Voyeur

A Surprise for the Boys

Journal Entry: For the first time in our relationship as friends and not quite fuck-buddies, I had a chance to give the boys a surprise.

September saw the beginning of the Fall Semester in school, all of the routines I had come to count on changed. Despite our summer fun, the boys were, in fact, dedicated students. Both smart as whips. And, I soon found out, both were excellent athletes. Chris was on the wrestling team and his practices began in earnest by October. Brian was on the swimming team and amazingly good.

At the end of September, Beth returned from a visit to her Aunt with some sobering news. Her Aunt was going to need constant care from now on. She had promised her Aunt's daughter, Dianne, that she would help out by coming up every weekend to give her a break. She worked it out with her job and told me she would leave on Friday mornings and be back Monday nights. We spent the rest of the week together as much as possible and did some shopping for her trip.

On Friday I helped her pack, said goodbye to her and headed out for my morning run. The boys had already come by and said goodbye to Beth at their regular time and headed out for their run. It was only 7:30 by the time I headed out.

It was mid-October, and on a whim, I decided to veer off of the running/biking path and travel down one of the nearby side streets that dead-ended near the beach. I took off my shoes and placed them under some brush and jogged toward the beach.

Only a few yards away, I ran into a guy who was stretching in preparation for a beach run himself. As he bent up from a stretch he saw me and immediately I felt a little spark of mutual recognition of our “shared interest”.

“Heading for a run?” the guy said.

“Yeah, normally I stick to the running path but just decided to mix it up this morning,” I replied with a smile.

“Well, I'm glad you did," he said pointedly, "I could use some company-- if your game.” He stuck out his hand and I grabbed it. “Brad's the name,” he said, none too subtly checking me out.

“David here,” I said.

I thought, what the hell, and gave him a slow going over. He looked to be in his early thirties, shorter than me by several inches but in excellent shape. Had the body of a soccer or possibly rugby player. He had dirty blond hair cut stylishly, tanned if somewhat sunburned on his face, penetrating blue eyes, full lips, and a killer smile. He wore shorts, no shoes (had stashed them as I had) and a tank that he very nicely filled out.

Once we had completed our mutual search, our eyes met knowingly.

“So, what do you say, up for a run?”

“Sure,” I said with an appropriate level of enthusiasm.

We headed down to the beach and set a pretty good pace. For the first bit, we ran in earnest but then slowed to a more comfortable jog. We talked a bit as we jogged.

“You look like a soccer player or maybe rugby, are you on a team?” I said.

“Well, honestly, from our first meeting back there, I was thinking we might be on the same team. Am I wrong?”

I laughed freely. “Good one, Brad,” I said, “Actually, we are on the same team (admitting my truth for the first time outside my little band of cohorts) ... but it's more complicated than that. I play on two teams and the other team has my wife on it!”

“And you don't like to switch teams,” he said with understanding. “Are you gay and in the closet or bisexual?” he asked bluntly.

“You know, I am of an age where all these terms are still an uncertainty to me. All I know is that I enjoy sex with my wife but the one experience I had as a teenager with a guy was unbelievable and I have certainly continued to check out guys, in person, online, etc., my whole life. So I think of myself as bi, I guess, but have come to realize my very strong gay side.”

“Understood”

Something stirred inside me. A naughty thought. A thought that would make me the hunter returning home with the prize catch for once.

“I do, however, engage in what might be a kind of unusual practice.”

“Really?” Brad's interest peaked.

“These two hot college guys decided to include me in all their sexual exploits as an observer,” I said matter of factly. “Let me tell you I have seen more sexual activity in the last few months than I have in my entire life, and, believe me, the guys are hot!”

My hope that this would stir up something inside Brad was more than realized.

“FUCK!” Brad said. “Would you consider adding me to the party some time?”

I smiled broadly. “Why do you think I mentioned them?” I winked at Brad and smiled wolfishly.

To say that Brad was pleased hardly did justice to his “kid at Christmas” face!

Suddenly, our running project became secondary as Brad focused on getting my telephone number. We ran back to where I had first encountered him, retrieved my shoes, and continued on and toward my Condo. As he followed the running path back toward my development, I wondered. He turned in on the same path I came out on.

HOLY FUCK! He lives in our Condo! Brad stopped in front of one of the very first units on the walkway and down the alcove to his Condo.

“Talk about a small world!” I exclaimed, right behind him. “This is where my wife and I live as well as the two college guys I mentioned.”

“Your kidding!?” Brad stopped in his tracks. “Man, I just moved in here last weekend. What incredible luck!”  I winked at him.

I leaned close to his ear. “Maybe it was Karma!” I smiled and winked again.

Brad blushed, both from my ear-tickling attention and from the thought of potential future hot action.

Brad opened his Condo door and let us both in. The unit was beautifully appointed with a contemporary flair. I surveyed it quickly and noticed several homo-erotic paintings and sculptures. Man, I thought, Brad is definitely “out” and quite comfortable with it.

He grabbed his phone and asked for my number. He put it into his phone as I gave it to him and then he offered his. I put it in just under the name Brad and added the category “work” just in case.

“Let me text the boys. Since it's Friday, they might “have me on their calendar” I said, making air quotes, and smiled.

“Man, this is fucking exciting!” Brad gulped.

I texted the boys:

I have a surprise guest if we are on this weekend at all. Is it alright if I include him?  He is definitely not another “no-touch” guy!

Minutes later.

Bring him tonight! We are having Thai if that's ok with him. If not we can do pizza. How would 6:30 work? We can have the food delivered there. You and your mystery guest can let yourself in and set up for dinner if you want.

I asked Brad and he said that he loved Thai food but would eat cardboard if that was what was being served.

Perfect, I replied.

We hung out in Brad's Condo all day until it was time to go over to prep the meal.

Since we knew the rules of the road, we felt relaxed and free to just talk. Brad shared a short version of his life story. He came from a middle-class family but with amazingly open parents who, while completely caught off guard by it, had nevertheless embraced his coming out.

His older brother was also accepting. Surprisingly, it was his younger sister who took the longest to get comfortable. She teased him relentlessly-- always going to typical stereotypes that so often didn't really fit a majority of gay guys. Aspects, yes; some yes. But many didn't fit Brad.

He was a high school senior when he came out to his friends. Some, but certainly not most, of his jock friends turned away from him. Most of his nerd friends and almost all of the girls he most liked, continued to be his friend. In the end, he was both relieved and satisfied with his painfully pondered decision to come out.

As I listened to him, my thoughts returned, painfully, to Jimmy and my fear-driven callousness. Had we just had a good time fucking and sucking it might not have been so bad. But in that brief time together, we had really connected and said deep, endearing things to one another. I meant every word... until fear grabbed my heart. Once again, unbidden, tears filled my eyes.

Brad noticed immediately.

“A memory too close and painful?” he asked almost rhetorically.

“Yeah. I only had one brief but very deep encounter with a guy and then proceeded to treat him like dirt out of the sudden terror that gripped my heart the next day!”

“I understand. Of course, with every decade it's gotten a little better. But it's still a hard thing to navigate! I went through a failed marriage to a woman in my early twenties, even after coming out to my friends and parents, cause somehow I thought I was supposed to.

Brad's face suddenly turned pained. “That followed almost immediately by an incredible relationship with a guy, Mark, that I thought would last forever but was cut short by a fucking drunk driver!”

It was Brad's turn for his eyes to fill with tears but as I moved over to comfort him, he wiped his eyes and stood up abruptly, forcing a “happy smile,”

“Let me fix us some breakfast unless you've already eaten. Feel free to read or watch a movie, whatever, while I get something thrown together,” he said, trying to sound cheery. I decided to take his lead and move on.

“No, I haven't had breakfast. But don't you need to get to work or something,” I said, suddenly realizing that I had taken up all of Brad's morning thus far.

“Nope. I work from home about half that time and as long as I get my assignments done, no one cares about time clocks.”

I sat in his living room for a minute  contemplating my life and my new self.  This move with Brad represented a new level of debauchery; not just passively going along with what the boys cooked up but actively soliciting new fresh prey for my two sex-lions. And I knew for certain  that I would get off multiple  times in the process; very interactively so.  Not only that, I was pretty sure that Brad and I might find ourselves engaged in some "activities" to help pass the time before the main event!  I winced at this thought at the very moment  my dick stirred and stiffened  in my shorts.  Simultaneously both guilt and fear gripped  me.  What was I becoming and would I actually be able to spend the entire day with Brad without  violating  my increasingly absurd "no-touch" rule?

Somehow, I put these thoughts and feelings on ice.

While Brad made us breakfast, I browsed through his books and DVDs. He had a fantastic collection of porn. I selected a couple and put the first one in the DVD. Brad heard the sexy sounds emanating from the living room and came in to check on me.

He had two plates, each with a bacon-egg and cheese bagel on it as well as some grapes and half a banana.

“WOW! One of my favorites!” he said, returning to the kitchen for some coffee.

As we watched together and munched absentmindedly on our breakfast, we both got increasingly hot and bothered, our cocks tenting in our running shorts.

“Mind?” he said as he went to remove his shorts.

“I was about to suggest it,” I said laughing and pulled both my  own shorts and underwear off in one motion. Brad watched appreciatively. He followed suit immediately. His 8-inch uncut cock, already hard from our porn watching, burst gratefully from his shorts.

“ Man, you are a hot looking guy!” I enthused.

“So are you, babe,” he said immediately looking over at me as I began stroking.

We spent the next few minutes stroking while watching the video and watching each other!

“So this is ok, then?” Brad asked.

“Actually, my silly rule is that everything is ok as long as we don't touch. So I can cum on you or can even eat your cum, if you are into that, as long as we don't touch!”

“HOT! That's awesome! And I love eating cum and having someone eat mine! How about water sports?”

I laughed. I had only done that once with Jimmy and so far it had not come up in all my new experiences. I figured it would ….. some time.

“Actually,” I said, “ I think it would be ok as long as we didn't touch!”

“Fuck yeah!” Brad almost shouted. “I want you to piss on me while I jack”

He got up, strepped out his shorts,  stripped off his tank, and motioned for me to follow him into his master bath.  I stripped too as we went.  He immediately got into the enormous tub, laid down and started to stroke his beautiful cock.

His cock was hard and he already started to breathe erratically.  He was close.

“Piss on me!” Brad commanded. “Start with my stomach and move up to my mouth!” My mind immediately went back to Jimmy and that single, amazing weekend!

Fortunately, I had been holding my need to go to the bathroom for quite a while, always feeling awkward about asking to use someone else's bathroom.

I chuckled at this thought as I brought my hard cock over the side of the tub. Within a minute I let go of a hot stream of piss, running it all over his torso as he jacked.

Brad moaned as I moved up to his chest and finally to his face. Brad opened his mouth wide and I peed into it with great relish. He pushed my urine out of his mouth and I watched it cascade down his chin, neck, and chest! Suddenly, Brad announced that he was about to cum.

Unexpectedly, I shouted.

“Let me have it!!”

Brad stood up, my piss dripping from his body, some landing on me, and I quickly got down and, leaning back against the tub, let my neck rest against the rim of the tub so that my face and mouth were in position to receive his cum. Brad straddled me. A final few strokes produced a torrent of cum that landed all over my face and body, a great deal of it making it to my mouth.

Brad had a great big smile of satisfaction on his face. He stepped back into the tub and turned on the shower-head and water began immediately tumbling over his hot body.

“Why don't you clean yourself up with that sexy hand and mouth of yours while I do the same,” he purred.

I swiveled around and leaned back against one of the two towel hampers so that I could see him showering and began taking cum from my body, neck, and face and into my mouth; watching the "Brad-Show" he was putting on for me and slowly pumping my cock.

It turns out that Brad was quite a showman! He soaped up his body, running his hands over his lightly hair-covered chest, pinching his nipples, stroking his already semi-hard cock, running his hand over his armpits, then using his hands to bring them over to his face and lick them as I lay there against the hamper,  imagining that it was me licking his pits.

At one point, he produced a nice sized black, very realistic dildo- making me flash on Darius for just a second- and some lube. 

He stopped everything, diverted the water away from him, and concentrated on sensually pouring the lube over the dildo, looking at me with lusty eyes. He took another puddle of lube  into his palm and covered his hole with it, running a finger up inside himself and moaning.

Keeping his eyes on me, he turned to the side to give me the best view and drove the dildo into his ass, moving it in and out- - but with every stroke, it went deeper. He moaned louder and with obvious pleasure as he did so.

I was getting very close to losing it. I let him know that I was going to cum soon. He nodded and continued to stroke the dildo a few more times and then pulled it out. It was absolutely as pristine as it came out.  He obviously had “cleaned up” at some point.

He ordered me to stand up, I walked over close to him jacking as I went. He held the dildo with one hand under my cock; his free hand under his other. Seeing what he was planning made me all the more aroused and I exploded seconds later.

Brad was quite adept at recovering most of my cum and repurposing it as a nice covering for his dildo. He caught and filled his other hand with more and used it to rub even more on the dildo. I thought I knew what he was going to do, but I didn't. Well, I was only partially wrong.

Brad stood straight in front of me and took the dildo and put it in his mouth!!

My breath caught and I felt a major twinge despite having just cum!

He sucked a good deal of my cum into his mouth and showed it to me, then swallowed it hungrily. I involuntarily grabbed my cock and began to stroke again. Amazingly, there was still life in it!

He then turned his body to the side and reinserted the dildo in his hole, then stood up, arching his back and stroked his cock with one hand while impaling his ass with the other. Within minutes he stepped forward and I reflexively got down again, ready to receive.

Deja Vu! Once again, he covered me with his hot cum! God, I was so turned on!!

I sat down on the floor and gathered up the cum that missed my mouth and licked it off my body while stroking madly. Surprisingly, I came so fast that I didn't have time to involve Brad. But he was fine with it, watching me cum and urging me on. “Cum big for me baby!” he said. And I did.

So much for waiting quietly for the boys to get home!

We took a little time to recover, taking a quick shower at both ends of his ample tub-shower and then resting on either side of Brad's Extra King bed, staring at each other, smiling and chatting.

We fell into a nice nap. About an hour later, we awoke about the same time, refreshed and ready for round two. It was closing in on noon.

Brad proposed that we go into the living room, spread a blanket on the couch and watch porn and see how many times we could each get off!

“A contest!” I said.

Brad selected three of his favorite videos and put the first one in. I loved his selection because they all had both fantastic guys engaged in fantastic suck and fuck scenes, but they also had a bit of a story-line and were fairly well acted!

The first one was about a guy who comes to a new boarding school as a senior. Lot's of jock sex, some “straight” roommate action, a young hot teacher, etc.

The second was a guy moving into a new home and meeting the hot neighbor college kid and,  eventually, the kid's hot friends.    

The third was a faux-espionage thing. All were very hot and immensely enjoyable.

We basically had a pattern with each one. We watched first; as we got into it, we wanked. Then, we took turns cumming on each other. Brad had the first round and midway through the first DVD, he announced that he was close. I was as well.

He kneeled down next to me and aimed his cock on my chest. The view of his hot cock unloading on me made me almost instantly explode on my stomach and chest... a little bit making it even to my face! I rubbed both our cums together and all over my chest, eating freely.

We cleaned up a bit and broke for lunch. Brad left and returned shortly with a couple of delicious turkey BLT sandwiches and some chips. He also brought in a chilled bottle of really good white wine.

After eating our lunch leisurely, we went back to watching porn and repeated the whole process, only it was my turn.

Amazingly, we managed to watch the other two following the same process.

THREE TIMES EACH!

I had never cum this many times this quickly!  I was actually beginning to worry that we would be spent before the boys even got there. Little did I know then that neither of us had anything to worry about!

It was now 5:00 p.m!

We hurried to the showers. He took the master, I took the guest shower. Brad changed into fresh clothes and I got into my running shorts and then the two of us walked over to my apartment and I got into some fresh clothes as well.

We then used my spare key to get into the boy’s apartment. It was 6:20 when the Thai Food arrived. We had already laid out plates, glasses, etc. I got a couple of small bottles of cold sake and some bottles of Singha Thai beer from the guy's full-sized wine refrigerator where they kept whites, blushes, beer and other cold-served beverages and put them in a fancy bucket with ice.  We put the food in thermal warming dishes the guys had for parties and plugged them in, turning them to low.

At 6:35 the boys arrived, bursting through the door, all hot and sweaty from their practices and a 5-mile run they decided to do on the running path near their condo – just for good measure!

“Hello guys,” I said by way of introducing our guest, “this is Brad. Brad this is Chris and Brian”

“Hey! Brian said. Sexy Man wasn't wrong... you ARE hot!”

“Thanks,” Brad said, blushing deeply.

“Food smells great! Can we take a real quick shower so we won't gross you guys out?”

“Sure,” we both said at the same time.  But Brad quickly added, “ Trust me though, you don’t gross me out right now!  In fact, I think I am showing great restraint not just jumping you both as your sexy selves stand there!”

The boys both smiled widely, checking Brad out with renewed appreciation as they contemplated what his obviously enthusiastic and lusty attitude bode for the evening.

While they were off taking a shower, I asked Brad if it would be ok if I mentioned that he liked water sports. This was a new thing on my mind and I wanted to see what the guys thought about it since it had never come up.

“Sure,” Brad said, encouragingly, “that would be hot if they are interested but fine if they’re not.”

We each grabbed a glass of cold sake and beer for good measure and sat in the living room awaiting the boy's grand entrance – and I had no doubt it would be.

Sure enough, the boys did not disappoint. They came out wearing nothing but really hot looking black silk pajama bottoms that flared out slightly like genie pants, with a bit of a dark red stripe design in them, a thicker one in the center and narrower on each side and matching dark-red silk kerchiefs around their necks. A bit much, of course! But that's my boys. They knew they looked good.

They came in and threw Brad a burgundy pair of silk pajamas with a black design running through them and threw me a muted gold pair with a different black design.

“We thought these might fit you, Brad,” Chris said, “and we know these will fit you, Sexy Man, cause we bought them for you.”

They stood there unflinching, staring at both of us as we stripped out of our clothes and slipped into our Pajamas. They smiled when they saw Brad naked. Chris walked over to me and Brian walked over to Brad.

“Here are your kerchiefs,” Brian said, looping the black silk over Brad's neck and tying loosely around him, making a short, stylish flare down the front of Brad's neck and then let his hand trace down Brad's sexy chest and stomach.

“And here you go Sexy Man,” Chris said, tossing the gold and black silk over my neck, careful not to touch me, and tying it in a stylish manner. As always, I shivered with Chris' closeness.

As I did for the hundredth time, I thought how ridiculous my no-touch rule was. Have mad, unfettered sex with myself in front of them, watch them and their friends perform practically every sex act known to man, eat copious amounts of their cum and watch as they ate mine... but heaven forbid that their finger accidentally graze my body!

But somehow, it helped me justify what I was doing. It helped to keep my gnawing guilt at bay. The momentary thought was gone as I refocused on Brad and Brian.

Brad showed no hesitation in reaching out to Brian and returning the favor; running both hands over Brian's chiseled chest and abs, then slowly untying Brian's kerchief and using it to bring Brian in for a kiss, holding on to either side of it to keep Brian centered and engaged. And he was!

Finishing their kiss, Brad re-tied Brian's kerchief and put his hand on Brian's chest. Brian immediately grabbed Brad's kerchief, turned and led him over to Chris.

“I don't think you were properly introduced earlier,” Brian said. With that, he stepped to one side of Chris and led Brad right up to Chris' waiting mouth. Chris grabbed Brad's kerchief and held Brad there for a long, passionate kiss. God these guys were sexy!

“Well,” Chris said in the way only Chris could, “ I think dinner is ready!” and pecked Brad on the lips for good measure.

This looks really good guys,” Brian said, “thanks for getting it all set up for us!” Brian and Chris grabbed a glass and filled it with cold sake and also took a beer. Chris started us down the food line; loading up his plate with delicious Thai food. The guys had gotten quite a nice selection.

So Brad just moved here from Seattle,” I said as I was cueing up in the line.

“Cool,” Chris said, “I love Seattle!”

“Me too,” Brian added, “my folks own a cabin in the mountains not too far away from Seattle.”

“Is there a state where your folks DON'T own a house?” I said snarkily.

Brian laughed. “I'll have to check and get back to you on that!”

All of us finally got heaping plates of Thai food and refilled our glasses of sake, grabbing another beer for good measure. What ensued was an incredibly pleasant dinner by candlelight (yeah the guys are quite the romantics!). It turned out that I had been right in my instincts that Brad and the boys would hit it off. In fact, as it developed, they became close friends and fairly frequent fuck buddies.

But that evening, I could see that the chemistry was good. I looked over at the three of them talking easily to each other and got a raging hard-on in the middle of dinner!

My silk pajamas moved sleazily over my growing cock and eventually pushed itself out the partially unbuttoned opening in my pj's. Whoops, forgot a button. Oh well, I said to myself, and discreetly moved my hand down and grabbed my cock, stroking it gently.

My God, what a fucking slut I had become. All during my marriage, I was the epitome of staid middle-class values... only occasionally allowing myself forays into adult book stores, porn sites and SL. I was a little more adventurous with Beth. We tried various positions; her blow jobs were pretty damned good and she liked cum; we had had public sex once in a park; on a few occasions, we even role-played. But my “gay side” stayed within very proscribed, totally hidden bounds.

Now, here I was having “voyeur sex” at least twice a week on average and sometimes much more than that! And the thing is, despite an occasional twinge of guilt when I thought of Beth, I was loving it!

I thought about Beth and how much we loved each other. I know for certain that if she all of a sudden came to me and told me that she had a lesbian lover, I would not have a problem with sharing her.

Even if she had found a younger hot stud to fuck on the side, I might be hurt momentarily but I would WANT her to do what felt good for her!

I also know that she would feel that same way. Yet I was not willing to take the chance of changing our equilibrium and our routines with each other and our family.

The pleasant conversation turned, at last, more sexual in nature. The boys talked a bit about their escapade with guys on campus and off. They talked about their passion for each other and how they had grown so close since childhood.

Chis told him about Brian's family taking him in and essentially making them a part of the family (including, I found out that night, putting him in their will- and, at Brian's suggestion, on equal footing with Brian!!)

Brad shared about his life in Seattle, his marriage, his love of Mark and his tragic ending. Before we all could get maudlin, Brad popped up out of his chair and pronounced that the games should begin!

“I am open to anything guys! I am a verse with a pretty wild imagination,” he said.

“We tried water sports earlier today,” I added, using the moment to introduce the subject and anxious to see how the guys reacted.

“OH, YOU DID, DID YOU!?” Chris said with a sly smile. “Well, I say let's drink to that!”

With that, Chris filled up his sake glass and downed it, filled it up again and downed that! Then a third. He went over to the refrigerator and filled another glass with water and downed that. Repeated. Brian followed suit.

Brad smiled broadly and got into the action as well! Downed two glasses of snake and then one, two, three... glass of water! Not wanting to be left out, I did too.

Now that we were all considerably tipsy and ready to piss like race horses, Brian led the way to their master bath. It featured not only a Jacuzzi-tub but a huge walk-in glass steam-shower with bench seating on all sides. My mind reeled with the possibilities. We all entered. 

The boys approached me and without ever touching me, pulled my pajamas down around my ankles and helped me step out of them. My cock flew out of my pajamas as the pajamas road down my body and over my crotch area, releasing it.

Brad watched excitedly. The boys looked me over like two guys at a brothel. They then turned to Brad. They performed the same maneuver, except there were plenty of hands involved!

“Come over here, Sexy Man,” Chris ordered, “I want you to have a front-row seat for Brad's ravishing!”

Standing on either side of Brad, they began feeling him up beginning at his neck and slowly going down, stopping to visit his underarms, his nipples – twisting them unmercifully- then down to his sexy flat stomach and finally letting their hands dive into Brad's pajama front. They only used their hands for this “get-acquainted” session but it seemed just what the doctor ordered!

They both pulled the elastic waist away from his body.

“Come take a look, Sexy Man,” Brian said. “I know you got a head start on us but I just wanted to remind you of what our next target will be”

I peeked in to see Brad's magnificent cock at full attention while the boys, holding the pajamas opened, used their free hand to rub all around Brad's cock- his thighs, his pubic hair, his balls- but not his cock.

This must have been extremely tantalizing to Brad because he shivered involuntarily and moaned a bit in anticipation.

They finally released the elastic, snapping back to  Brad's body, and began pulling his pajama bottoms down slowly and sensually, this time each grabbing a leg, moving all over their assigned leg with their hands, pulling at his pajamas, bringing them down oh so slowly, munching on the silk.

Then they gave Brad little bites on his leg through the cloth. They would then move up just above the line between his exposed skin and the still pajama-clad part of his each leg. There, on his upper leg, they licked, kissed and bit like horses nipping.

Brad squirmed with delight. The movement of the elastic across his cock added  considerable additional tension to his very stiff member. When they reached low enough for his cock to pop out, it did with great force, traveling up and slapping against Brad's abs. This movement was all the boys needed for them to abandon their pajama removal adventure.  They yanked their pajamas off in a nanosecond. 

Then, they pulled Brad's PJs off with one yank and descended on Brad's cock; performing their signature double-sided blow job! Man, I had seen this before but I never got tired of it.

The boys sent Brad into orbit in no time at all. His cock was covered with their spittle as they ran their tongues and mouths over the whole surface of his cock, kissing each other in-between time but completely servicing Brad's now throbbing cock.

“Oh Fuck, you guys are so fucking good at this!” Brad all but shouted.

“Aren’t they!!” I volunteered, surprising myself with the vehemence of my affirmation and realizing seconds later that I had never actually experienced it in “the flesh.”

He pushed on their heads to increase the pressure on his cock. The guys picked up the not so subtle signal and pressed in hard on his cock, mashing it between their lips and tongue; sliding more and more rapidly between them in and out, up the shaft and down the shaft. Then,  they froze in place and let Brad go to work; thrusting his cock through their co-created sensuous channel. Oh MY GOD!

I was breathing erratically and had grabbed my cock unthinkingly and was stroking it to beat the band.

The boys started to move in sync again.  Brad helped further by thrusting in counter sync with their sliding action. The overall effect was exhilarating to watch and obviously very effective for Brad as he was reduced to making high pitches squeals interspersed with guttural attempts at words.

Suddenly, they stopped and stood up and the three of them looked at me. 

“Let’s soak him, boys!” Chris commanded.  

Seconds later, they unleashed a torrent of pee all over my body and shot directly into my mouth.  Amazingly and unaccountably, I swallowed!

Then they stopped. 

“Now, into the tub with you, Brad!” ordered Chris (who else!)

Brad scrambled out of the shower and into the tub and laid down; immediately stroking his cock in anticipation of what was coming next.

Chris and Brian dropped their silk pajamas to the floor, got into the tub with Brad and stationed themselves around him, standing over him. Very shortly thereafter, they both release a virtual torrent of piss all over him.

Each focused on a different area. Chris started with his mouth, filling it with his warm piss as Brad let it gush from his mouth and over his chest. Brian soaked his legs, crotch, and abs. Brad continued stroking wildly.

All of a sudden, Brad shouted out with absolute abandon.

“I'm FUCKING GONNA CUM!”

And he released a boat load of cum all over himself. Chris immediately got down on his knees as soon as Brad shouted and began licking up his cum even before he was completely finished, taking a good bit of his own and Brian's piss with it.

Brian, who was not quite finished, leaned down and began peeing on Chris as he ate, starting on his lower torso and slowly moving up. Chris had a mouth full of cum by the time Brian reached his head, soaking it. Chris shook his head, spraying piss all over the place, and then collapsed on Brad, bringing his mouth to Brad's and sharing his cummy-pissy treasure. Brad shared it gratefully.

Brian jumped on top and the three of them writhed around in the tub as Brad then let his cock spray his long-held piss torrent all over the “sex-wrestling party”.

“Feel free to add yours, Sexy Man,”  Brian said to me in a loud voice. 

I leaned over and strategically added my piss to the mix!

The boys were holding each other, kissing, sharing cum with Brian. Chris got up on his knees and with a few quick strokes added his cum to the mix, both Brian and Brad getting a good squirt or two delivered directly to their mouth, the rest landing indiscriminately on their bodies.

Chris piled back on and it was Brian's turn.

“Give it to us Bri!” Chris shouted-  mouth open wide. Chris and Brad's mouths were very close to each other and Brian loaded them both up as they immediately began turning their cum loads into a sexy cum kiss. Brian piled on again.  I continued to piss on the whole show!

Finally, I had finished peeing and was now jacking for all I was worth.

“Give us your load, Sexy Man!” Brad said, using my “stage name”” and thus getting into the “no-touch club” routine.

I exploded on all three of them as they continued licking, kissing, squirming around with each other and scooping up any remaining islands of cum!

“I'm going to take a quick shower” I announced, “while you guys clean up here.”

“That was fucking hot as hell!” Brian exclaimed.

The three of them remained collapsed in a big pile of body parts.

Brad laughed. “FUCK!” “That was AWESOME! I am so fucking glad I ran into you Sexy Man!”

After this pronouncement, I went off to the second bathroom shower and cleaned up.

“There's a fresh set of pajamas laid out for you on your bed!” They had taken to referring to one of the other bedrooms as “my bedroom”, even though I rarely slept there! I did keep a few items there for convenience.

After an incredibly long time, the boys emerged from their “shower” dressed in fresh pajama bottoms. This time, they each had a cool looking round brass amulet hanging on a thin gold strand. I looked at the three of them; God they were hot in their silk pajama bottoms and just a bit of tasteful “bling”. Their bodies were so chiseled looking after their “workout”.

Brian came over and put one of the amulets around my neck, making sure not to touch me.

Chris broke out the bong and we added to our already stoned condition. I couldn't believe it! Man! How far I had “fallen... chuckling to myself.

We sat around talking for awhile and listening to a new smooth Jazz collection the boys had ound. I then watched lazily as the boys got into a three-way sucking pose, enjoying each other's cocks immensely, and ending up as a three-way fuck; with Chris as the anchor bottom, Brian in the middle and Brad fucking Brian. Their muscled bodies moved like well oiled machines as they switched both their order and positions multiple times.

I just laid there, completely excitedly content as I watched, slowly stroking.  But my hole began to twitch as I watched the guys thrusting into each other. They were taking their time, not allowing themselves to peak too soon.  I had to have something up my ass, NOW! I grabbed  for one of the boys' many toys they had on a nearby shelf and grabbed a Fleshlight for good  measure.

As I watched them, I quickly  lubed up my ass, the dildo and the Fleshlight. The boys slowed down their action to attend to me and my preparations. As I inserted the dildo into my wanting  hole, they thrust into each other deeply; now Brad into Chris and Chris into Brian!  Within seconds I mounted my cock on the Fleshlight and established a rhythm that matched the boys'.

Together, we slowly but surely climbed Mount Orgasm.  Brad was wearing a condom, Chris had removed his to penetrate Brian.  Brian stroked his naked cock vigorously. By now the boys were covered in sweat, dripping profusely on each other.  I was beyond excited and finally literally  shouted that I had to cum! Chris calmly instructed me to wait, that they were almost there.

Minutes later, Brad shouted " OH GOD!!"  And the three of them suddenly shuddered, squirmed and thrust to completion even as I clenched down on  my dildo and shot a massive load into the Fleshlight. I collapsed on the floor, dirtily voicing my appreciation to the three of them but was asleep in minutes.

I woke up at about three in the morning with a blanket around me but decided to move into the guest bed, checking in to the master suite to see that all was ok with the boys. They were all three spooning each other, Brad in the middle.

I smiled and headed to bed. What a fantastic day I said to myself.