this guy in this situation was wrong.
-So you wanna play...
-Heck yeah!
I gave it a thought for a second but decided to continue:
-Well, we also have Morgan.
-Who's that?
-A friend of Jason, one of the sons in the house.
-How old is he?
-Nineteen.
-Young.
I didn't sense much scepticism from Wallace.
-And cool. And willing.
Actually we didn't reach the house before Elvis and Nilah greated Morgan, again before we saw him. The first night with him came back to me in a flash. Not clear but with strong feelings of lust and desire.
'The more the merrier', I smiled to myself.
Morgan and Wallace got along fine, but I no one seem to "cross the line". I guessed time would tell if they would go further together. Me and Morgan took care of the dogs while Wallace prepared the grill for round two and as the temperatures slowly came down this evening the numbers of empty cans grew.
Now this was a sausage party with the extras wanted. At one point I remember thinking I didn't know how to go further from here. Feeling a bit uneasy about how drunk I was I went to the bathroom drank some water and "talked" to myself. Sometimes even a mirror can be your best friend. I needed time to find a way to a nice thresome with these guys. And then I had it.
I went back out and ushered Morgan to come over. Wallace was turning the last pieces on the grill and chose to focus on them.
-Morgan, I said not too loud. You see what's coming here, don't you?
-Yeah. Aand I llllike it, he exclaimed.
'Affected. But not too much.'
-Nice. I forgot to bring it, but there's a bottle of lube on the table in the living room. Can you get it, and start the show here?
I winked at him as I said it. He got the idea and headed off.
-I'll hit the bathroom, he said on the way.
I went over to Wallace and continued an earlier convo.
About ten minutes later, Morgan reemerged.
-Okey, shall we get this show on the road? he asked.
We and Wallace looked at each other, smiled and turned towards Morgan to see what was coming.
Clad in nothing but shorts he got in front of us holding a plastic bag. A good deal of body heat involved here would compensate for the possible chill in the air. Morgan pulled out an empty beer bottle, a tube of lube, more cold beers and condoms.
-Ok, old guys. Let's see some action here!
Wallace chuckled. Morgan proceeded to take off his shorts and Wallace looked at me.
-Heck yeah!
-Commando. Like you Nathan, Morgan teased while dropping the shorts. His dick was semi hard and growing and he started to stroke it slowly.
Wallace leaned in for a kiss on my lips and then and there it felt natural. The mustasch wasn't my favourite ingredient but fuck it. Wallace kissed like a raging Rockabilly-machine from the mid-west and I guessed the mustasch come with such packages. We found each others' groins and started mutual massages through the fabric while Morgan went down on his knees working on his now hard dick while he teased his asshole. This was hot and soon the massaging escalated to exchanging handjobs. Wallace's dick was niether thick nor as long, but fuck it. This was the first threesome I've had in a while - and with people I know. I actually thought about it and it turned me on even more!
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Morgan getting to town on the bottle.
'Is he giving back for the show in the cabin?'
Wallace replaced the action with a fingers pinching one of my nipples. That caught me off-guard and I almost fell to my knees from the sensation. "Coming to" again I noticed Wallace had zoomed in on Morgan, who was sitting in front of him with the bottle, alternating between sucking the bottle and the dick.
-Mmm fuck yeah, came from Wallace.
Both me and Wallace took off our clothes and I positioned myself behind Morgan and urged him to get up on all four. He followed suite and I started to lick his ass. 'That sweet ass...'. He pushed back a little and I started to tongue-fuck him. This sent him into pleasure-heaven and he dropped the bottle. I guessed he'd let anything happen now. Wallace took a step forward and buried his dick in Morgan's mouth. Now he was locked in between my tongue and a third hard dick. And it seemed like he wanted to stay there.
Wallace pulled out, got down and started to make out with Morgan. After a while Morgan turned to give Wallace face access to his hole while I got to savour his lips and tongue again. My rock hard dick now yearned for action. A mouth was a good continuation. I got up and didn't even have to aim. Morgan zeroed in perfectly.
Morgan found the bottle and started to alternate between that and my dick. He made the bottle really wet before giving it to Wallace, but he didn't say anything - just continued sucking my dick. Wallace broke off and looked at me.
-He wants it. All, I added.
Wallace took the ceue and I fell back in to my own pleasuresphere. I alternately had him suck me off and jerked myself.
In one of the pauses Morgan moaned loudly and lowered his head in total pleasure. Trailing his back I saw Wallace on his knees holding the fat end of the bottle in place while most of it was buried in Morgan's asshole. Wallace was stroking his cock with the other hand and slowly bottle-fucking Morgan. This went on for some time and I felt I had to slow down or I would come too soon. I could see sweat starting to build up on the back of Morgan. I got on my knees, took hold of Morgan's chin, and started to make out with him. He wasn't putting much effort into this but that added to the hotness -- his pleasure became mine too.
After a shile Morgan just opened his eyes, looked into me and said:
-Just fuck me. Both of you.
-You sure? Wallace asked.
Morgan answered by backing up on the bottle and moaning even more. I looked at him and just nodded. His eyes revealed a mixture of lust and total pleasure.
Wallace got a condom, the lube and got at it. After the bottle, breaking in was no big deal. Soon we where emmersed in a two-way pleasure-giving act with this hot muffled teen in the center with a nice rhythm going.
The pace of Wallace quickened.
-Gimme your hand, Wallace said.
I looked up and saw him holding out the hand in mid air. I grabbed it.
-This is the Eiffel Tower. You like that, fuck-boy?
The nearest a answer anyone came was Morgan letting out a muffled moan. Wallace's body glistened with sweat in the evening light.
-I'm close, Wallace said. Let's switch.
So we did. Wallace drew off his condom and handed me a fresh one. But condom was not something I wanted. So to not confuse Wallace I proceeded to lick the hole. The taste of lube and clean hole has always been a turn-on for me. But I wanted things to last a bit longer so I grabbed the bottle again and proceeded to alternate by bottle-fucking and rimming him. Morgan didn't care. Wallace was in mouth-heaven. Stil munching away I lubed up and when Wallace had his eyes closed I pushed in.
Everything stopped.
The warmth. The clampering down on my shaft from the anus. It put everything to a halt. The world was spinning. All of me just savored the sensations.
Again, Coming down from that I felt Morgan had stopped. Wallace was now face fucking him. Not fiercly but still. My dick was hard. A bit more I would come. I took the bottle and replaced my dick with it. I pushed in as far as I could. Morgan was willing but not able to take it all. A thought about double-fucking him was replaced with testing with fingers.
Three went smoothly. After a minute or so I started to fuck him again, alternating between my dick and two or three fingers. Wallace had slowed his pace some which made this a bit easier. Eventually I kept a finger in and pushed in. It went smoothly and all the way. Morgan stopped when I reached the end. I started slowly to fuck him. One of his hands tried to feel what was going on and when he figured it out he turned and smiled at me. He enjoyed this to the max. I knew I did.
Morgan went back to the piece of meat in front of him and I started to feel myself, while fingering and fucking him. This is a
nother thing I've always liked: feels like a double satisfaction.
'The more the merrier', I thought. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the rush of pleasure. My finger encircling my shaft at the base added to the excitement. And this nienteen-year-old was pleasuring my horny body. I was close. I bent over and whispered into his ear.
-Do you want it?
He broke free of Wallace's dick.
-Yes. Fuck me!
He pushed back a little. I straightened my legs out and got up on my toes to gain better access to his hole. This pushed me forward and towards Wallace's dick. I took it in my mouth as I started to fuck Morgan.
I broke off not long into that.
-I'm close.
-Fuck that. I want it.
I positioned myself to doggy style but Morgan wanted otherwise. He got off my dick turned around and laid down on his back. Raising his legs he gave Wallace acces to his ass again and urged me to com over to his side.
'Ass to mouth... Morgan is a hard-core bottom.'
I did so and now Morgan could enjoy my dick and Wallace could have his way with his ass. Wallace got a nother condom, rolled it on, lubed up and just went to business. No problem there. His facial expression showed only bliss and lust. And sweat.
I culdn't concentrate when one of Morgan's hands reached my dick and the other one of my nipples. He stroked, sucked, licked, pinched, teased and played which made me reach the edge.
-And I wanna give it, I said.
-Mmm.
-You want it, fuck-boy?
Morgan broke off, and started to jerk me. I looked at Wallace. I could see him being close also. He looked intently at Morgan.
-Yeah. Give it to me. Come on!
Morgan grabbed his own legs and left us to do what we wanted. He closed his eyes. Wallace took a hold of Morgans'dick and started to stroke it, making it rock hard. Wallace pulled out and pulled off the condom. I was close. I could feel the climax building up. Just a few strokes I'd be in squirter-paradise. The feeling of sexual ectasy was raging through my body. I could feel the resulting sweat all over my skin. This was a night of work in lust paying off.
I slowly stroked my dick and aimed it at Morgans' face. There was no going back now. And I was the one who shot first. Hitting Morgan hard in the face, on the neck, arms and chest. This is the moment you want to last forever.
Coming down, I sat back down, slowly coming to terms with the whole scene as Wallace started to shoot over Morgan's ass, balls and cock. He didn't do it without screaming, almost growling. This was the awake alpha bear* in these woods. Compared to me he seemed to exchange shooting distance with volume. The situation made it hot.
But he never let go off Morgan's dick. He continued to stroke it. Not firmly, but faster. And it didn't take long before Morgan also came. There, on his back, he just let Wallace have his way with him and was the last one to shoot. But in no less pleasure than us.
Being the first to shoot, I was also the first to find some beer to down the experience with. Wallace took to some trees to pee and eventually, Morgan went in to clean up. I was sweaty, which was turning cold even in these warmer temperatures. It was well into the night now so I felt a shower would be good. I followed Morgan to the bathroom. He was already in the shower. I positioned myself over the bowl and started to pee. Morgan stuck his head out, looked at me and said:
-You know... I'd like to try that some time.
-Yeah?
My head was spinning.
-Yeah.
Morgan seemed to e more alert than was normal for a drunk man after sex. I was certainly not in his league right now.
-I guess it'll have to be a nother time.
-Ok man.
Afterwards we decided the Queen-sized bed was big enough for all of us, but not yet. There was more to come. The question was just what? We proceeded to the living-room.
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I'm trying to start the action earlier and not 2,5 pages into the story. When I read the stories here in "pleasure mode" I don't want to read novels. But sometimes I want things to flow naturally. I guess this sometimes have to be given priority in a series of stories? Especially when you wanna push closer to the real events behind it?
*Or man-bear-pig? He was quite hairy (sorry - not sorry W).