A Cookout

The sun was at the western horizon, only half of its orb visible, as the day was coming to an end. It was late summer, and the soybeans were drying back, their time of harvest fast approaching. The temperature was still in the eighties and the air was humid, laying heavy over the land. In Preston’s back yard, even the smoke from the grill and firepit rose slowly in it.

Preston had the guys over at different times of the year, for a cookout of one type or another. There were shrimp boils in June or July, smoked cured ham or turkey in the fall and any time the weather permitted, the grill fired up for whatever meat they fancied. On this late August Saturday afternoon, it was steaks from Buddy’s farm, and potatoes, tomatoes and onion from the garden. Spencer showed up with two pies made from scratch by his mother, one peach and one blueberry.

There were five of them, guys who lived in the region, all connected by one thing: their sexuality. They had known each other for years, for Preston and AJ, it had been over twenty. And over the years, the others came into the circle of close friends.

Preston and AJ manned the grill while Spencer took care of the food preparation inside the house, familiar with the kitchen as if it were his own. Buddy and Jackson sat at the picnic table, listening to AJ’s tall tales, laughing at the absurdity of them. They were in a festive mood, helped along by the ice-cold beer pulled from the cooler at regular intervals, or the bottle of whiskey that filled shot glasses on occasion.

“Hey, Preston, did you hear about that Russell boy getting caught again?” asked AJ.

“Yep. I swear that boy is going to end up in the federal pen if he doesn’t stop making that shit,” chuckling at the silliness of it, the Russell boy making meth, or some other concoction.

“I’m surprised that fool hasn’t blown himself up.”

“Didn’t he burn down his mobile home two years ago?” asked Jackson.

“Yep,” AJ replied.

“Did you hear Randall Barnes is getting out of cotton? Selling off the equipment and focusing on soybeans and wheat,” said Buddy.

“Not surprised. The shit is expensive to grow and the cost of the equipment…Jesus, it’s crazy,” Preston replied.

“So, Preston, what’s the surprise you’ve got in store for us?” asked Jackson.

Preston turned from the grill, smiled at Jackson, then turned back to it, “you’ll see.”

“Preston, I’m going to light the torches before the mosquitoes get worse,” said Buddy, climbing to his feet.

“Good; let’s keep them at bay,” Preston replied.

The patio area sat out from the screen porch with a landscape strip between them. One end had the grill at its outer edge, with the picnic table sitting close. On the other end was a firepit, with Adirondack chairs and a wood bench sitting around it. Around the patio’s perimeter were torches with citronella fuel oil in them, and over the table, string lights were hung. As the sun dropped below the horizon and the sky darkened, the lights at the patio seemed to get brighter, until the area had a warm amber glow.

“You guys ready for me to bring out the potatoes and salads?” asked Spencer, his head sticking out of the screen porch.

“Yes,” Preston replied, "the steaks are ready to come off the grill."

“I’ll help,” Jackson exclaimed, climbing to his feet, and heading in behind Spencer.

Plates pushed back, empty bottles and shot glasses scattered down the center, the five friends pushed back from the table, and got comfortable. Preston looked around at his friends, smiling for what he had in store for them. He knew them, each one, and what they liked.

AJ, whom he went through grade school. They hadn’t known each other’s secret back then, but during that summer after graduation, they discovered they shared a sexuality that had them dating for a couple of years. Why it ended, neither could say exactly. Maybe there was some of the old fear of coming out in the community, or both were guilty of wandering eye, or probably more accurately, neither were interested in settling down. They both farmed in the community, AJ’s place between Turtle Creek and Pine Run Creek. He looked at his oldest friend, forty-one now, with graying hair but with the same lanky build. AJ was never one for appearances, and even now, he was dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans bought at the discount retailer. Underneath the clothes he knew AJ had tattoos on his chest, and down one leg, and the nipples were pierced. And within the bulging crotch a long thin cock that could bore into a man’s hole so deep it scared some them.

Next to AJ sat Jackson, the youngest of their group, only thirty-three, and a trucker who lived in Mobile. His route took him from Houston to Raleigh and cities in between. He was average in height and stocky, built like a linebacker, the position he played in high school. With black hair and dark skin, Jackson joked about being a mut, his ancestry having to be a mixed-up mess, but the mix of genes created a handsome man, with dark eyes and playful demeanor. Preston remembered the first time they met, when he had been down in Mobile for Mardi Gras. He smiled at the memory of seeing him naked the first time. A hard, muscular body, with a fat cock, one that actually made him beg Jackson to go slow, during his first penetration by it.

Opposite of Jackson, taking another shot, was Buddy, a wiry tall bastard from over in Mason County, where he raised not only cattle, but hogs and chickens too. Buddy says next year he might raise turkeys, and Preston wondered if he knew what he would get into if he did. Buddy was the quiet one of the group, clamming up whenever he was around someone he didn’t know. Preston remembered how long it took to coax a meeting with him, after they began to chat online. But for all of Buddy’s shyness, this introverted nature, Preston knew it fell away once in bed. Buddy was a wild one during sex, willing to try almost anything.  And with an average height and lean body, he could be folded up in ways that was amazing. He could suck his own cock and take a fuck in so many positions, it caused a lot of guys in the region to beg him for a serious relationship, wanting to move in together. But Buddy was like the rest of them, liking his space, and no one messing with his things, as the group liked to joke.

Next to him was Spencer, who was going to be fifty next February, and although he was the oldest, he was not in bad shape, far from it, doing weeklong hiking trips, swimming regularly in his pool. It was the one physical luxury he allowed himself, still driving his eight-year old Chevy truck. He made good money, owning the tractor dealerships in Harrisburg, the closest town and where he lived, and in Greenville, but he chose to spend it on traveling, his adventures that involved backpacking or staying in hostels in foreign countries. And Spencer had the looks who attracted men and women. Tall, over six foot, with blonde hair finally turning gray, and the lean muscular body that reflected his active lifestyle. And sexually, he was playful, toying with the men in his bed, before plunging his long, curved cock into their depths.

Preston reflected on the physical attributes of his friends, for he knew they would soon be on display when the entertainment arrived. He looked at his watch and saw it was twenty after nine and knew it wouldn’t be long. He laughed at Jackson’s story of picking up a hitchhiker outside of New Orleans, then let his mind drift from the story being told, thinking of his own sexuality. He knew where he fit among his friends. He was five foot, ten with an average lean build. His manual labors and long days kept the weight off, keeping him fit. He was forty-two last April, and kept his brown hair cut short, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he would probably be shaving his head. He didn’t worry about it, ignoring AJ’s comments about ways to deal with hair loss. He considered it a part of who he was and didn’t plan on doing anything to stop it. Adjusting his jeans, he felt the stirrings of his cock, knowing he didn’t need to be thinking of what was to arrive soon.

“Hey, Preston, what is this entertainment you got lined up? It’s not some of that fetish porn is it?” Spencer joked, making the others laugh.

“You don’t want to watch porn?” Preston replied, playing along. “Well, I guess I’ll have to line up something else.”

“You bastard,” joked AJ, “just tell us.”

“You’ll see.”

Preston went inside to go to the bathroom and on his way out, he stopped in the kitchen. Filling a glass with water, he looked out at his friends now sitting around the firepit, their faces glowing by the firelight. They looked so human in that moment. A group of men sitting around a fire trading stories, something people have done further back than anyone dare guess.

Easing out the screen door, he moved back down to the patio area, sitting in a chair from the table. It was a position a few feet back, allowing him to watch his friends, see their interactions and the way they joked with each other. Even with a drop in temperature, it was still warm, the air heavy with humidity. Everything around them was radiating heat. The patio paving, the furniture, even the ground radiated the stored heat of the day. He felt it on his skin, knowing the release of his own heat was affected by it. A little exertion and a body would sweat, the skin become wet, slick with it. It was something he liked. How it loosened stiff muscles, made one feel alive, and when against another, slick flesh against slick flesh, it was as arousing as any mouth or probing fingers.

Preston glanced at his watch and smiled. It was time for their arrival.

They heard the rumbling sound of a muscle car before they saw it. The sound of it motoring down the highway, then the lower deep sound as it slowed. Headlights coming around the house showed it to be in the drive, and the sound of its motor revving echoed around the house.

The first vehicle was not what the other’s expected, but Preston had, for it was Hunter leading the way to his backyard. The Jeep sat high on its modified suspension, and with doors and top off, they could hear the music from its stereo. Behind it, a nine-year old Camaro, with aftermarket wheels and obviously a modified engine by its loud rumbling. Behind the wheel would be Wesley. Preston wasn’t surprised to see Elliot with him, but he was to see Bobby with Hunter. Bobby was someone who had recently come out, finally seeking the companionship of other men, after going all of his high school years in denial. But the one who captured his eye, was Hunter.

The first time he met Hunter was four years ago. He had gone to Earl’s Tire out on Bishop Road, a place that catered more to big trucks than passenger cars, although he did a few of those too. The grain truck needed new tires and it had been time to bite the bullet and put them on it before another harvest. Ray Tom, one of Earl’s oldest employees came out first, but soon another guy, only eighteen at the time, followed. It was Hunter. He had the tall, lanky build only a teenager could have, with reddish-brown hair and green eyes. Preston had found himself staring at him and Hunter stared back, defiantly, smiling with a mischievous grin Preston would come to know.

He picked up the grain truck late that day, right before closing. He paid Earl and stepped out waiting for it to be brought to the front, from the fenced in rear yard. It was Hunter behind the wheel, and when he climbed down, he had boldly asked Preston if he wanted to grab something to eat at the Fish Shack. Although only eighteen at the time, Hunter turned out to be wise beyond his years, and bold in pursuing what he wanted. It was the start of something Preston still didn’t know how to label. Relationship seemed too serious and calling it hooking up seemed too casual. They both continued to meet other men, but over the last year, Preston had to concede he had stopped doing so. It wasn’t a conscious decision, it was merely Hunter satisfied his needs, always available when he called.

Preston had to smile when he saw Wesley pulling off his shirt, tossing it into his car. He strolled up with the others, with jeans hanging so low on his narrow waist, they seemed to defy gravity. Like Hunter, he was bold in his pursuits, but unlike him, who could enjoy moments of intimacy, Wesley was all bravado, crude in his sexual pursuits and such a redneck, it made Preston laugh when he had been with him. He couldn’t believe they had known each other for three years, for Wesley looked so young, younger than his age of twenty-two. He was a mechanic at Cross Town Repair, and it was there they had met. His Cherokee has started to run rough and he had not been able to diagnose the problem, so he found himself at Cross Town watching the lean body bend over the fender, looking around the big inline motor. They didn’t hook up right then, but a few days later, Preston saw Wesley online, and thus began their hooking up for the next few months, until one day, they just stopped. Wesley had moved on to new pursuits and Preston had grown tired of his antics, finding them more tiring than funny.

Wesley had hooked up with some of the guys too. Buddy and Spencer had been with him over the years, which wasn’t surprising since there were so few men out in the community. What was surprising was AJ and Jackson had not, for Preston had listened to Buddy talk about hooking up with Wesley, then inquire as to who else had done so. AJ and Jackson had shaken their heads ‘no’. Now he watched Wesley moved to the firepit, sitting on the bench next to Spencer.

Elliot followed Wesley into the circle and Preston wondered about him. He was one that he had not hooked up but knew AJ and Buddy had done so. Elliot was twenty-one, and the youngest of three boys, all working with their father on their farm north of town, up in Oak Grove. Elliot was a shy, introverted boy, shorter than the others, with a small frame. With his blonde hair, he looked like a kid, but Preston knew the deception of his appearance, for Hunter, Buddy and AJ had told him how Elliot was all quiet and shy when they first met, but as soon as they got him out of his clothes, he turned into an aggressive bottom. His appetite for cock was insatiable. He would definitely be a good member of this little party when things got interesting, and Preston was glad Hunter had invited him.

Preston watched Elliot move to the patio, take a chair from the picnic table and drag it over to the firepit, sitting back from the others. Dressed in a t-shirt that was frayed and torn, hanging on his small frame in a twisted stretched out of shape manner, he looked more like a street hustler, an imp, instead of a farm boy. And there were the eyes, watching Wesley, and how he interacted with the others, eliciting crude comments and laughter.

Hunter strolled up with Bobby, and they stopped just outside the circle.

“Hey guys, this is Bobby,” said Hunter, causing everyone to reply, introducing themselves, and Preston saw the looks, the anticipation on each face.

Preston knew Bobby, had known him since he was a little kid running around inside his father’s Chevrolet dealership. Preston had drove Ford trucks, but when the dealership in town closed for good, not having enough sales to keep it afloat, he switched to Chevrolets, wanting service for his truck close by. There he met Robert Peterson, and some time later, his son Bobby.

Bobby grew to be a tall boy, six foot three from what Hunter says, and he was attractive, with black hair and a muscular body, one from working out in middle and high school so he could play baseball. He had been a star of the team, taking them to the state championship each year he played on the team. But no college came in pursuit, and Preston heard he went to the community college for some business degree, while working at the dealership with his father. At nineteen, he was the youngest of the four, but with the goatee and long sideburns, and hair cut short, he looked the oldest.

Preston had been surprised to find out Bobby was gay, something Hunter revealed a few months ago. Bobby had been closeted all through high school, scared to come out, and therefore lived in denial. After graduation, he had grown so desperate and in need of companionship, he had started going online to chat with others. Hunter said it took Wesley two months to get Bobby to meet him. It seemed most of the boys Bobby agreed to meet were outside the county, boys from Greenville, Monroe, or even, all the way down in Mobile. Boys not from town or the surrounding region, and thus boys that wouldn’t out him. By some happenstance, Hunter and Bobby ran into each other at Gordon’s, the burger joint in downtown, and they shared a table. While eating, they shared their stories, of growing up gay in a small town, and what it was like for each of them. Hunter didn’t hook up with Bobby, instead they became friends, and over the last month, brought Preston into their small circle.

It was why Preston was surprised to see Bobby with Hunter, knowing the expectations of the night, the festive nature of it for a group of gay men. He looked at the boy, with white t-shirt stretched over a muscular upper body, and tight jeans that bulged at the crotch in the most provocative manner. He wondered if Bobby was shedding his fears and anxieties, ready to step out and live his life. Looking at Hunter next to him, dressed in his usual tank top and frayed, worn jeans, he saw him smile his way and he smiled back. He watched Hunter push Bobby to take a seat among the guys, then come his way.

Seated next to him, Preston held out an ice cold beer and watched the long lean fingers twist off the cap, then he watched the Adam’s apple bob up and down, as Hunter held the bottle to his lips taking large swallows until a third of the bottle was emptied.

“Damn, I needed that?”

“Long day?”

“Yep. I went into the shop to try to get Mrs. Hanks shitty-ass Buick fixed, so she can pick it up on Monday morning.”

“Did you get it done?”

“Hell, no. I need a part and the parts store didn’t have it in stock, so it’ll be sometime Monday before I can finish it.”

“I’m curious…” Preston began to ask, only to have Hunter interrupt, knowing what he was going to ask.

“What made Bobby come out?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know. Wesley and I were at the Fish Shack last Tuesday and Bobby came in and sat with us. He listened to us making plans for tonight, and how Wesley was going to ask Elliot to come too. Next thing we know, Bobby wanted to know what was going on, surprised you or I had not mentioned it to him.”

“I didn’t think he would want to hang out with older guys, especially some from around here.”

“Same here, but it seems ole Bobby is getting tired of driving all over the state for dick, and tired of living this lie, putting on this façade in front of everyone.”

“What would his father say, if he knew?”

“I don’t know about this party, but on his son being gay…” Hunter stopped midsentence, looking over smiling.

“What? No way. He came out to his family?”

“Yep. He told his older sister first, then his younger brother, and having them by his side, he told his parents.”

“How did they take it?”

“From what Bobby says, not too bad. There was some crying and a couple of days of no one talking, but from what he said on the way over, things are getting better.”

Preston looked over at the group of men as they bantered back and forth, shamelessly flirting with each other.

“How long before Wesley is out of those jeans?” asked Preston. “One or two more beers?”

“One…at most. You know he can’t wait to be shed of them.”

Wesley was next to Spencer, who was rubbing his chest and stomach, whispering in his ear, making him smile. Elliot was between AJ and Jackson, and he appeared to be blushing at what they were saying, but he was smiling too, mischievous in his expression. Bobby stood next to Buddy’s chair, and Preston and Hunter watched how they talked to each other. Casual in their expression, oblivious to the antics of the others. They saw Buddy reach out and touch Bobby’s thigh, stroke it up and down, and how it caused Bobby to move closer to him. Buddy ran his hand up the back of the thigh until he was running it over the firm round ass, making Bobby grin down at him.

“I’d say the party is about to begin,” Hunter whispered.

“Bobby might beat Wesley in getting out of his clothes,” said Preston, nodding his head toward him as he pulled off his t-shirt, then flexed his biceps, while Buddy ran a hand up his stomach. It flexed with a six-pack the guys had only ever seen in magazines.

“My money is still on Wesley,” replied Hunter, watching Wesley sit in Spencer’s lap, giggling like a schoolboy.

They watched Spencer run a hand up Wesley’s chest, then down over the flat stomach, not stopping until he was groping the bulging crotch. Wesley leaned back, stretched out his long torso, the skin glistening in the amber firelight, giving Spencer the room to touch him. They watched Spencer’s hand move back to the flat stomach, then down below the front of the jeans, pushing down until they knew he was fondling Wesley.

“Wesley is a whore,” Hunter joked, glancing over at Preston.

“He definitely knows how to let himself go and have fun.”

Wesley stood, and they watched him start to undo his jeans while turning to face Spencer. The jeans fell to the ground and Wesley carelessly kicked them to the side, while standing naked in front of Spencer. They could see the curved ass, the long narrow back, and Spencer’s hands take the waist and pull Wesley toward him, and they knew Wesley’s curved cock was sinking into Spencer’s mouth.

“Fuck, I think the party has started,” Hunter exclaimed.

Wesley threw his head back and let Spencer manipulate him. It was obvious Spencer was sucking his cock, even though most of the action was blocked to Preston and Hunter. But Buddy and Bobby had a good side view, and Bobby moved closer to Buddy as he watched Spencer suck Wesley, and it was obvious he was wanting the same. Buddy worked his jeans open, tugging everything down until Bobby stood naked, his jeans and boxers around his calves. His cock stuck straight out, already hard. It was thick, looked over eight inches long, and Preston and Hunter watched as Buddy took as much as he could into his mouth.

The tearing of fabric, and Elliot giggling caused Hunter and Preston to turn away from Buddy and Bobby, where they saw Elliot standing between the two men. AJ stood behind him, tearing his t-shirt off, while Jackson was on his knees roughly tugging his jeans open. Soon Elliot was stripped naked with AJ pressed against his back, kissing his neck, and running hands over his lean body. Jackson’s head moved in the familiar back and forth motion of a true cocksucker. Elliot cried out, and soon was working his hips, pumping cock into Jackson’s mouth.

“Fuck, they are some horny bastards,” Preston joked, and he saw out of the corner of his eye, Hunter tug on his cock, trying to get it comfortable in the tight confines of his jeans.

“Yes…” Hunter replied breathlessly.

Preston wondered how long they would sit there watching. If they’d sit there until so horny for sex they couldn’t stand it, or if Hunter would soon be on his feet pulling on him to follow.

Jackson stood, and AJ and he stripped while Elliot stood to the side, stroking his hard cock watching them get naked. Elliot moved to them as the last garments were tossed to the side, and he went to his knees between them. He took both in hand and mouthed one cock then the other, until both were hard as rock. Their position was perfect for Preston and Hunter, Elliot giving them a full, frontal view of his body, cock angled up hard, while he took Jackson, then AJ in his mouth. They watched amazed at how much cock Elliot could take, nearly every inch slipping easily into his mouth. They watched Elliot tug on AJ’s nuts, tug until AJ was shuddering from the pain, and reaching out to Jackson for support. They watched as Elliot came off AJ’s cock, breathing hard, out of breath from letting it plug his throat, then he turned to Jackson, held up his thick cock, fingers unable to close around it, and licked from the loose sac up to the head. He tongued it, swirling it around the wide flared shape, then dragged his tongue back down to the sac, taking one nut in his mouth and tugging until Jackson cried out.

“Please…Elliott!”

Elliot released the nut and worked his way up the thick shaft where he kissed the wet head, then let inch after inch disappear into his mouth.

“Fuck, that little bastard can suck cock,” Hunter exclaimed, as he undid his jeans and slipped his hand down inside them.

Preston couldn’t help it, watching the guys, then seeing the affects on Hunter, and he undid his jeans too, reaching in to work his hardening cock out.

There was a cry out, and everyone knew it was Spencer. Preston and Hunter looked over and saw he was naked, bent over, Wesley pulling his head back by the hair and pushing cock into his ass. Wesley pushed into his depths all the way, until hips pressed against ass.

“Take me…take me,” Wesley exclaimed.

Wesley tugged on Spencer’s hair until he raised up, body arced back, revealing his muscular torso, and the hard cock between his thighs that began to swing back and forth, when Wesley began to fuck. He fucked hard, not holding back, hips smacking noisily against ass. It echoed in the heavy air and spurned the others to increase their manipulations of each other. To grow more vocal in their desires, their wants, or the simple need to express themselves in the most primitive of ways.

“Jesus…fuck me,” Spencer exclaimed between his moans and grunts.

“Oh, take it,” Buddy cried out, and Preston and Hunter turned their attention to him.

Buddy was sitting shirtless, jeans around his ankles, with the naked Bobby sitting over his lap easing down on his cock. Bobby was facing Hunter and Preston, and they saw him look their way and smile wickedly, as he eased down until seated on it.

“Fuck,” Preston whispered, as they watched.

The long muscular body moved on Buddy, up then down, cock coming into view then disappearing in his ass. He moved slowly at first, letting Buddy rub hands over his chest, down his stomach, until one hand had a tight grip on his hard cock. With Buddy stroking him, he rode Buddy’s cock. His fair white skin glowed in the amber firelight, and soon glistened wetly. Sweat trickled down the chest and stomach as Bobby moved faster and faster, until his grunts were loud, revealing in their sexual nature.

“I think the first loads are due any minute,” Hunter joked as he openly stroked his cock.

“Yeah,” Preston replied breathlessly, as he watched the sex before them, then glanced over to Hunter, seeing the familiar cock become wet, shiny in the dim light. He realized his own hand was wet, as his own arousal grew to the point, he was about to act on it.

Slowly stroking his cock, Preston watched Jackson hold Elliot to his chest, with his cock buried in the small round ass. AJ moved up to them, held Elliot under the arms and pulled back, stretching the small body between them. Elliot had his legs over Jackson’s shoulders, and he began to work his body between the two men, pumping his ass on Jackson’s cock. He worked his body until the skin grew wet, shiny with sweat, while moving his ass up and down. AJ kissed his neck and he threw his head back and begged Jackson to fuck him, as he moved faster, his little body working feverishly up and down. AJ took his cock, and stroked the wet shaft until he shuddered between the two of them, then covered his face, chest, and stomach in cum. His cock spurted the thick wads while he jerked with each ejaculation. AJ turned his head and kissed him, then dragged tongue through the cum on his face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Hunter uttered as he sat up and tugged his tank top off, revealing his lean muscular body, one not from any gym, but from the manual labors of his job. He raked a hand down his sweaty chest and stomach as he slowly stroked his wet cock.

Preston and Hunter watched Jackson ease Elliot to his feet, then turn his back to AJ and they knew the time had arrived, the lowering of another barrier, the one where the five friends enjoyed sex not only with their guests, but with each other. AJ moved up to Jackson and eased every inch of his long cock into him. He pushed until hips pressed against ass and Jackson grunted with the penetration. Elliot moved down on knees in front of Jackson, soon consuming his thick cock once again, taking it to depths in his mouth impossible for most men. Then Jackson began to move, to push forward, then push back, fucking Elliot’s mouth, then fucking his ass on AJ’s cock. His movement was fluid, a steady rhythm. Preston and Hunter watched AJ’s long cock come into view then disappear. They watched Jackson’s cock do the same from Elliot’s mouth, the thick shaft shiny with spit when visible.

There was movement, and Preston and Hunter turned to watch Bobby ease up off Buddy, then take him by the hand and lead him to Spencer and Wesley. Bobby moved in front of Spencer and roughly pushed cock into his mouth as Wesley continued to fuck his ass. Bobby held Spencer by the head and Wesley held him by the waist, as they fucked him from both ends. Bobby looked over his shoulder at Buddy, eyes pleading. Buddy moved behind him and soon had every inch of his cock buried inside him. Buddy wrapped an arm around the taller boy’s neck and pulled him back, stretching the torso as he shoved cock into his ass. It caused Bobby to push harder, choking Spencer on his cock, but he didn’t slow, letting spit drool from Spencer’s mouth as he rocked his hips back on Buddy’s cock, then forward, choking Spencer on his cock.

“Fuck…goddamn…” Wesley cried out, as he shuddered and jerked with release, his cock buried in Spencer’s ass. Then Bobby cried out and Spencer choked on the cum that filled his mouth.

“Fuck, enough; come on,” Hunter exclaimed, coming to his feet, and holding out a hand to Preston.

Their jeans fell around their ankles and Hunter pulled his own feet free, then helped Preston. Hunter stood in front of him, undoing the buttons of his shirt, fingers working frantically to slip each one free.

“You son of a bitch,” Hunter uttered in a joking tone and the two of them smiled at each other. Then Preston followed Hunter out to his toolshed. The small building at the edge of the yard. The guys always assumed he kept his push mower for trimming, and some yard tools inside it, and once upon a time, he did. But not now. Hunter had planted the idea of a playroom, at first in jest, then more serious as they got together more often. It was now empty of yard tools, the mower residing in the barn. Now it had a platform in the back of it, thinly padded with black vinyl. In the remaining space hung cable from pulleys, and on the walls the gear needed to utilize them. Hunter led him to the door, and he followed him inside, watching as he lit the lone candle on a shelf. The room glowed warmly in the dim light, and the heat of the day radiated in the room. It was hot, almost like a sauna, and they began to sweat profusely just standing inside it. But they liked the sweaty feel of their bodies, and the summer heat that made them feel loose. And they liked the feel of them rubbing together getting hotter from their exertions.

Before he closed the door, Preston heard Buddy cry out and Bobby begging him to come in his hole. Then he latched the door, muffling the sounds of sex coming from the patio. It was just the two of them now and they kissed, roughly, while hands moved over familiar bodies. Preston felt Hunter cup his balls, then stroke his cock.

“Fuck me, ya bastard,” Hunter uttered, with his lips still against Preston’s.

Preston moved to the right wall and tossed a wrist cuff to Hunter and watched him put it on. Then he handed him another and while it was put on, he took down the ankle cuffs and moved back in front of him. He handed him the cuffs and watched him bend over, putting them on each ankle.

Hunter stood, smiling, adjusting the wrist cuffs. His skin glistened wetly in the dim light and his cock angled up hard, drool hanging from the head. Preston secured the wrist together, then pushed Hunter a few steps back and watched him raise his arms, holding the wrists up to the cable hanging down. He secured the clip between the wrist to the cable, then stepped back. He pulled down the two cables hanging from the rafters, and went to his knees to secure one to each ankle. At the wall, he pushed the ‘on’ switch then the button to cause the small winch above, to begin spooling in the cables. It spooled up the cables slowly, and Preston didn’t know if the time it took was good or bad, for he was anxious to have Hunter in position, but he watched how it affected him. The anticipation was evident on his face, and how his cock flexed with his arousal. The drool was nearly to the floor when Hunter had to let his wrist begin to take some of his weight, his feet about to be lifted off the floor. Slowly, the cables was pulled upward and with them, his feet. He fell back as his ankles were lifted. A foot, then two, slowly pulling his legs upward until he hung from the rafters.

Preston grinned at what hung before him. The lean, muscular body shiny in the amber light, with sweat trickling down the chest and dripping on the floor. Hunter’s cock lay on his stomach, a clear pool at its head, with his balls laying loose either side of the base of his cock. Preston moved between the legs and slid his hands down the thighs and let his thumbs and ring fingers encircle the loose sac, pulling it tight, the balls at the bottom of it turning red with his tugging. Hunter shivered with the pain of it as he used one hand, finger and thumb tightened, to tug harder. He used the other to rub the nuts, feeling their orb forms smashed together.

“Please…stop…” Hunter begged, but Preston knew the lie of it. He knew Hunter. Knew what he really wanted when they were playing these roles. There was a word that would make him stop, but he knew Hunter would never utter it.

Back at the wall, he lifted a handled dildo. The 12” synthetic cock with its handled base, curved from its weight when he held it up. He lubed its length then moved back to Hunter. With legs pulled up and spread to the corners of the room, it spread the ass cheeks and Preston could see the exposed hole, wrinkled, closed tight. He rubbed it with a slick finger, felt the tightness that tried to prevent his penetration. He toyed with it until Hunter’s cock flexed up and down and his sac drew up tight. He put the dildo to it, and pushed until Hunter opened up, letting him sink inch after inch into the depths of his hole. He worked it in slowly, watching the stretch of the opening, the skin tightened around the shaft as he pushed it in further and further. Once half the shaft was inside Hunter, he began a slow fucking motion, pushing and pulling the dildo through the tight opening until it moved easily through it. Then he pushed every inch of its twelve-inch length into Hunter.

Preston worked Hunter open, while he leaned over and licked at his drooling cock, capturing some on his tongue. He knew the taste of Hunter and savored it once again, as he licked it up. Hunter shook and twisted in his bonds, begging him to stop, which he didn’t do. He increased his manipulation. Tongued the head of Hunter’s cock, licked its shaft, while he pumped every inch of the dildo into his depths. He sucked the cock into his mouth and pushed down until his nose was buried in the pubic hair over it, and he could smell the sweaty, earthy aroma of Hunter’s body, the scents released with a man’s exertions, and he worked the dildo in his ass faster. He fucked Hunter, banging his insides with the dildo, as he sucked on the head of his cock. He kept it up even as Hunter begged him to stop, while he pulled and tugged on his bonds, twisting his torso in the air. Then Preston felt Hunter shudder, his whole body go rigid, back arched upward, and Hunter's cock flexed, grew thicker, then ejaculated wad after wad until it was dripping from Preston's lips. He swallowed and sucked at the head, making Hunter shiver, crying out for him to stop, and eventually he did stop, standing up between the legs of the sweating, panting body.

Then Preston plunged his hard cock into Hunter’s depths and began to fuck. Hunter threw his head back and moaned. Preston held each leg and thrust with his hips, faster and faster, rocking Hunter back and forth.

“Fuck…fuck…” Hunter uttered as his cock leaked on his stomach and grew hard again.

Preston fucked with the strength of a man. Hard, thrusting powerfully from the hips, driving cock into Hunter’s depths. He held the suspended body in place and used it for his own pleasure. Sweat ran down his body, his breathing grew labored as muscles burned with his exertion. He fell into a blind rhythm, his entire being focused on his cock. Plunging into Hunter’s depths, over and over. Swinging hips back, at times pulling out, only to slam back in, making Hunter cry out. He kept fucking until the surge of his release built to the point he couldn’t hold back, and he jammed his cock into Hunter’s depths, and kept jamming his hips against the spread ass, as his cock ejaculated wad after wad.

Preston kept fucking, thrusting his cock through Hunter’s slick insides, still rock hard. He fucked to the point of exhaustion, then slowed, pushing inward so slowly, Hunter could feel every goddamn inch, then he tugged outward, all the way, letting his cock hang between them, flexing up and down, and wet with his first load, then he shoved it back in, and began to fuck again.

“Keep fucking…shove it in me,” Hunter begged, his body as sweaty as Preston’s, as if he were the one straining every muscle. His cock grew hard again, and he shuddered when Preston took it, stroking the slick shaft, and rubbing a hand over the head until he begged him to stop. He felt the push into his depths, the familiar fullness of it, and it increased his arousal. “Don’t stop…please,” he continued to beg.

Preston felt Hunter thicken in his hand, then Hunter shuddered, arched his back as Preston piston inside his hole. He moaned loudly while cum dribbled out of his cock. It was the most painful of orgasms, struggling with each ejaculation. He shuddered with each one, then fell still with his head thrown back.

It pushed Preston over the edge, and he came again, shuddering with each ejaculation as he held his cock deep inside of him.

They came out of the tool shed, cum trickling down Hunter’s chest and stomach and his flaccid cock dripping. After a few steps, he’d also feel Preston’s cum trickle down one thigh. The air seemed cooler to their overheated bodies, but they knew the lie of it, as they crossed the rear yard. The firepit had burned down, only the glow of embers still visible. The torches continued to burn, giving the patio a primitive feel, almost pagan by the naked bodies scattered around it.

They saw Spencer on the bench, holding Elliot down, as Jackson held the slim legs to his chest and slow fucked him. The pace of the fuck was languid, unhurried. Their bodies glowed in the dim light, shiny and wet. On the opposite side sat Buddy and AJ, watching the scene before them. Bobby laying on the hard pavers with Wesley riding his cock. Up and down, Wesley moved as if in a trance. His eyes were closed, and at times he held his head up, facing the dark sky. He was stroking his cock, just as slowly as he moved on Bobby’s. Up, then down, slowly working his ass on the hard, thick cock. Buddy and AJ just sat back, cocks flaccid and leaking, while they watched, looking amazed that the two were still going.

“Fuck, they’re still going at it,” Hunter whispered, as they approached.

“But look at them. They are exhausted. This will end soon,” Preston replied.

They moved to the center of the patio and watched. Preston leaned against the picnic table and Hunter was soon backed up against his chest. He wrapped an arm around his neck, hugging their bodies together, as they watched. Jackson pushing his thick cock into the smallest boy here and Elliot took it, every push inward, moaning and undulating slowly. Elliot looked like he had a shower, his entire body was wet, shining in the dim light. They could hear him beg Jackson to fuck him, as he arched his back, and pushed his small round ass down on the thick cock. Spencer was stroking his cock, keeping him aroused.

Before them, on the patio, Wesley moved on Bobby’s cock, while stroking his own. He opened his eyes and upon seeing them watching, smiled, then leaned back, stretching out his sweaty torso, and he began to work his hips faster, plunging his ass down on Bobby’s cock, then lifting it up until nearly slipping free of it. His stomach was tight, muscled up from his exertions, and he stroked his cock faster. He looked over at Buddy and AJ, not slowing his increased pace.

“He is a hot fuck, isn’t he?” Wesley asked aloud.

“Yes, he is…let me see you shoot,” Buddy replied.

“Fuck, can he shoot again?” Hunter asked Preston in a whisper. “He looks like he has a gallon of cum on him already.”

“It might not be all his.” Preston whispered in reply.

 Wesley moved on Bobby faster, with authority, as his hand became a blur. He shuddered and slammed his ass down, taking every inch into his hole.

“OH, fuck me,” Wesley exclaimed as cum dribbled out of his cock.

Bobby pushed Wesley over to his knees and moved between his legs, shoving his cock into his loosened hole. He fucked with an impossible drive. His body glowed red and shiny, rivulets of sweat pouring down it. He held Wesley by the hips and fucked powerfully, driving into his depths. Then he looked at Buddy, mouth hanging open and eyes unfocused.

“You want to see me shoot on his ass?” Bobby asked in a slurred, exhausted voice.

“Yeah, let’s see it,” Buddy replied, easing forward in his seat to get a closer look.

Bobby pumped his hips faster, his abdomen tight, showing every muscle. He slammed forward so hard, the sound of it echoed around the patio. Then he pulled out and stroked his cock, until a few wads of cum landed on Wesley, and he smeared it along the spread ass, then pushed his cock back inside of him, all the way.

Preston looked across the patio and saw Jackson easing out of Elliot, his thick cock coming into view slowly. Elliot lay still, as Spencer ran a finger in a circular motion on his stomach, and Preston knew Spencer was playing in Elliot’s cum.

The party was over.

“Hey guys, whoever wants to crash inside, is welcome. You know there are two guest beds, and the sofa in the living room.”

“Thanks, but I need to go,” replied Jackson, getting to his feet. “I have to be on the road early in the morning,” he added as he searched for his clothes. Preston knew he had driven up in the rig for a reason, and realized he probably had a load to pick up and take somewhere.

“Hunter; are you staying?” asked Bobby.

“Yes,” Hunter replied, pressing against Preston a little harder.

“Buddy? Are you staying?” Bobby asked and it was obvious to everyone, Bobby wanted him to stay.

“Sure, I’ll crash here tonight,” Buddy replied, getting on his feet, then reaching out to help Bobby stand.

“Wesley?” Bobby asked.

“No, I have to help dad and promised to be at his place by nine in the morning. Elliot? Are you riding with me?”

“Yes,” Elliot replied as he pulled on his boxers.

“I’m out of here,” AJ stated as he picked up clothes from the patio, “who’s jeans?” he asked.

“Mine,” Elliot replied, coming to him.

“Preston, this was one for the books. Thanks for the offer, but I want my own bed tonight. Guys, I’ll see you around,” said Spencer, pulling on his jeans.

“Are you flying out Monday?” asked Preston.

“Yes. A whole week in this little village on the coast down in Mexico. I can’t wait.”

“I bet the boys can’t wait for you to arrive,” Hunter joked, and Spencer smiled, winking at him.

“Let’s get inside,” Preston whispered to Hunter and they moved to where they had been sitting. They picked up their clothes, then headed in, not bothering to put them on.

Preston wasn’t sure what Hunter and he were, what this was between them, but he felt some satisfaction at him staying. He led him to his bathroom, and they eased under the warm spray of the shower, where they bathed each other. They were so tired, they moved lethargically. Once finished, Preston dried Hunter, and pushed him to go get in bed, then he dried himself. He came into the bedroom and heard Buddy shush Bobby, while going down the hall to the back bedroom, and he smiled at the fact the two of them were going to sleep together.

On the bed, Hunter lay on his back, covers pushed down to below his knees. Preston looked at the familiar naked body, wondering if he would ever truly know him. He eased down next to Hunter, laying the same, both of them now staring up at the ceiling. He reached over and shut off the lamp, throwing the room into darkness. They lay still a long time, then he heard Hunter move. He looked over to see the dark silhouette laying on its side, facing the wall. He felt disappointed about it, this looking away instead of toward him. Did he want more from Hunter? Was it possible? He fought with his desire to roll up next to him, to spoon their bodies together. Hunter was unusually quiet, barely breathing and he wondered if he was lying there awake.

“Preston?” Hunter whispered.

“Yes?”

“Will you hold me?”

Preston smiled, as he rolled up next to him, spooning their bodies together. He wrapped an arm around the waist and held him close. There was nothing else said. Hunter drifted off to sleep, and a short time later, so did Preston.