From: "kennyb" <kennyb@rumford.agate.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Straight Friend's Seduction
Date: 25 Sep 1996 03:50:59 GMT

		     Straight Friend's Seduction

	I am beginning to doubt who I am and because of that, I am
starting to doubt other things in my life. I don't know what the fuck
is going on, but in a matter of four days, my world had been changed
completely. I'm a 34 year old guy, and I feel like a 7 tear old lost
in the woods.

	I'm an industrial painter by trade, and occasionally have to
work out of the area. I learned back in my early twenties that to save
money working out of town, campgrounds (weather permitting) were an
ideal way to go. My older brothers had been doing it, and when I
started painting, I bought one of my brothers trailers at a decent
price when he upgraded. That trailer had been up and down the East
Coast over 5 dozen times, sometimes with the wife, and sometimes with
the wife and kids, but usually I was on my own, unless somebody on the
crew wanted to split the lot rent and shit with me. I am 34 years
old, the father of a boy 14, and twin girls 8 years old. I've worked
steady since I was 18, and have been with the same woman since the
11th grade of high school. I've slept with two other women since I've
been married, and she knows about both of them. She had an affair with
a mutual friend of ours between my two fuck ups, and yeah, it did
hurt, and I sure as hell know I deserved it, but until two weeks ago,
the last five years have been great.

	We had to go to N. Carolina for a shut down, a large paper
mill near the Virginia+. border. I got a crew together, and stole one of my
brother's guys off of his job, to be my lead man. Jerry and I had
known each other for about 12 years. The best worker we had (family
owned business), he knew which guys could do what best. The job my
brother was running was about finished, so he said go ahead and take
Jerry, he could have the job set up the fastest. Jerry said he needed
the work , "fucking divorce lawyers, both of and although he's 3 years
older than me, I've never had a problem being his boss. His old lady
was in the process of fucking him over royally, with her own fucking
cousin no less, and the man just didn't deserve it. I knew that if I
brought Jerry, he and I could have the job set up for the blasters and
sprayers, in a day and a half, two tops, work the four day shut down,
and bang, go home.

	I asked Jerry if he wanted to stay in the trailer, and he said
fine. I drove my truck with some equipment in it, towing the trailer,
and Jerry drove the rig with the heavy hardware. The paint and sand
had already been delivered to the job, we thought. I had Jerry drive
onto the job, while I found the campground. It wasn't too bad, around
18 miles from the jobsite, and only three roads. I found a decent lot,
up on the hill, away from the office/store, and somewhat near the
bathrooms. The trailer had a `full' bathroom, sink, shower, shitter,
but they were all pretty much together. It was just easier, (and
safer) to use the facilities at the campground. I am a member of
K.O.A, but after the owner saw the size of my air conditioner on my
roof, that pretty much took care of my discount. It was cheaper to
rent for the week, so that's what I did.

	I unhitched the trailer, but didn't level it, plug in or hook
up the water, I figured Jerry and I would do it after we unloaded the
equipment. The site was great, all of the surrounding lots on the
hill were vacant, and the john/showers were only about 50 yards away.
I drove out to the mill, contacted the people I needed to, the home
office, their area supervisor, their sight supervisor, their safety
man, and finally the guy who bid the job. It seemed that our sand had
arrived from Louisiana, but the primer and finish coats had not been
received from Germany yet. We set up what we could that day, and after
explaining to to the area supervisor that we couldn't blast the steel
unless we could at least put a primer coat on it immediately
afterwards, (bare metal rusts,the fucking idiot couldn't understand),
we confirmed the shipment for arrival that night from Maryland for an
additional $2,300, hopped into my truck, and headed for the
campground.

	I had asked Jerry if he needed to stop in town for anything,
and after confirming that there was booze onboard the trailer, he said
cool, he was all set. I told him that if he helped me level the
trailer and shit, that he was welcomed to anything in the trailer. We
struck a deal and I told him that we had to be on the sight early the
next day, but if the paint came in tonight, and the crew made it to
their motel rooms in one piece, maybe him and I could take a ride out
to the "Office" the next afternoon. The Office was a strip club that
my older brothers had visited on numerous occasions, it really wasn't
called the Office, it was a joke that they would use when they had to
call in to the main office, "We're at the Office," they'd tell the
secretary, who actually thought that they were still on the jobsite.

	Jerry said that he had heard about it from my brothers, but
unless I could guarantee that he'd get laid that night, he'd just as
soon stay at the trailer, he couldn't afford a stripper from the
`Office'. I told him that we would see what happened tomorrow.

	We pulled into the campsite, and I noticed another trailer,
two empty sites away. It was the exact same model and year as my own
trailer. I couldn't see anyone around, and was just grateful that they
had chosen to not camp near us. We were just finishing setting up, and
working on our second warm beer, when Jerry asked me if ` I could
smell that?' I stuck my nose in the air, and didn't even have to take
a deep breath, before I smelled pot. All I could think of was a bunch
of loud fucking teenagers, partying all night.

	I said "yeah, I can," and shook my head. I used to get a high,
quite a bit actually, but hadn't smoked in about 5 years. I knew Jerry
smoked on occasion, when he could find it and afford it. I don't have
anything against those who do, it's just that I really wasn't in the
mood to put up with a bunch of partying campers.

	An hour later, after double checking everything. We fired up
the grill, dragged the picnic table over towards the trailer a little,
and settled in to drink a couple of beers and wait for the steaks and
potatoes. I listened to Jerry talk about his future ex, what a bitch
she was and the rest of it. He surprised me by going into detail
about what she would and wouldn't do in bed (which was very little
according to him). I've never really considered Jerry my best friend,
although he was (and still is) I guess, but, we had never really got
into a conversation about sex, unless it was your typical bragging. I
was surprised at his openness. She let him have it once a week, no
head, maybe a hand job if he was lucky. "I spent eight and a half
fucking years with that bitch, never once did I fuck around on her,
with another woman, and now she's gone, leaving me broke, with nothing
but my right hand, back to where I was when I was 15, only then I
didn't have bills. Sorry Chris, but it's got me pissed. And don't look
so fucking shocked, as if you don't jack off every fucking chance that
you get some privacy, you'd be a goddamn liar if you said you didn't."

	I told him that I wasn't denying shit, and that yeah, I was
extremely grateful that I wasn't a quadriplegic for many reasons. He
thought that that was pretty funny,and then asked, "how often?" I told
him none of his fucking business, but that if I ever needed a `hand'
with it, that I'd let him know.

	"You do that, I'm so fucking good at it, I know I could show
you a few new tricks." We both laughed at that one, grabbed the shit
off of the grill, and went inside to eat.We talked a little more about
his ex, and after supper, went back out and had a few more beers. I
guess we had been sitting there for about an hour, when we heard, "How
y'all doin'?" Looking up we saw two guys walking from around the back
side of my trailer.

	I figured that they were from the other sight that we smelled
dope from, seeing as they came up from the backside. I was surprised
to see two guys standing there who weren't teenagers, but who seemed
to be about my age, maybe a few years younger. I was relieved to see
that the `neighbors' weren't a bunch of 22 year old punks.

	We introduced ourselves, and after shaking hands, the guy
named Mike told me that he thought I had a decent taste in trailers. I
told him that I had bought it from my brother, who had bought it off
of our dad, and that there had been a lot of changes made, but that it
had actually made me money. He told me that he noticed my AC as soon
as they had pulled into their lot, and that he had done some major
changes to his as well, and for me to come over sometime and see his
work. The other guy's name was Ty, "Short for Tyler," he said.

	Jerry and Ty had been talking while Mike and I were talking
about our trailers, and I had overheard Ty say that they were
electricians coming in for the shutdown. The conversation had turned
to the mill,and who to watch out for. The safety guy's name had been
mentioned more than five times that day to me, and Mike and Ty had
heard of him too. The next thing I know, I smell pot. Ty is nudging me
and trying to hand me a joint. I told him no thanks, and then Jerry
says, "You may as well, Ty just said that there is a tropical
depression sitting off the coast, and it's supposed to rain for the
next four days, I don't think that we will busting ass like we thought
we would."

	I asked Mike about the weather, and he verified it, so I
grabbed the joint and took a hit. It had been a long long time since
I've smoked pot, but I felt the affects the minute that I
exhaled/choked... I realized that I had to either sit down or fall
down, so I chose to sit. By the time that I had settled my ass onto
the picnic table, the joint had come around again. I started to beg
off, but then Jerry started to run his mouth about me being

	I do remember getting off of the picnic table and staggering
my way over to the hammock that we had strung up. I remember rolling
into the hammock, and then back out the other side and onto the
ground. Jerry and Ty came over and put me back into the hammock. I lay
there for about 20 minutes, trying to talk myself down from the buzz.
It didn't seem to be working. I knew that I had to get on my feet,
just how to go about doing it was the problem. I hollered over to
Jerry, and when he came over, I told him that I was completely
trashed, and that I was ready to crash. He and Mike, who had suddenly
appeared, helped me out of the hammock and into the trailer. Jerry
told me that he was going down to take a shower, and that Mike was
gonna hang out and check the trailer out. I said yeah, fine. I made my
way to the back `room' and lay down on the bed. I realized that I had
made a big mistake, so I sat back up. After a couple of deep breaths,
my head felt somewhat straight again. Mike came back and asked how I
was feeling. I told him alright, as long as I sat up, and he laughed.

	When I looked up at him, he was stroking his fucking dick
through his jeans! He was just leaning against the wall, one elbow on
the wall above his head , and his other hand gripping a hard dick
through his jeans. My head may have been foggy, but I've been come
onto before by guys, more than I ever liked (appreciated too, I
guess), and this was in my face! This was fucking blatant!

	Instead of being pissed off, I was fucking embarrassed. I
couldn't believe that this guy was coming onto me! Mike! I would have
never guessed. I knew for a fact that there were some men who were
gay, and that you couldn't tell, but this was blowing me away! Any guy
that had ever come onto me before, I could tell. The old lady got a
big kick out of it. She said it turned her on that other guys wanted
to get `in my britches.' No man has ever laid a hand on me, in a
sexual manner, since I was 20, and I got loaded, and let a friend suck
me off. I'm not saying that I have never had thoughts about being with
a guy. I have. It's just that when I've jerked off thinking about
another guy, the guy would never have a face, and pretty much was just
a body. No fucking had ever entered my mind, on the receiving part
that is, but I have seen a few guys that I imagined what it would be
like to fuck, I don't think that there is a straight guy alive, who
hasn't seen some guy that he wondered what it would be like to end up
in the sack with him, fucking him in the ass, or taking his mouth.

	Mike came over and sat on the bed and handed me a Marlboro. I
was shaking when I lit up, and Mike noticed it too. He gripped my
thigh and gave it a firm squeeze.

	"It's cool man, I just figured you might be interested. I know
I like what I see. Jerry said that you might be worth a shot. It's a
shame though, you've got the hottest fucking face and body that I've
seen in too long." I was still shaking when Mike stood up. "Jerry said
what?" I asked, noticing that he had returned to stroking his
crotch."Where is he is? He's still in the shower, right?" I stood up
to look out to the front of the trailer, expecting to see Jerry
standing there, watching this shit, laughing about the set up. I stood
up too quick and started to black out. Mike stepped in in time for me
to go down on one knee, and he grabbed me to steady me. My head
swiveled around a few times, and I got my bearings. Mike had us pelvis
to pelvis, and was grinding his crotch into mine, pulling on my waist.
I froze. It seemed like minutes, and may have been, and the entire
time that he ground our dicks together, he stared me straight in the
eyes. There was a definite smile that appeared, and then his breathing
picked up. He pulled away from me and grabbed at my dick...

	"Jesus Christ Chris!!! You're as hard as I am!" Mike grabbed
my hand and shoved it into his crotch. He rubbed the back of my hand
up and down his shaft, bending at the knees and still breathing hard.
He turned my hand around so that my fingertips were rubbing his dick
through the straining cloth. As he started to moan in the bottom of
his throat, I realized that he no longer had control over my hand, and
that I was actually fisting this guy! I stopped what I was doing and
pulled away from Mike. "Come on Mike, stop. I'm fucked up and I think
you are too."

	"Hey, look Chris," he said, "I am more than a little high, and
I know you are, but... you want me to leave?"

	"Yeah, no, hey, I mean... Shit man, what the fuck are you
doing? Jerry could have walked back in here at any minute, and trust
me, that probably wouldn't be good. Does Ty know about you? I mean,
does he know that you're into guys?"

	Mike laughed and said, "Men, I can get into men. Yeah, sure,
He knows I'm into men, and women. And as far as Jerry walking in with
my hands all over you, I don't think that that is going to happen. You
see, Jerry knows about both of us. When you were `power napping' in
the hammock, Jerry asked us where all the women were at, and Ty spoke
out of the side of his face, and let Jerry know that we swung both
ways. Jerry said that it was cool with him, he didn't give a fuck, and
that he didn't think you would either. Ty started seducing the fucker
on the spot, and when Jerry said that he was going for a shower, Ty
asked if he wanted some company, jokingly, I thought, but when Jerry
said sure, and I think he even winked at Ty but it was dark so I ain't
sure, Ty told him that he'd meet him down there. I asked about you,
you know laying there in the hammock, getting ate by the mosquitos,
and Jerry said that you might go for it, worth a shot, and then he
helped me get you into the trailer. Trust me Chris, I'll leave you the
fuck alone if you want me to, but if you're worried about Jerry, I'd
say that right about now, Ty has Jerry's dick more than halfway down
his throat."

	I was floored. I knew that Jerry was horny, Christ, so was I,
but enough to let a guy go down on me? I had always heard that guys
gave the best blowjobs, and it kind of made sense too, although I've
known a few women who loved to swing on the end of a rod for hours at
a time. I still couldn't believe that this guy was coming on to me
like he was, and I had pretty much let him. I didn't think that I had
encouraged him in anyway. What the fuck was I gonna do? I decided to
check on Jerry, I could use the fresh air anyway. I headed for the
door and told Mike that I'd be back in a second. He said he'd walk
over with me, and we stepped outside. It had started to pour pretty
steady, and I had second thoughts for a minute. Fuck it I said to
myself, and took off at a fast pace towards the showers. Mike caught
up with me and grabbed me by the elbow.

	"I'm sure that they are not down there, still, come on, let's
check my trailer first." We were already soaked, so the further jog
didn't really matter, but as my head continued to clear. I realized
that a good twenty minutes had probably passed by now. I stopped and
nodded, and we headed for his trailer. As we approached, Mike motioned
for me to come around the back. I didn't know the reason until I
turned the corner, and saw him looking in one of the rear windows.
When I looked in the window, I saw Jerry on his back, wearing a
jockstrap, and Ty had his face stuffed in Jerry's crotch, licking the
massive bulge there through the cloth. Jerry's head was thrown back,
obviously enjoying it, holding Ty's head in his hands, forcing the
guys mouth all over the straining pouch. I had never really noticed
Jerry's body before, I knew he had a handsome face, but I had never
seen him this bare before, (well I know I have, but not in a sexual
sense.) He had a great body. Definitely cut, but not buff. Most guys
that were built like Jerry had dark even tans, a benefit of showing
off their bodies, I know I'm like that, even more so now, but Jerry
was white, except for his lower arms. I remember that it struck me ass
odd that he wasn't tan like most guys.

	"Look at that shit ! Jerry has him wearing my jock, he loves
those fucking things, even if they ain't stuffed with a dick," Mike
whispered in my ear. I had forgot he was there for a second, and now
I could feel him rubbing his crotch into my hip. I tried to stay
focused on the scene in the trailer, but it was becoming more and more
difficult. I was actually getting a major hardon watching my buddy
getting his crotch covered with another man's saliva. I've been in
more than a few of the 25 cent video booths in sex shops, and I'll
admit, I've stopped at a couple of queer flicks while I was scanning
the selections, but watching this shit live was incredible. The
driving rain had cleared my head enough to know that I wanted out of
these wet clothes and in there in the trailer, with Jerry, getting
head from Mike while I watched Ty work Jerry over. Not wanting to give
myself a chance to back out, I turned around and faced Mike, who had
been watching my face intently as I looked through the window, and
cupped his crotch in my hand. Mike shot his pelvis into my hand and
let out a low growl, and smiled. "Do you want to go in and join them
guys? Or head back to your trailer?" he asked me.

	I told him that I wanted to go in his trailer and flip Jerry
out. Mike said that chances were, Ty would be the one to flip out, as
he had bet Mike 20 bucks that I would turn him down flat. My eyes had
returned to the window, and I watched as Jerry's hand left Ty's head,
and dropped to Ty's zipper. My hand increased the pressure on Mike's
bulge as I saw my buddy pull Ty's hard cock out of his jeans and start
to stroke him off. "Fuck this then," I heard Mike say to me, "let's
get in there and out of these clothes."

	I really don't think that I was too nervous as we opened the
door, but Jerry did jump like a fucking toad. He reached for one of
the cushions, and covered up his crotch. Ty had stood completely up
and was trying to jam his swollen cock back into his jeans, all the
while scanning my face, and then Jerry's, for a reaction. Mike had
steeped up into the trailer behind me, and as he saw the look on both
of their faces, he reached around my waist and stroked the the massive
bulge in my now soaked jeans. I looked at Jerry and gave him a wink.
He smiled back at me and said, "So you're cool with this huh? It's
just that I get so fucking horny sometimes... "

	"Yeah, Jerry, I'm cool with it, and Ty? I think you owe Mike
20 bucks," I said, as I started to unzip my wet jeans and pull them
off. Jerry and Ty watched me as I drunkenly tried to undress. Mike
moved in behind me and pushed me towards the bed that Jerry was half
stretched out on. I took a seat, sort of, as Mike dropped to his knees
in front of me, and began to pull the jeans down my legs. Ty had
reappeared next to Mike holding two towels. Jerry was laughing as he
sat up and leaned towards me, and began to help me pull the drenched
t-shirt over my head. I now had two guys with their hands all over me,
with Ty standing there with his dick sticking out of his jeans. I felt
my left nipple being pinched, and without looking, I knew that it was
Jerry. Our eyes met and he said, "Jesus, your tits are fucking hard!"
Again, without looking, I knew what he was talking about. When I'm
turned on, even a little bit, my nipples get hard, really hard. All
the guys in my family are like that. All we had to do was to check out
each other's chest, and we knew that our brother, or the old man, was
having `dirty thoughts.' Mom hates it, or says she does , but all of
us guys in the family still think it's great. The old man told us all
along time ago that we would find women that would go nuts over them,
but until now, nobody had ever paid my tits any attention, my chest,
yeah, but now I had the lead man of my crew, as well as probably my
best friend to boot, working my nipple over better than I could
myself.

	"That ain't all that's hard either Jerry," said Ty, "his dick
is hard as a fucking rock, ain't it Mike?" I felt an extremely hard
grip on my cock, a little too hard to be comfortable, really, and
looking down expecting to see Mike's hand about to pull my dick off, I
see that Jerry found a use for his other hand. As he frigged my cock
through my wet briefs, his other hand continued to pull and pinch my
tit. I watched his face as he would look from one of his hands to the
other, and then up to my face. As soon as our eyes met, Jerry looked
back down to his hand stroking the bulge in my underwear, and then
after looking me up and down a few times, he looked at me and said,
"Look Chris, If your gonna regret this shit in the morning, go to bed.
Otherwise, why don't you and Mike lay back and enjoy the show, I think
Ty was in the middle of something when you guys crashed `our' party.
Right Ty?" Jerry was reaching over and fingering the precum on the
head of Ty's cock, grinding his own leaking dick against my thigh.
"Let's do it man," he said, "but I think Chris really needs to lose
those wet shorts," and, as he turned to look at Mike, we all looked at
Mike.	 There he stood, half drying his naked body, and half
jerking off, watching us. Ty had begun to pull my briefs off, when I
heard Jerry kind of mutter, "Goddamn!" I looked back at Jerry, and saw
that he was watching Mike feel himself up. Ty had managed to get me
bare assed, and was now trying to dry my body off with a towel. As
much as I enjoyed the tit play that Jerry had given me, I knew that I
wanted to give him and Ty as much room as they needed. I gave Jerry a
quick wink and told Ty thanks for helping me out of the wet clothes.
"My pleasure guy, trust me, my pleasure... and Mike, by the way,
seeing as how I helped get him naked, what say I only owe you ten,
deal?"

	"Yep, yep, yep, whatever you say man, but right now, I suggest
you finish what you started," Mike said, as he nodded to Jerry laying
behind me. I started to crawl off of the bed, when Mike told me to
hold on a second. Turning to look at Ty, he said, "Why don't you two
go up front, on the pull out, Chris will get a better view, if that's
what he wants to do." Mike looked at me as if he wanted a response, so
I asked him if we could all fit up front, or all fit out back.

	"Now you're talking fellas," said Jerry, "I think I'd like to
watch you two, too. I'll pay you 20 bucks, Mike, just to get him off.
God knows the fucking guy needs it. Don't you pony?" he asked me as he
reached around and started to fist my cock. Ty reached down and
grabbed Jerry's wrist, helping him stroke my dick.

	"So, Chris, you want to watch me and your buddy, huh?" said
Ty. "Yeah," I mumbled. I looked down at Jerry's hand wrapped around my
dick. It was too late to back out now. Precum was oozing from my
dickhead, and Ty was helping Jerry coat my dick with it. Mike had slid
onto the bed to join us, slipping in behind me, wedging himself into
the corner. As Jerry's hand was starting to really get to me, Mike
reached around me and started to play with my tits. My breathing had
increased a lot, and they all noticed it. Mike pulled me into the
corner with him, and Jerry reluctantly released my dick. I watched Ty
as he stood up and rolled Jerry onto his back. We all watched as Ty
peeled of his jeans, and knelt down to pull the jock that Jerry was
still half wearing. As Mike continued to tweak my nipples, Ty lowered
his head into Jerry's crotch and began to lick the tip of his dick.

	Jerry's eyes were closed and I could see his hips trying to
raise off of the bed to drive his dick into Ty's mouth. Ty would pull
back, only allowing the head of Jerry's dick to enter his mouth. One
of Mike's hands had left my tits, and was now rubbing my lower abdomen
and playing in my pubic hairs. I wanted him to wrap his hand around my
dick and jerk me off, but it seemed that he was content on just
feeling me up while we watched Ty tease Jerry's dick. Jerry had
started to thrash around on the bed by this time, begging Ty "to
swallow his fucking rod!" In one movement, Ty opened his mouth and
sunk his mouth down onto Jerry's rod to the base. Jerry moaned and
shot his hips forward. Ty started to gag, and I watched in amazement
at what I first thought was cum, but realized it was spit, start to
foam from Ty's mouth. "Goddamn, Jerry, take it easy man, you're gonna
choke me guy?"

	"Sorry `bout that dude, it's just that your mouth feels so good
on my fucking dick, damn man, please don't stop." I heard Mike start
to chuckle behind me. "Yeah, Ty, don't stop, I've never seen a dick
yet that you couldn't swallow." Having said that, Mike moved his face
to me ear and whispered, "Just watch him, Chris, if he takes his time,
he can take the entire thing, and I mean THE ENTIRE THING, down his
throat, and still manage to breathe. Watch him."

	As I saw Ty slide his mouth over my buddy's dick, I found
myself watching Jerry's face, more than his dick sliding in and out of
Ty's mouth. Jerry had closed his eyes again, and had begun to moan. I
could only imagine what he was feeling at that moment. Ty was giving
him the sloppiest blow job that I had ever seen, and by that, I mean
lot's of spit, not bad technique. Jerry's dick hair was covered with
spit, and although I couldn't see, I knew that some of it must have
made its way down to his balls and even into his ass crack. Mike was
still pinching my left tit with one hand, while his other was still
running through my own pubic hair. I couldn't believe that I was in
bed with three other nude guys, one of them being my best friend, and
that I was into it. Granted, I've had the same fantasies as every
other man has had, some even involving other men, (I don't care how
`straight' you are, your mind is going to drift to another guy
sometimes), but I was still freaked out that Jerry and I were `doing'
it in front of each other. And the fact that Jerry had already fisted
my dick had me on edge even more. Mike had repositioned himself so
that my back was pressed against his chest, and his knees were under
my armpits. I could feel his hard dick leaking cum onto my back as he
continued to feel me up and down.

	Without really realizing what I was doing, I found myself
rubbing his lower legs, actually enjoying the feeling of his hairy
skin. Mike again leaned into my ear and asked me if I liked what I was
watching. I didn't respond, but continued to watch my friend get
blown. Mike stuck his left leg out straight, and started to run his
foot over Jerry's heaving chest. Jerry opened his eyes to see where
the extra stimulation was coming from, and our eyes locked. There
wasn't anything in his eyes, that I could tell, other than pure,
fucking lust. His eyes had dropped to Mike's hand on my crotch, and
then back up to meet my eyes again. For a split second, I felt
embarrassed, until he reached out and started to stroke my rod. Mike
then reached down with both hands and grabbed my knees, pulling them
up inside of his, all the while watching Jerry check my body out. In
the position that I was now in, I felt extremely vulnerable. Mike was
pressing my knees outward now, exposing my asshole for d Jerry to
view. I looked down and saw that my cock had again started to leak
jizz onto my stomach.

	"Jesus, Ty," Jerry said, pulling Ty's head off of his prick,
"Look at that." Ty raised his head off of Jerry's prick and looked at
Mike and I. Mike switched the position of his hands from over to
under, and was now pulling the cheeks of my ass apart."Oh fuck man,
that looks good Chris, Jesus, you want to get rimmed?" Ty asked me.

	Call me naive, but I thought he was asking me if I wanted him
to lick the "rim" of my dickhead. I needed to have my dick sucked in
the worse kind of way.

	When I said yeah, I wasn't expecting to see Jerry slip his
finger into his mouth, and then after covering it with a copious
amount of spit, proceed to run it over and around my asshole. I jumped
at first, and told Jerry and Ty that there was no way in hell that I
was gonna get fucked, sorry. All three of them laughed as Mike
explained to me that Ty wanted to tongue my `hole.' Jerry was still
feeling my ass over, re-wetting his thumb now, to swab my asshole.
When I finally realized what Ty meant, the thought alone made my dick
vibrate. No dicks allowed, but I wanted to feel a tongue on my
asshole, that was a given. This was turning into straight up `raunchy
sex,' and between the grunts, groans, moans, and even the smell, I
wanted to do it. Ty told me to slide down the bed a little, and with
a little help from Jerry and Mike, I found myself on my back with
my knees nearly touching my chest. Mike has slipped off of the
bed and Jerry had slid himself up between me and the wall. Jerry held
one of my legs up and Mike held the other. Without any more warning,
Mike said,"Go for it Ty." And that's exactly what he did. I felt his
breath first, and then immediately after that, I felt his tongue slide
over my asshole. As a kid, I remember fingering myself, but nothing
had been inside my asshole for many years, and now Ty was trying to
drive his tongue inside me. I thought he wanted to just lick my hole,
but it was obvious that he wanted to tongue fuck me! I could tell that
he flattened his tongue out, and was now just licking me like crazy.
Ty had both hands spreading my cheeks apart, and although the tongue
action felt incredible, i.e. raunchy, I was more comfortable when
Jerry spread my ass for Ty, he wasn't stretching me like he was gonna
tear me apart. I looked down and saw that while Ty was eating my ass
out (man, I still remember that sight), I saw that he had begun to
beat off. Mike was still standing up, with one hand holding down my
knee, he was fingering his dick with the other. He wasn't stroking it
like he was jerking off, but was just running his fingertips up and
down along the shaft. He saw me watching him, and he gave me a quick
wink and smiled and asked, "You like that man? He's got a great
tongue, huh?"

	"Incredible, infuckingcredible!" I said.

	"Jesus Chris, you're a fucking hot guy, you know that?"

	"No, he doesn't know it. I mean really, I honestly don't think
he knows how good he looks. Do you Chris?" Jerry asked me. I don't
know why, but I was getting embarrassed. I mean, here I am, flat on my
back with my best friend spreading the cheeks of my ass so another man
could `rim' me, and I was getting embarrassed over compliments It was
just weird to hear my buddy talking about me, and to me, like that.

	Ty had begun to moan and growl as he ate my ass out, and at
first, I thought it was because he enjoyed what he was doing so much,
(and it was obvious that he did), but as he removed his face from my
ass, I looked down and saw him get up fully onto his knees, and with a
few more strokes, he aimed his dick at my ass, and begun to shoot his
load all over my asscheeks and even onto my asshole. I watched him do
it, and I think that that is what turned me on. I looked up at these
three guys, all of `em jerking off onto me now, and although I was
still freaked out a little, I was totally into it. It's been a while
since I've totally lost myself in the heat of sex, and I had missed
it. My most memorable experiences were when the gal and I were so into
the fucking, that everything else around us just disappeared, that's
an incredible experience, and everyone should experience it at least
once, but, I guess because of the total rawness of this scene, just a
bunch of men wanting and needing to get off, I felt like a virgin
getting laid for the first time.

	Ty slipped back onto his haunches, still stroking his
softening prick, as he looked at me and shook his head. "You taste
good man, real good."

	I started to put my legs back down, when Jerry stopped me and
told me to wait. I looked at Ty, kind of wanting to know if he would
continue with the blowjob, when Jerry put his hands back on my ass and
stuck his face into slimy ass crack. I couldn't believe that he was
doing this! He was using his mouth, and moustache, to clean me up. Ty
was still resting in front of me, working on another hardon, watching
Jerry clean me. I felt a hand on my tit, and looked up to see Mike
standing over me, no longer fingering his cock, but stroking it like a
15 year old. He looked me in the eye, smiled, and then gave me a wink.
By now, Jerry I guessed, had just about finished tonguing me off.

	"Oh man Jerry, suck me off man, please!" As soon as I said
it, I thought,"what the fuck am I doing, asking my best friend to suck
me off?" I know that that probably sounds weird, Christ, after all, he
was cleaning another's mans load off of my ass, and my asshole too,
but just the thought of asking him to do it was more than strange, I
wanted him to do it, I wanted him to be the one to get me off.

	Jerry gripped my cock in a death grip, and after studying my
rod for a few seconds, he started to blow me. I looked down at my best
friend, and he had my dick in his mouth!!!! That sight alone made my
load start. I felt something hot and smooth on my right shoulder, and
turning my head to look, I found Mike's dick staring me in the face.
I'd like to say I hesitated, but I didn't. I grabbed his sack and
pulled his cock to my mouth. As his meat entered my mouth, he let out
a loud groan. Without taking his dick from my mouth, I looked down to
see Ty still jerking off watching us, and then I saw Jerry looking at
me with my cock still down his throat. He pulled off of my dick for a
second, and said, "Do it Chris, do it, " and then returned to my dick,
still watching me.

	I knew what he meant, and as I shot off in in his mouth, I
could feel his jaws tighten around my rod, and he actually started to
`suck' the rest of my seed into his throat. His jaws, I remember, felt
like a hot, moist, strong grip. He had begun to snort and gag, but he
was still trying to take more of my softening dick into his throat. I
felt Mike's dickhead swell against my tongue and heard him moan. He
literally pushed my mouth off of the end of his cock. He grabbed me by
the elbow, and after lifting my arm over my head, he shoved his dick
into my armpit and shot his nut. I felt some of his cum hit me on the
side of my face, and I turned my head. I was looking directly at
Jerry. He looked at me, and then after looking up at Mike, he leaned
into my neck and said, "I'm gonna take Ty back to your trailer, ok? I
think Mike needs to get some sleep, right guy?" I looked at Mike and
realized that his dick was probably still half hard, and that he was
sliding it through the load that he had spent onto my armpit and neck.

	"Yeah, sleep, that's what I need," Mike said, as he ran his
fingers through his cum. My orgasm had drained me, and I had started
to feel a little self conscious. I started to grab a cushion to pull
over myself, and after pausing for a second to decide if that would be
a `mature' decision, decided that it didn't matter if I looked like a
kid, and grabbed the cushion anyway. I felt Ty grab my ankle, and then
slide his hand up the inside of my leg and under the cushion. He
laughed at my embarrassment(?), and looked at Jerry and said, "Yeah,
that's an idea, but are we gonna streak or what? I ain't getting
dressed just to get soaked, and then have to pull the shit right back
off again, let's go Jer', grab your clothes and let's hit it."

	I was really starting to feel uncomfortable. I know it's
probably cheap to say, but after getting off, I was, I guess, starting
to feel embarrassed. Maybe embarrassed is the wrong word, but with
all of them somewhat turned my head to the wall. I could here Ty
pulling what I guessed to be a suitcase or something from under the
bed, and after hearing the zipper open and close, he told Jerry that
he was ready. As the door opened, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and
then Jerry leaned over my body and put his face to mine.

	"You're ok, right Chris? You alright?" I managed a laugh, and
said that I was fine. I felt his hand move from my hip, down to cup my
ass.

	"You are that man."

	"Are what?" I asked him.

	"Fine, Chris," he said while stroking my ass, "You are fine,
and you don't even know it. But Mike does, don't you Pony? "See you
guys later," Mike said, and after hearing Ty say `slut' to someone, I
heard the door close. I could tell that Mike was beginning to turn off
the wall lamps in the front of the trailer. I wanted to get the hell
out of there. I couldn't believe what I had just been through. The
downright nastiness of it all was incredibly exciting, goddamn it felt
great when they all had their hands on my body, but now it was just
Mike and I, and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't uncomfortable. As
I looked back at Mike making his way down the short hallway, I noticed
that his cock was half hard. And then it hit me. I swear, I had
forgotten, but now it came back to me, and all at once. I had let him
stick his dick in my mouth! And I had wanted it! I actually sucked
another man off, and I got into it! I could feel my face start to
burn, and I guess Mike could tell, because he let out a small chuckle
and then after reaching over me, (rubbing his dick along my back and
then legs) and turning off the wall lamps, I could tell that he had
sat down on the floor.

	"Want to talk Chris?" he asked me.

	"Little late for that, ain't it?" I said, rolling over onto my
back, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness.

	"Not at all, man. We don't have to talk about it if you don't
want to, but it's just that I remember my first time, and I wish I
would have talked about it. It's ok now, but it would have made it
easier."

	"You mean this wasn't your first time?"I quipped, wanting (and
needing) to lighten the mood. He laughed again and said,"No, I can't
say that it was, and I don't think that it was Jerry's either, and Ty,
well... let's just say he knows the ropes." Hearing Jerry's name, I
thought of what he had done, I couldn't say that it was his first or
not. He had made the comment about me being freaked out in the
morning, he had stroked me and then swallowed my load, but what did
that prove? I had let Mike shove (scratch that, I pulled it to my
mouth) his rod in my mouth, and this had been MY first time. Mike
asked if I was ready for a beer, and surprising myself, I said that I
was. As he got to the fridge, I turned to look at him. The light from
the open door was more than enough to tell that he was fully hard. I
couldn't help but admire him. His body, but also his attitude. This
guy was not in the least bit embarrassed by what had just happened,
and I think he may have even become more cocky. I wondered to myself
about the number of times that he had been with other men, and I
realized that my cock was starting to respond. Mike returned to the
rear room and handed me a beer. He was close enough that I could
actually smell him in the darkness. I wasn't sure if he was waiting
for me to slide over and let him join me, and I wasn't sure that I
wanted him to, or didn't.

	"So how old were you, the first time?" I asked him. I saw some
movement, and then realized that he had sat back down on the floor.

	"With another man, or you mean as a kid?"

	I felt my face begin to redden and I silently thanked the
darkness. "With another guy, as an adult." I could hear Mike open
his beer and take a long swallow. "You sure you want to hear it?"

	"Why, is it gonna shock me? Even after tonight?" I asked.

	"Probably, Ty kinda flipped out when I told him, and that is
one open minded mother fucker there."

	"Try me, after tonight, I'd like to think that I was too."

	"O.k then."he said, and waited while I opened my beer and took
a long pull, and then rolled over onto my side and placed the half
empty can on the floor and faced Mike in the darkness. I couldn't
really see him, and after feeling around on the bed, I found his
pillow and handed it to him. I could hear Mike rearranging himself. He
fell silent and motionless for a moment and then got back up to grab
his smokes and an ashtray from the galley. He returned to his sitting
position and lit a cigarette, handing it to me and trying to show me
where on the floor he was putting the ashtray, I watched as he lit a
smoke for himself, and I caught myself trying to catch a glimpse of
the state of his dick. From the way he was sitting, I couldn't see his
crotch, and I felt somewhat ashamed of myself for trying to cop a
look. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was actually getting turned
on by this guy in the dark! I tried to change my thoughts, but I only
had two, Mike sitting there naked on the floor beside me, or what Ty
and Jerry were up to back at my trailer. It did more harm than good,
and again I thanked the darkness.

	"Well, first let me start out by telling you that what I'm
about to say would upset most people, BUT, I was 19 at the time, and
it was consensual. You asked so here it is, but trust me, I don't
need any judgments from you, or anyone else. I've worked through all
of this a long time ago and I'm happier now than I've ever been."

	"It was a week after my nineteenth birthday, a kind of belated
gift from my Uncle Jacob, my dad's older brother. Jay had called the
house and asked me to come out and spend the weekend on his houseboat
with whoever I wanted to bring. He said that it was stocked full of
groceries, and the bar was full as long as we weren't driving the boat
while we were drinking. At first he made it sound like he was gonna be
there, but I guess he heard something in my voice and told me that I
had the place to myself the entire weekend, although he said that he'd
come down and check on us `maybe.' Well, what the fuck? huh Chris? I
mean sounded like a plan right?"

	"Nice gift, yeah, I'd say, so I take it you took your uncle up
on it right?" I asked him.

	"Yeah, I called him on Thursday and told him that me and
Rodney would meet him down to the marina the next day at 6:00 in the
evening. I remember that Uncle Jay kinda paused for a minute and said
`Rodney's a strange name for a girl ain't it? I figured that you'd be
taken'a Rhonda or something like that.' So I tell him that Rodney's a
good friend leavin for the service in two weeks, and that we figured
we'd `roll it' one more time before he split. Actually, man," he says
to me, as though he's just had a revelation, "I think I just told him
about my uncle's offer, and he invited himself. I was with a girl,
Karen, then, and I remember she hated the guy, really despised the
time that we spent together, ya' know what I mean Chris?"

	I grunted my understanding, and reached for my beer can. My
eyes had grown accustomed to the near darkness, enough to see that
Mike had himself propped up on the pillow, his back pressed into the
corner, with his legs spread wide open. I could barely make out the
movement of his arm (or arms) working his hands into his crotch. I
finished my beer off and realized that my mouth was still dry. I had
actually started to sober up somewhat, and the last beer had started
my buzz all over again. "Yeah I know what you mean," I said. And I did
know what he meant. I swung my legs over the bed, and after stepping
on Mike a few times, I finally managed to get to my feet. I had to
reach out to the wall above Mike's head to steady myself, and as a
result, my semi hard dick was hanging just a few inches away from his
face(mouth?) I heard him inhale deeply, and waited for him to take my
dick into his mouth.

	Instead of sucking me off, he reached up and started to feel
my thighs and ass. I wanted to hump his mouth right there in the dark,
with him on the floor, but his hands were controlling my hips.

	"Where you going Chris?"

	"Gotta take a piss, and grab us another beer, you ready?" I
asked him, running my hand along his jawline.

	"Yeah, just bring back a six, I don't think it's gonna get
warm the way you're swilling, anyway. Hang it out the door and piss,
rain'll wash it away."

	I made my way to the fridge, and after pausing for a second,
realized that the bladder situation was more crucial. As I stood in
the doorway trying to take a piss through a still half hard cock, I
noticed that I could see the rear half of my trailer from this spot.
The lights were off there too, but I didn't think that they were
sleeping. I managed to empty half my bladder before my dick became
fully erect. I heard Mike asking me if I had fallen out. Naw, I
thought to myself, just standing here trying to picture Jerry and Ty
over there, and what they were doing. I closed the door and returned
to the fridge. I don't know why I did it, (we'll, yeah, I guess I do
know Why I did it, I just can't believe that I Did do it) but I opened
the fridge door, and stepped back, showing my hardon to Mike if he
wanted to see it. The glare from the open door was too much for me to
be able to see into the back of the camper, but I knew he was
watching, and my dick got harder. I grabbed a six pack, and after
finding a couple of not drenched cigarettes in my pocket, I turned to
walk back to the rear room. I immediately saw a glowing cigarette
head, and first thought that it was someone looking in the window,
before realizing that Mike had made his way up onto the bed. Upon
entering the room, and giving myself time to get used to the darkness,
I realized that Mike was sitting at the foot of the bed facing the
headboard. After nearly spilling the ashtray that he had moved onto
the bed, and a few rubs of our legs, we were both now sitting on the
bed, but not being able to see each other.

	"Thanks for the beer Chris," he said, feeling along my leg
until he found the six pack. After pulling one off of the ring for
each of us, and opening both, he went to hand me the beer, but instead
shoved it into my chest. The coldness took my breath away and Mike
apologized. I regained control of the beer can, and Mike and I
adjusted ourselves on the bed to where we were both laying diagonally
over the bed with the ashtray on my side.

	"So anyway, Rodney and I stayed on the boat that weekend, and
shit happened. One thing led to another, and blah... blah... blah...
Sunday morning rolls around and were both in bed, together, taking
care of morning hard ons so to speak, when my uncle comes walking into
the stateroom. Damn I remember it like yesterday! We were both scared
shitless, and embarrassed. We lay there naked, and I'm expecting my
ass to get beat, and Rodney's thrown overboard. And this is no shit
Chris, this was my first time with another guy, but I loved it. As far
as I'm concerned, there's a place to make love, and that place is with
a woman, but for sex, just having sex to have sex, well... I can get
off better with a man. Anyway, I decided that I would kill myself as
soon as he was done beating my ass and disposing of Rodney's body. I
remember him glaring at us, what I thought was glaring, anyway, and
then saw him start to grope his crotch. He told us to sit tight, and
that he'd be back in a minute. As soon as he left, we both pulled our
clothes on, the whole time Rodney's saying `oh shit', `oh shit', `oh
shit'. I was freaking out myself, Chris. I mean, one of the reasons
that I think we started fucking around with each other the next
morning was because we didn't know what ELSE to do. It probably
doesn't make sense to you, but at the time, I was feeling like you do
now, probably."

	I felt Mike reach over and run his hand over my hipbone, an
extremely erogenous zone on my body. My dick was hard, and I wanted
him to grab it. He played in my dick hairs for a time, sometimes
coming close to touching my dick, but he never would. I reached down
to his leg to bring his calf to my dick, but only after a few short
humps of my hips, he sat up and asked me to slide over. Remembering
the ashtray, I slid so as allow him access to his own bed. He handed
me the ashtray, and after a final toke, and relocating my beer, I made
myself comfortable in the back of the trailer, stubbed my butt in the
ashtray and pulled he remaining four beers onto my chest.

	"So we're back there in the back of the boat, got our clothes
on and all, when we hear the engines start up. We just looked at each
other, Christ, were we scared! We were definitely moving in reverse
when I heard the boat's whistle give the `leaving port' signal. It was
crazy Chris, we sat back there shaking for like 45 minutes. Seems
stupid now, but at the time... "

	I was recalling what Mike had told me when he started, and
although I can't say that I knew it then, for certain, but I expected
him to tell me about some ass kicking rape scene that his uncle laid
on him and his friend... I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear the rest
of it, and maybe Mike could tell, because he began to rub my chest and
tell me that it wasn't anything really freaky that happened to him,
but `just opened his eyes a lot.'

	"I guess we had been out into the channel for about twenty
minutes or so, when he killed both engines. I remember Rodney staring
at me as if to say get me out of here, and all I could do was look at
him. I'm not lying Chris when I say that I was scared, scared shitless
actually. I heard the bow anchor drop, and Rodney jumped off of the
bed. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, but I remember I
jumped off of the bed and stood in front of the doorway. It's funny
now that I think about it, who the fuck was I gonna protect? So it
does take him a minute to come below, and when he does open the door,
he's standing there with just his underwear on, and a major, I mean
MAJOR, fucking hardon.

	I'll finish as soon as I can. Let me know what you think; you
respond, I will.