Brent

Elmer

I was torn between being embarrassed and afraid for the next few days: embarrassed because of how eager I had been to swallow Brent's cum, and afraid of how he might react towards me.  So three days later when I rode my bike to the pool, I was surprised and relieved as he pedalled in behind me: "I hope you haven't been avoiding me," as he said he had a way better place to go than the pool. 

And with that, I followed him back to the storage shed, with him almost pushing me inside as he told me this was almost all that he had thought about since we were there last.  As we entered, he squoze both my tits, and took my shirt off, almost immediately.  I was crazy excited, but slow compared to him as I grabbed his crotch, and started undoing his pants.  His dick was already rock hard, and he blew his first load almost the second my tongue touched his dickhead, even before I was able to pull back the skin and lick his slit.  I swallowed even more eagerly than the first time, with him relieved that I was almost as eager as him. 

We then stripped entirely, and quietly explored each others’ bodies as I worked back down to lick his already rehardened dick, as well as his beautiful balls.  His fascination for my tits continued, as he blew his second load while sucking on my left nipple as he squoze the right one.  And after making sure I would meet him there tomorrow, I managed to get one last load out of him for the day.  He even kissed my forehead once I finished.

And so we continued, every single day, and still running into each other at the pool once in a while.  Given that we lived in a fairly quiet, small town, we even got brave at the pool, and I happily quickly sucked him off there when the opportunity presented itself. That was until we either got cursed, or got lucky, as Elmer, the lifeguard’s son, happened to walk in on us one afternoon, just as Brent shot.

Elmer was at least three years older than we were, better built even than Brent, even though his dick was not as long, although it did seem a bit thicker.  He was also uncut. Naked, he almost looked like a Greek god.  But right now he was just the guy who caught us, so I was worried, even as Brent was happily shooting right down my open throat.

Elmer decided not to waste the opportunity, and quickly pulled his own dick out:  “You can either suck it or I’ll out you.”  So Brent pushed me onto Elmer’s quickly hardening dick, and made sure I stayed there until Elmer unloaded, which happened so quickly I was guessing it was hardly his first time getting sucked off by a guy.

In the meantime, Elmer seemed impressed, and Brent was happy to brag, so he proceeded to tell Elmer all about us.  That quickly led to the three of us heading off to the mats, where we all stripped off and Brent showed off my skills, as I drained each of them one more time.  In the course of that, Brent also told him how we met there every morning, with Brent happily inviting him if he was interested.  And there began Brent trying to please Elmer, and me trying to please both of them.

It soon became clear that Elmer was at least as much into getting sucked off as Brent, with him driving the two of them there, almost to make sure I was aware they were the big guys.  Brent continued his fascination with my tits, and Elmer encouraged him to bite them, at the same time he got Brent interested in my ass:  “You do know we could fuck her, right?”

It was almost as if that thought had never crossed Brent’s mind, but Elmer was on a mission, and within a week Elmer showed Brent how to breed me.  Brent couldn’t help but want to please Elmer at that point, and within days both of them were dumping at least two loads every time, one in both holes.  I increasingly felt like their toy, if not their girl, but I had to admit I was enjoying it more and more, especially once I got used to both of them getting all the way in.

As for the two of them, they remained very discreet, although Brent did throw out that his best friend Mooney seemed almost to be getting jealous of all the time Brent was spending with me, as well as Elmer.  On Elmer’s side, his first outside reference was to his dad, who he suspected might be guessing what was going on, although he did also drop at least one reference to some kind of discussion he had had with his older brother Ron, so who knew where all that might go.  From my end, I was getting more and more addicted to their attention, so it didn’t take much for me to come to terms with having little control over what might happen from where we were.

In the meantime, the two of them would occasionally come up with something a bit radical, including Elmer making me make out with Brent on occasion, which Brent seemed happy enough to submit to, and both of them making me drink their piss every now and then.  All in all, it had become a great summer, and neither of them minded making me thank them fairly often, as Brent in particular more and more often called me his girl, every once in a while fucking me hard enough to keep me sore, with Elmer commonly egging him on, loving to hear me squeal, plus making sure at the end I always thanked Brent for taking care of what Elmer trained me to call my cunt.  We even watched straight porn a couple of times at Elmer’s house when no one else at home, mostly so the two of them could make sure I was doing what they called developing correctly, almost always leading to a discussion of where and how else they might be able to move my training ahead.