I stepped forward cautiously, watching Marty's face for any change. Would he be annoyed, happy to see me, concerned?
I shouldn't have worried. As soon as I broke through the undergrowth his grin broadened into a full-blown smile.
"Hey there," he said, as if we had just met on a sidewalk. "Glad you could make it." He turned and smiled back at the incredibly hot guy who had his dick buried balls deep in Marty's ass.
"Jason, meet Mike. Mike, Jason."
Talk about awkward moments. What was I supposed to do, shake hands? Jason was standing absolutely still, almost on his toes, holding onto Marty's hips, head down, his dark brown straight hair flopping over his face.
I was stunned. Jason was absolutely gorgeous. His frame was thin but well defined, muscular but not bulky, broad shoulders, thin waist, long sinewy legs covered in a rich coating of dark hair. He shook his head and looked right at me.
"Hey," he said in a warm baritone voice. "Join us?"
He began pumping his hips ever so slightly and Marty closed his eyes and rocked with him. "Oh, yeah," Marty moaned.
I watched Jason's face as he humped Marty. He had fine, angular but not unpleasant features, thin nose but a strong chin and high cheekbones. His skin was fair but had a nice tan and his eyebrows were dark and straight. His eyes were magnetic, deep-set and very dark, almost black. He had a long neck and prominent Adam's apple and a smooth chest with a bit of hair between his pecs. All in all he was a handsome sight. I could see why Marty was smitten.
I glanced at Marty, eyes closed, almost as if he were meditating as Jason rocked his hips back and forth gently. Marty sighed, open his eyes in a dreamy way, looked at me, then shook his head in invitation. I stepped closer and he cupped his hand, flicking his fingers back and reaching for my cock. "C'm'ere," he whispered, and then guided my hard on to his mouth.
He slurped me down and tongued the underside of my cock, drooling all along the shaft. He cupped my aching balls in one hand and slid a finger back toward my ass. I almost blew my load right there.
But Jason surprised me by leaning over Marty's back and brushing his hand across my right nipple. My cock swelled in Marty's mouth as I reached back and lightly pinched Jason's engorged left nipple. He moaned, Marty moaned, I moaned and Jason put his hand behind my neck and pulled me toward his sensuous lips.
His mouth parted as we met and his tongue swiped my lips and teeth as we pressed our lips together. God! He tasted good, his breath was so sweet, and his lips we electrifying. We swapped tongues and rubbed our hands over each other while he fucked and pumped my dick in and out of Marty's mouth. Marty was humming and moaning on my rod and I was getting close.
Then Jason pulled out, Marty spit me out, and we all stood up. Jason grabbed both of us around the waist and pulled us into a tight hug, rubbing our slippery cocks together while we performed a three-way kiss.
Jason's hand grabbed my ass and I grabbed his, working my fingers toward his crack. He spread his legs apart slightly and guided my hand toward his hairy crack. He was slick with sweat and rain, and my hand slid right to his hole. He hunched his hips back and, I swear, his hole actually opened for me, drawing my middle finger inside his hot chute.
Marty, meanwhile, had grabbed all three cocks in his hands and was rubbing up and down, occasionally dribbling spit into the almost-matched threesome, keeping the friction pleasant but not pushing us any closer to the edge.
Jason slowly spun to his right to allow my hand to explore his ass, then bent at his waist and pulled his cheeks apart. What a sight. There before me was the perfect ass: a true bubble butt, nicely hairy with a dark cleft and the hottest pink hole ever made. He clenched his cheeks and his hole winked.
"I like it, man," he said. "Wanna lick it?"
I bent down and pried his cheeks apart and inhaled deeply. This was one sweet smelling man. I kissed both cheeks, and then licked across them, leaving a slippery trail, then tucked my tongue into his crack. An overpowering draft of pheromones and sweat made me light headed and caused my cock to swell.
I licked again then drove my tongue into his hole. It opened, gave a momentary spasm, closed tightly, then opened again and let me in. He was incredibly clean with only a slight tang of ass flavor. He hunched his hips back and my tongue went deeper.
Marty got down on his knees and took my dripping cock back into his mouth, so I reached around and grabbed his hard seven inches. It was slippery with precum and pulsed in my hand, spewing another small stream of clear sticky fluid over my fingers.
I rose to my feet, Marty's mouth still attached to my dick, and reached around to grab Jason's pole. It was a beauty: about seven inches, slender, straight, uncut, and ultra hard. Generous drops of pre lubricated the tip and foreskin, which slid easily up and down in my fist. I slid my other fingers into his crack and slipped one, then two, fingers into his hot hole.
Jason humped his hips back into my hand and groaned.
"Do it, man, do it," he said with a husky voice. "Oh, yeah, do it."
Marty came up for air and stood behind me, guiding my cock to Jason's hole. I slipped into Jason, pulled back slightly, and then pushed all the way home. This boy had practiced, but his chute was tight and smooth and hot. He pushed back, pulled forward, then pushed back again, grinding his ass into my pubic bone and rotating his hips.
Enveloping me in his arms and holding onto my hips, Marty slid his beautiful cock along my rain- and sweat-slicked crack. He humped me and I humped Jason in unison, the sweat rolling off our torrid bodies, our breath coming in gasps.
Marty slid down my back and landed on his knees, his steamy breath at my backside. He parted my ass and licked slowly along my crack, flicking his tongue against my pulsing hole and driving into it with surprising force. This pushed me forward as Jason pushed back and I was momentarily crushed between their opposing forces.
Standing on shaky knees ^Ö hell, we were all quaking in our excitement ^Ö Marty stepped behind me and in one gentle push slid his rod into my hole. I'm rarely a bottom, but this felt so good and so right. His push then pushed me again into Jason and we began a carefully choreographed dance as we hunched over each other.
My hand never left Jason's cock and he got harder and larger as we continued our dance, leaking copious slippery natural lube. The pace picked up and I felt as if I was caught in the middle of a human machine, pushing, pulling and pushing back. The machine grew stronger and faster, sweat flew from our bodies and sighs and grunts escaped as we crashed together again and again.
It was too much. I felt my cum rising and I automatically rose to my toes, pushing my rod further into Jason's guts while squeezing hard on Marty's rod. He rose onto his toes and pushed deeper and Jason stood upright and leaned back onto my shoulder, his tongue slurping my ear. My fist flew along his cock and I felt him go rigid. His cock throbbed once, twice, and I felt his tube fill with liquid. His prostate expanded against my cock and we both exploded.
Jason's first volley flew several feet and splattered on the leaves and mud; mine ruptured deep in his bowels, and Marty's first spew hit between my second and third blasts. Jason's cum flew in long white ropes straight out, then dripped in huge gobs over my hand and onto our legs.
I saw stars and felt dizzy as my orgasm ended. I was as empty as I have ever been and my balls ached, almost too sensitive for any stimulation. Marty finished and pulled out with a loud pop and slumped onto my back, dripping clammy sweat all over me. I quickly softened and slipped out of Jason as his knees buckled and he slid to the ground at my feet. I didn't think I could stand very long without passing out.
Jason turned slightly and took my spent cock in his mouth, cleaning off all of my cum and his juices. Then Marty went on his knees and, spreading my cheeks, sucked all of his cum from my bruised ass. I've never experienced anything like it.
We all were shaky and spent, winded and suddenly tired. I could have fallen asleep right there until dawn. But a cool breeze came along the path and caused us to shiver at the same time.
We looked at each other, almost shyly, and grinned in that satisfied but humble way. Without a word, we acknowledged the splendor of the moment and broke apart, searching in the fading light for our scattered clothes.
Marty found his pants and wallet and Jason pulled on his baggy shorts. My pants were soaked in rain and mud. We were a collective mess. Jason grabbed Marty's waist and pulled him into a passionate kiss as I struggled to get my pants on, hopping on one foot in the mud.
"Dude, that's not working," Jason said. "Follow me."
Marty and I gathered our things and followed Jason along the path to a small clearing in the woods where a stream, now running clear, no longer muddy from the rain, formed a nice deep pool surrounded by flat mossy rocks.
Jason threw his clothes in the far end then slid into the two-foot-deep water washing the mud and slime from his sleek body. Marty and I did the same, bumping into Jason and each other as we turned and washed the muck off our bodies and limbs.
I rubbed a patch of mud off my thigh and sat down on a rock, watching Jason and Marty rolling in the small pool like a couple of otters. Their bodies were stunningly beautiful, smooth, sleek, shiny, strong, and so very alive. Their spent cocks rolled among their pubes and their now empty but still large balls flopped and then shrunk in the cool water.
They stood and shook off the water, spraying me and laughing. We all laughed and grinned like a bunch of school kids then retrieved our somewhat cleaner clothes from the far end of the little pool.
"Sweet," Jason said, reaching over and giving my half-hard on a tug. "Let's go."
I expected to go back up the path toward the park but Jason went in the other direction, toward civilization! There were houses nearby and I whispered a slight warning protest.
""It's cool, man," Jason said. "Wait and see."
Marty grinned at me and nodded once. "Trust him," he mouthed, and followed Jason through the woods. I wasn't exactly comfortable strutting toward other people's back yards totally naked but I couldn't resist following Jason's and Marty's bare asses along the trail.
The woods started to thin and I could see rooftops below the ridge. "Hey guys, this is getting a little scary," I said, stopping to put my pants on.
"Wait, dude, it's really OK," Jason said. "Man, you are going to love this." He turned and grinned broadly at Marty who wriggled his eyebrows up and down and tipped his head sideways with a big grin. We took another ten steps and came to a trimmed path with mulch and wood steps heading into a manicured back yard. I stopped and they took a few steps before turning around.
"It's my house," Jason said. "I'm the only one home this week. My folks are away for vacation." He grabbed Marty's hand and tugged him forward, and then he turned and said, "C'mon, you must be famished."
I was hungry, but my cock was twitching again as I hopped the few steps into the yard. The entire yard was surrounded by dense, manicured hedges and overshadowed by towering oaks. The back of the house had a large pool and stone terrace with a dozen lounge chairs along the edges and a hot tub bubbling in one corner. Marty and Jason stood chest to chest, lost in a deep kiss, tongues flailing back and forth. Both were completely hard again as they began grinding their hips against each other. It was a memorable sight.
I suddenly felt like excess baggage as they slobbered over each other and was prepared to turn back to find my way through the woods. But Jason broke off the kiss and said, "Don't you want to stay? Let's eat and then play some more." Marty flashed his trademark grin and nodded his head yes.
I couldn't believe it. An extended invitation with two of the hottest men I've ever known.
What else could I do? I smiled and said, "Sure, why not."
To be continued
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