The Bug

The last chapter of this series was published on January 13, and you may need to go back just to catch up. When I started I thought it could be a, long, lone, one-off; Chapter 15 shows I failed. RJC.

“One good turn deserves another, Addam.”

“No guys. I’m good, honest.” I told them standing cuming eye to eye.

“If you don’t get off you’ll be worthless all day and we don’t know what to do.” Brice said to me and looking up at Chance.

“I came in my pants! Happy now?” I snapped back embarrassed that sucking their cocks, swallowing cum, made me cum.

“You came from sucking us?” They both asked.

“Yes. I fuckin came. I mean with Mr. longhorn down my throat and then the cream you laid on my tongue with your cannon; what do you guys expect?”

“Now that’s fuckin hot right there. I mean cuming from sucking us; you’re our bitch.” And Brice laughed.

In a blink I had a pair of Kimber’s aimed at their balls, eyes and steel telling them ‘I was no one’s bitch’. “Care to rephrase that?” I asked holstering my weapon’s. “Now pull your fucking pants up.”

The two of them were everything I could have ever wanted in totally different ways. Chancellor was taller than everybody, a long, slender, cock, and he could suck himself. Then Brice, my stoner beef cake friend. He was so… fuckin strong. I felt bad for him and the shame of his thick shaft, huge cock head, and failing to grow beyond five inches.

“Work to do guys. Stealth mode.” And we made our way back to the cabin.

We have all heard the expression, ‘root cellar’. My uncle had one. I brushed the dirt and leaves away having to pull hard opening it up the heavy door. He had canned everything. Meats, every vegetable and fruit under the sun, and things you wouldn’t think of. Pickles, asparagus, everything you could can. And Nuts; even hard boiled eggs in a jar.

I mean it was literally a root cellar. Dirt, roots from the tree that grew at its base, and I loaded backpacks. We did three trips and then loaded shit that would make us a small army. Brice probably packed three hundred pounds each trip.

When the day finally came to an end we all showered in the water that ran down through the mountain and along the rock ladder we used to reach the Lair. We stacked up sleeping bags to make a nice bed about six inches thick, and we all got comfortable for the night; all of us too tired to eat.

Chancellor just took the middle and Brice and I curled up on his chest saying sweet dreams. I mean Brice and Chancellor probably dreamt about fucking each other again, I was restless thinking about how this could all end.

After breakfast from a can we made the last trek to the cabin. I scouted from the third level of the lair and didn’t see anything so we headed back. “This is A-One to Base. A-One to base; Copy?”

“Copy, A-One. Go ahead.” My Dad said back to me.

“The roots are in the Lair.”

“Copy That. And?” He asked.

“We have Dwindled down half. I think we’re good.” And I looked at the guys who were nodding back.

“Invisible, is what you are. DNE. If you do it will only be minutes before you are DOA.”

“Copy that. Dad?”

“Remember what I told you about the basement?”

“Yes. You really want me to do that?”

“Yes. It may act as a warning.”

“Copy that. A-one; over and out.”

“We’re gonna fuckin die, aren’t we?” They asked at the same time thinking their whole life was behind them.

We were all eighteen and thinking about walking into death protecting ourselves. I saw us as Rambo’s. We had done nothing and now we might die.

“Shut up. We’re all gonna die someday; but not today.” and I loaded the radio in Chance’s backpack and another three hundred pounds on my strong friend’s back. I scanned as we made our way through the trails.

We would bath in the lake tonight then be held hostage in the Lair until who knows? So the Lair wasn’t the cave we came in, at the back water rained down a tight shaft, and three meters up a rock face, you were in another cave. This was the Lair. But if you climbed another fifteen feet you came to a smaller cave with a face of long vines, and that was the out-house.

A small channel on the floor caught water and you could squat, do your business, and use clean water to wash your ass. Sounds like The Mayflower.

Through a tighter opening and another three meters up you came to the look out. We were way up hill from the lake and the cabin and I saw the guys fixing all we ruined.

Groups of three spread out; searching. For whatever reason, they were called back and never made it to the cabin. I stopped one floor down and did my business. I shared with the guys about upstairs, sit in the low spot, and wash your ass.

“I’m ready for the two of you laying down your best worship upon my magnificent cock.” And I flopped in the middle.

Looking at them side by side was kind of funny. Chancellor was more than a foot taller than Brice; hell, he had more than six inches on me. I could hardly wait.

They kneeled next to me and Chancellor took my dick in hand holding it for Brice to suck. “Like this,” Chance said going all the way down then back up.

He passed my cock over to our strong friend and waited. “I need to smoke a little before trying to do what you did.” And he went to his backpack.

He dug through his bag and pulled out some pre-rolls, counted, then pulled out a couple of jars with a pipe. “At best, these fifteen joints will last the same number of days if I don’t share. This,” He said holding up the jars, “Maybe another fifteen days.

“Jesus Christ, Brice.” I started.

“We came up here for a few days and you pack weed for a month?” I finished as he put flame to a joint taking a huge amount of blue smoke into his body.

“Nose hits.” And he put the cherry in his mouth walking towards us.

Taking C by the cheeks a steady stream of smoke went up his nostrils and sucked in his mouth. He started coughing right away. Then it was my turn. I blew out all the air in my lungs as he straddled over me, saw him smile around the blunt that had to be burning in his mouth, and he started to blow.

He made me cough as well, pulled the joint setting it on our rock floor. He kissed me with such tenderness, smiled when he pulled back, then looked at Chance. He scooted back and kissed Chancellor, letting him guide his face down to my cock and they kissed and licked their way to the base.

I was forgotten when their lips touched above my head. I watched as my dick hovered three inches away from my stomach, the two of them locked in a very gay embrace, and it just made me harder.

“Guys? Don’t mean to break all this up, but my big-fat-cock is screaming.” That got their attention.

“I can do this,” B said breaking from Chance and taking my cock in his mouth.

He must have taken notes when it came to sucking cock, he licked, stroked, choked at first but the challenge was too great for him. I could see his cock was rock hard and he reached for Chance. He stroked occasionally stopping to suck him. C was a choker and I was happy going without watching B go down on him knowing the training wouldn’t be wasted on me.

Now everything became clear; Brice wanted to suck cum from my cock as Chance filled him, and I was good with that. Brice nodded to his bag that had not been relieved of the lube yet.

Brice never stopped sucking as Chancellor moved up behind him with a glistening cock. He just lowered down into him and didn’t stop till they were skin to skin. He reached around taking the fat shaft in his hand and started stroking Brice.

From the last few days, both C and I knew Brice was an ass whore. He had taken both of us and Chancellor’s hand up his ass. It wasn’t a surprise when he pulled off me and pushed Chance from his ass.

“I can do this,” He said guiding our cocks so his balls touched mine and Brice, feeling satisfied, he straddled us.

His strong legs glistened as did his arms when lined up, “I might need a little help.” So Chance and I held our cocks together and Brice lowered down.

Neither of us moved as our strong friend worked our cocks in his ass. And work them he did. He was still in that backward crab walk position and I reached for his cock and felt his ass squeeze when I touched it; Chancellor noticed too.

From your Author:

Like I said at the start; It’s been months since the last installment so you might have to go back to January just to catch up. We’re down to the last two chapters.

Like I have always said, ‘I saw this as a distraction from what I was writing at the time; a one-off’. I have said that every time; and time after time we find ourselves at chapter 15 or 20. Sorry about that. RJC.