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RURAL STAY pt VIII -- The Three-Times-Tuesday
I came to a bit, not wanting to leave the sleep. I felt good. And horny. Someone was sucking my dick. I didn't have the energy to break it off or check who it was. The person had nothing but its' mouth round my dick. No hands. No legs. Just the mouth around my cock. It was not yet fully hard. The drinking from yesterday had made its way to my bladder. I needed to pee. But I was pleased. And I was being pleased. And the bobbing head made no sound. It was I with my eyes closed and the head making bed-waves for me to slowly rock on while being satisfied. I didn't want to care about anything else.
This went on for a few minutes. My dick filled up with more blood and grew hard. The sucker felt it to. He moaned a bit and I recognized Morgan. I opened my eyes a little and tilted my head. I wanted to take in the view. All I saw was his head and nose. He was fully into pleasuring me. And getting pleasure from my cock. Nothing else.
I couldn't remember what happened in bed last night. I was probably too tired to even care and just fell asleep. It would explain why Morgan was trying to get me to come now. I felt the sticky sweat of yesterday clinging to my skin. I felt new sweat building up as Morgan pushed me towards excitement and climax. The sleepiness let go and I got more and more into the rhythm. The lust. I gave way for passionate sex.
It was not the first time I woke from someone teasing or sucking me. And I enjoyed it. Wallace moaned and moved a bit. Then it hit me -- Morgan wanted to try wet. I thought about it for a bit as Morgan worked my stiff boner still with nothing but his mouth. Then I thought why not, put my hands on his head stopping him, and motioned him to follow me.
Without a word, I strolled with a boner towards the door. Nilah and Elvis heard me and came to greet me. Neither they nor I cared about my boner as I patted them while walking. My hazy thoughts where bent on Morgan following me. I thought the dogs wouldn't run off so I just opened the door to the back and went out. Buck-naked. My rod swaying as I walked. Morgan followed. Just as naked as me. The dogs stayed close to the doorway, in silence, watching the events unfold.
I went towards the trees. You could hear the birds. The sun was not over the treetops yet. The summer heat was already present but in some spots, it was still chilly. And I was horny. I stopped close to a tree a beckoning Morgan to continue. He said nothing. I said nothing. He came close. Gave me a kiss tasting of cock before crouching and continuing on his work.
I stretched myself a bit, spreading my legs in the process. This freedom felt good. Waking up. Outside. Naked. Getting my dick sucked. By a horny teenaged pro. I loved every second of it. One of Morgan's fingers found its way to my anal opening, playing, teasing. That got me going. I pulled away from him letting him smell my dick while I jerked it a few times before putting it back into his mouth. We went back and forth between him sucking me and me jerking my meat right before his face. It wasn't long before I could feel the buildup to release. To Climax. I just leaned my head backwards and felt. The chill. The hotness. The hornyness. The freedom. The teasing. The mouth.
He pushed his finger inside me. That's when I knew I couldn't hold back anymore. I pulled it out, took hold of his head with one hand and jerked me off with the other. Just a few strokes and this would be it. It felt so fucking good. My legs where shaking. I tensed up and started to moan. Loudly. I didn't care about sleeping friends. Or animals.
-Here it comes...
-Yeah man!
The tension rose from my feet and I got up on my toes to follow through. I jerked forward pushing my dickhead into his mouth as I came. First shot. Then the second. He pulled back but left his mouth open to receive more. Third. Back on my feet. Fourth. On his now closed lips. Fifth. On his chin. Sixth. Seventh. On the ground. Drops.
I looked down. Morgan was jerking his dick. My own was still hard though not throbbing. It was a sight for newly woken and satisfied eyes. I tugged on it a little bit, squeezing out the last few drops of my love-elixir. Then my bladder banged at the door again and I turned away from Morgan. He kneeled and kept looking at me with desire. He wanted more. I drew closer to a tree to take the leak of the year. He understood. He was still working his meat. But I needed some time. He eased a bit closer. I had to close my eyes to get going but so it started. Dripping at first but it didn't take long before I got to a full stream. I just let everything go. I heard the stream hitting one of the roots of the tree.
-...
-Try it if you want, I said to him leaning my head backwards.
Soon the sound changed. I looked down. Morgan was there leaning backwards and I was peeing on his chest. He looked down on himself trying to smear as much as possible all over himself. He still had one hand on his dick. Piss ran in streams towards my feet and I couldn't care. Not now.
Morgan massaged his piss-wet chest and stomach. Jerking his dick I could see piss running down the inside of his thighs and dripping from his ball sack. I gave it all to him and he enjoyed it. He needed it. It was pure pleasure. And in this shower, he came. Without saying a word, he just closed his eyes and squirted. First just drops, then like a fucking sperm cannon over one of my feet and far beyond. Three more times before his assault on nature came to a trickling halt.
I was still pissing. He was still enjoying it. None of us cared. He put his mouth to the now thinner stream. He didn't open it but just let the stream hit his lips and continue down. I watched until I was down to a trickle. No one said a word. But his eyes were now glued to mine. I could discern happiness and satisfaction. Until my stomach growled.
I needed a shower and breakfast. I left for the house. Morgan stayed behind. Still on his knees...
...
Wallace showed up after we had prepared for the day. Not in need of breakfast besides coffee, he was ready in no time. We decided to go together. Morgan matched me, clad in sneakers, shorts and T-shirt. Wallace had pants and shirt on. Mr. Brunslie waited outside his' house and joined us. He wore finer clothes from an earlier life sending the message he was going to formal dinner or the like.
Wallace drove us with Mr. Brunslie riding shotgun. I shared the backseat with Morgan and though the conversation was concentrated on Mr. Brunslie, Morgan's hand found its way to my dick. Going commando he had no problem finding the way but he kept the action hidden. Slowly jerking me he got me going. Eventually precum started to ooze out. He fetched it with his fingertips and licked them clean. More than once.
Closer to town he quit. My dick went flaccid and more precum found its way out. To not leave stains I had to do the same. This brought back the same look from earlier that day. He was a horny one...
It turned out Mr. Brunslie had quite a schedule. Small stops here and there, some shopping and a few social visits. Being a small town, he got around easily. We ate together and split up afterwards. Morgan took care of some things for himself leaving Wallace and me alone. We could talk. And we did hit it off. Turned out he slept through the morning-sex me and Morgan enjoyed. But the talk of it got him going.
We drove a bit outside of town. Surrounded by woods in all directions it wasn't difficult finding smaller roads to explore and before long we felt secure enough to go at it. Leaning on the hood of the car, we just started jerking side-by-side. Wanting to feel free (and stain-free), I took off all my clothes while Wallace stayed in his jeans and shirt. I was a bit worried someone might come by but at the same time naked made me happy. And more horny.
We changed between jerking ourselves and each other. Ants were busy running back and forth on the ground and soon they were shortcutting over my feet. I felt it but didn't want to care. While jerking, I turned around and bent over to suck on Wallace's dick. He reached down, felt, and fingered my ass. I couldn't help but soon being brought to the edge. I let my dick go and steadied myself by putting the hands on the hood.
-I won't last long, Nathan.
I slowed down but kept on sucking for a while. His fingering triggered me. I wanted more. I turned around, still bent over sending the message FUCK ME NOW! He wanted it too. He put his head towards my hole and pressed lightly. I felt my dick throbbing as my body anticipated future feelings of anal pleasure. He slid his rock hard dick up and down, pushed towards the hole but not in.
It hit me: `He wants condoms'.
We didn't have any with us. Nor lube. I spit in my hand and made his dick all slippery. If he wanted, he could easily break in and fill me up. And fuck me good. And he wanted it. He wanted to. He was rock hard and it was not just my spit back there. He teased. I moaned for it. We both wanted it. But this got us no further. This neither made us less horny.
`Well, then. Let me take what I can get.'
I straightened up and took hold of his dick with one hand and mine with the other and I started to jerk us off simultaneously.
-Fuck yeah, I heard from behind.
His breathing got heavier and his moaning louder. I was naked in front of this man not caring if anyone heard us. Or saw us. I just wanted all the dicks in the world. Anyone could've done anything to me right then and there. I wanted Wallace, his dick, his sperm, his fingers, his everything he could spear me with! I bent over again and guided his dick towards my hole. He took over working on his dick and it wasn't long until he stated he was cumming to the whole forest. I reached back and pointed his dick towards my hole and I could feel him throb and squirt several times. I could feel the heat around my hole and I knew. And I loved it.
I loved the thought of sperm being squirted on to my hole.
When Wallace was done, I stood up. I scoped some off from his love stick and on to mine. Then I jerked off and just a few strokes later, I too was spraying the forest with my love-juice. The ants must have hated us.
Calming down I took a leak not far from where we stood. Ants still tickling my feet, sperm still clinging to my butt cheeks. Wallace came up next to me and joined in. I saw some sperm at the base of his cock. I scooped up some of it and when I was done I smeared it onto my cock. For later. For Morgan if chance came. For my feeling of satisfaction at least. I could feel it would get me going again later. Fuck the stains.
I got dressed and I was done. If anyone would smell me? Then so be it. I'm a horny fucker and I didn't live around there so I just didn't care. I smelled myself which made Wallace laugh.
-You didn't even take a shower today, I pointed out.
-Neither in water nor in man-juice, he replied.
-No... fuuuck that was hot
-Yeah. But I don't fuck without a condom.
-I know, I nodded at him. But you really got me going there.
We drove back. We had nothing to do after I'd done some shopping so we waited at the bar where we said we would meet up when we were done. One beer later for me and we were on our way home to my brother's.
On the way, Morgan went at it again, jerking me in the car. Again I got hard and horny. When he retrieved the first fingertips of precum, he got the full smell of what had been going on. He turned towards me. Then he looked at Wallace who just gave him a devious smile through the mirror, while still holding Mr. Brunslie in focus of the conversation. Wallace knows how to move around socially when needed.
When everything was taken care of we brought out beers and moved two sun-chairs in to the sunny part of the lawn. Wallace and Morgan took their place and I was on the grass. In nothing but shorts.
-I'll be leaving tonight, Wallace said.
I wasn't surprised and to me Wallace was not a close friend so this was no big thing for me.
-Should you be drinking? Morgan asked.
-This'll be my last one. But thanks for a good time.
He nodded in my direction. I raised my beer in response. We got the barbeque going and when it was cooling off Wallace asked:
-How about a last one?
Looking intensely at Morgan, Morgan understood directly. While they started making out I went in and got condoms and lube. Before I could return out the door the two came in. Morgan was naked and Wallace's dick was sticking out his now unbuttoned jeans, just like when we were in the woods earlier.
They invaded the sofa and Wallace was all over Morgan in seconds, having him on his back with legs in the air. While Wallace was sucking Morgan, I came up to them with lube and condoms. I dropped the rest of my clothes and positioned myself behind Wallace, felling him, jerking him, and kissing his back. I understood what was coming and I wanted to help him get going.
Wallace started to alternate between licking Morgan's ass, sucking his dick, and kissing him. This was hot passion. I opened a package and rolled a condom onto the throbbing dick of Wallace -- who hadn't touched his own dick since he came in the door. I lubed up two fingers, poured some onto the ass crack of Morgan's, and started to prepare him for the fuck of the night.
One finger went in. Then the second. It was tight. And warm. And it made me feel the need for more. I kept going for some time while Wallace kept sucking and kissing Morgan. Then I pulled out and jerked Wallace condom clad love stick until it was hard enough to penetrate fucking anything.
And in it went. In one big push.
Morgan gasped. I understood he loved it but hated the pain. Morgan started to fuck him and it wasn't long before Morgan had adjusted himself to the penetrator. The wanted perpetrator. To the manly love machine. To the passionate assault on his own anus. Wallace worked fast. Morgan whimpered in satisfaction.
I climbed up on the sofa above Morgan and faced Wallace. He immediately started to suck my dick. Morgan moved one of his hands up towards my ass. I could still feel some dry sperm there but the focus of everybody was elsewhere. I looked down and saw Wallace closing his eyes focusing on the rhythm. I heard Elvis bark at something. I sat down on the back-support. Wallace followed, still sucking my dick. Through the window, I could see Mr. Brunslie approaching the house.
Luckily or unluckily, Morgan had left a trail of clothes, which caught Mr. Brunslie's attention. He walked first towards the shirt and then the shorts laying closer to the house. He then looked up in confusion. The light coming in through the windows should be enough to light up the room so he could see in. Yet it didn't seem like he could. As Wallace's pace quickened, both on my dick and in Morgan's ass, Mr. Brunslie came closer to the windows.
The sounds Morgan and Wallace now had started to make were more than enough to drown the sounds Mr. Brunslie could make us hear of him. He came closer to our window and peered in. He was old, but this whole scenario made me think of Tom and for now, I could allow myself to fully go with the flow. And concentrate on Wallace sucking my dick. That was when our eyes interlocked.
Mr. Brunslie nodded and smiled shyly at me. He took a few steps back and had a look around. He opened his fly and fished out his cock. Thin and long as it was, he started to stroke it. Right there. Just outside the windows of the home of my brother's. He was still looking at me. I could see his head, upper body and dick. Wallace could see nothing because Mr. Brunslie had taken a step back. And between Morgan and Mr. Brunslie there were too many body parts. Mr. Brunslie worked his dick with full attention towards the action inside.
This turned me on.
Here I was, feeling my dick being sucked, hearing a manly man having his way with a boy, smelling the rubber-fucking of a lubed-up ass, and watching an old guy jerk off. My head was spinning. I turned my head towards the action inside and Wallace was getting close.
So was I.
I couldn't discern Morgan but judging from the sounds, he too was in heaven. I looked back outside and I took hold of my dick and jerked it. I demonstrated it to Mr. Brunslie. He came up to the side of the window, leaving me only seeing his dick, stomach and hand at work. He enjoyed watching us. This added to my feelings of satisfaction. Wallace's head went down between my legs interlocking lips with Morgan. Morgan wasn't able to do shit in his position but receive whatever Wallace wanted to give. And Wallace kept drilling him with his dick. And tongue.
Outside, Mr. Brunslie froze and I understood what was about to come. I couldn't hear him. If he made any muffled sounds, they were probably heard by no one. It was less likely someone would miss the intertwined couple beneath me. Wallace came up and concentrated again on my dick. The action on both sides of the window had me mesmerized. For the third time of the day I was in a sexual haze. Mr. Brunslie was shooting onto the lower parts of the window. Painting them. I was getting close to the edge. Wallace had his eyes closed so I continued to watch the sperm-painter go at it.
When he was done, he smeared out the sperm a bit with his dick before stepping away from the window. I just stared. And I switched to jerking my meat, bringing me to edging. And I kept it there for as long as I could. Slowing down, pushing my dick downwards feeling the resistance, and taking in the body aching for sexual release. It is exactly this I enjoy, the feeling your body emits right before unloading.
Mr. Brunslie was coming down from it as I tried to keep it. But it was no point in holding back much longer. I turned my attention towards Wallace and Morgan. The rubber, lube and man-sweat now filled the air.
I could hear Wallace reaching climax. Everybody could hear Wallace reaching climax. Leaning back, he buried his cock deep in Morgan and froze. He screamed. He came. All of his sweaty, manly, body in spasms showed he experienced that very thing. I couldn't hold back any more now.
I started to shoot over Morgan's abdominal muscles. I came for the third time that day. Not shooting far. Feeling my sex-drive giving one last push of pleasure to squeeze my balls for another spread of my genes. Some ended up on Morgan's dick. Some on Wallace's chest.
Soon I calmed down. Pretty quick this time. Outside, Mr. Brunslie walked away and threw a hand in the air as thank you and that was it. I just smiled to myself. I don't think the others noticed anything at all of Mr. Brunslie.
After Wallace and Morgan had left it didn't take me long to eat, shower and hit the bed. I was dead tired. And satisfied.