teen2b slow)(12/60)
The following is a pure work of fiction and is the property of the author.
If you are looking to get off quick, read something else. This story is presented in serial form and you'll read a lot of background, before you get any mindblowing sex scenes. If you are bothered by same sex relationships, read no farther. This is a story about the interaction of males with each other in a fanciful setting. It's a story with some sex, not sex with some story. Thanks to those who are encouraging me to continue with the presentation of this series.
Hope that you continue to enjoy. LJB
To Fulfill a Prophesy
Section 12
Dale - Wednesday afternoon (continued)
Jason and I stripped when we hit the bedroom and proceeded into the shower. I figured Anson had three options. He could remain where he was, sitting in the lounge area of our suite, he could get up and leave, going wherever he pleased, or he could decide to take a risk and join us in our shower. Once the water temperature was steady, we both rinsed the warm spray over our bodies. There still was no sign of Anson. We kissed deeply and then I poured some shampoo on Jason's hair and started to work up a lather.
"You sure there's going to be room for me in there ?" Anson asked in a rather hesitant voice. I looked around and he stood at the edge of the shower, naked.
"Yup," I answered, "right here in the middle." He slid in between us and Jason wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him once again. This time, Anson made an effort to participate. As they parted, Jason commented, "Not bad, but I think we should do some work on it." The two of them laughed and it made me think about my love having taught me, the niceties of sharing..
Anson's hair had gotten wet, so I poured some shampoo on it and started to massage, while Jason began to soap his chest. I had to reach up to shampoo his sandy coloured head, as his 6'2" reached above my 5'10". Handing him some soap, I told him to use it on Jason. As I rubbed the shampoo onto his scalp, I took a good look at the back half of our young, former cop, farm boy. He had solid, broad shoulders, which attested to the hard work on the farm he had done while growing up. His muscles moved and flexed through his shoulders and back, as he applied soap over Jason's upper torso. His back narrowed to a slender waist, which led to two firm, rounded cheeks of hard muscle. As I began to soap his buns, they were tense and rigid, but he relaxed, as I stroked them and a certain flexible bounce yielded into my hands. I passed the soap down his crease and the cheeks instantly became rigid again, but he forced himself to ease off and my hand was allowed to slide between them, stroking up and down. When I passed over his button and around the curve at the bottom, he gasped, but did not tighten. He moved his legs apart slightly and I washed the flat area behind his balls. Stooping down, I soaped his muscular thighs, brushing his ball sac several times and causing a jerk, when I made contact. Jason steadied him after I completed his lower legs, so I could raise each foot to cleanse it. The only hair I discovered on this entire side was a short, curly, light dusting on his thighs and calves. The rest of his backside was a smooth as the day he was born, but far better defined.
Head and back view now completely soaped, I guided him into the shower spray to rinse. Checking to see how the front washings were coming, I found that my two boys, had gotten as far as the good stuff and progressed no farther. Each of them had soaped the other's groin and were mutually, slowly stroking each other's magic wand, as if making a wish. I had a good idea what the wish was, too. Anson was fascinated by Jason's uncircumcised tool and repeatedly pushed back the hood, to soap the sensitive knob. Jason in turn had hold of Anson's rigid, 7 « " scepter and had a lather worked up, from gently stroking it back and forth, along the length.
"All right you two horny toads," I declared, "this shower is only getting limited portions cleaned. Rinse off, then out you go and get dried off." They followed my instructions and while they dried each other, I quickly drew the soap over my body and rinsed. They insisted on drying me, when I exited the shower.
"Okay, guys." I suggested, after everyone was dry, "Let's go lie down on the bed. Anson, let's have you in the middle." We stretched out on the bed, with Anson in the middle and Jason and I on each side.
"Anson, is there anything, you would particularly like to do with us this afternoon ?" Jason asked.
"Is it okay if I hold these ?" he requested, reaching down with each hand and grasping our erect cocks.
"You can do whatever you want, here with us. Our only restriction is, we each must be willing. If you don't want to participate in something ,you don't have to. If you don't like something one of us does with you, then say `STOP' and we will stop." I told him.
"Who's in charge ?" he asked. "I thought that one of you would be the `boss'."
"That's certainly true in some situations." Jason replied. "We each have our preferences and I like most being on the bottom. That means Dale often seems more dominant and guides the activities, which he enjoys doing. Occasionally, one of us will feel like a change and then, the other accommodates him. Ours is a sharing relationship and we each receive much enjoyment from giving to the other, as much pleasure as possible. In some relationships, one person is always dominant and he gets pleasure, by them fulfilling his needs, while they derive pleasure by his fulfilling theirs, through domination or humiliation. If that type of relationship interests you, then Dale has experienced some of that and he can likely guide you. There is no right or wrong, there is only what best suits your needs and gives you enjoyment without injuring anyone. Like I told you before, keep it fun." I leaned over and kissed him, a little more forcefully, than Jason had previously. I scooped his mouth with my tongue and played with his.
When we broke the kiss, he gasped and said, "That's not how it felt when I kissed those girls." I kissed along his ear and down his neck, moving over to his nipple.
With my tongue, I drew circles around his pink areola and flicked the rapidly hardening nub. I nibbled on the nip, which had now swollen and protruded a good ¬" into my mouth. I crossed his chest with my arm and my fingers rolled the other nub and squeezed it gently. Anson was groaning each time I squeezed, or nibbled one of those rosy discs. He had been busy stroking our cocks back and forth and his hands were getting quite slick, from the abundant precum, which Jason and I had been producing.
Jason had decided to stimulate Anson's abdomen. After blowing cool air over his belly and crotch, he dragged the tip of his tongue, up the golden treasure trail from the fluffy pubic bush to the little pit of his navel. After circling a few times, he dipped repeatedly in the button hole and swirled his tongue around the inner lining. This caused Anson to catch his breath and a loud groan, escaped his lips.
"I never imagined, it could be like this." he whispered to no one in particular.
I had moved up and proceeded to kiss him again. This time, he took the initiative and our lip lock turned into a tongue wrestling match. I recognized someone, who resisted hoping to be overcome and it raised some of my own old feelings. Jason reached out during this activity and grasped Anson's cock. The sudden intake of air, that Anson gasped, just about sucked my lungs dry. We broke the kiss and I looked at Jason. He was busy stroking Anson's cock and nibbling on the fringes of his curly pubic hair, but I though I saw the slightest smirk on his lips and a sparkle in his eyes. I went back to pleasuring Anson's pecs and nipples.
It had not been long, but Anson was terribly excited and worked up. Considering this was his first experience, with another person, or in this case persons, he had managed really well. He started to groan louder, as Jason stroked him more rapidly and his breathing became shallow. His grip on our cocks, had become quite tight and the stroking he was doing, became erratic.
"I'm going to ssshhoooooot." he yelled out as his back arched and the first volley erupted, from the purple head of his weapon. Thanks to Jason's careful aim, it hit me in the temple, as I raised my head from Anson's nipple. The second round, made it all the way to his neck, as my head had now moved out of range. A successive third, fourth, fifth and sixth round formed a trail down his stomach and the remainder dribbled down his shaft and over Jason's hand. Still holding our cocks, but not moving, Anson had collapsed back on the bed and lay panting, his eyes glazed and his psyche off in some distant place.
After a minute or so, he moaned, "That is the greatest feeling I have ever experienced."
"It's always better with someone else." I observed.
After wiping the side of my head, I looked down at our young friend. He had dumped an impressive load, which was now puddled along his rock hard pecs and abdominals. Remnants showed in the fluffy, blonde hair at the base of his penis, which had withdrawn to its normal 4" flaccid length. His pouch and balls had released from his body, to resume their normal dangle. The soft skin of his sac clung to his nuts, outlining their shape and walnut-like size.
Jason had licked off his hand and looking at me, said, "Excellent vintage. You should try it."
"Thanks," I replied, "I've always prefer it warm, straight from the tap."
"I need to finish you two." Anson said, as he started to stroke our softened pricks.
"No, you don't" replied Jason, as we each place a hand on his, to stop his pumping motion.
"But I want to try to give you, some of the pleasure, you just gave me." he complained.
"The point today was to have you find out that sex, with other men, can be fun." Jason said. "While you had fun, we did too. Guiding you, to reach the level of enjoyment you did, gave us each a great deal of pleasure."
"It's true." I added. "Our pleasure was in helping you get started. Climax is not the only fulfillment, good sex brings a person." Oddly, six months ago I would not have believed such a thing, but these months with my man, had shown me the validity of that statement.
"You will have lots of opportunity to get us off next time, when we go to the next level. You don't need to do it because you feel you need to."
"I hope you're kidding." Anson said, shaking his head from side to side. "I think more fun than this, may just kill me." We all laughed.