“Go ahead,” Greg encouraged, sitting up and lightly patting me on the cheek. “Be a good boy and help out your cousin.”
I stared at Nate, ass spread behind him, the effect mesmerizing.
And so I climbed over, resting my knees at the end of the chair and then took each of his cheeks in my hands.
Nate’s ass was beautiful, if much leaner and tighter than Greg’s. The face of it was pure muscle, but then, his body was too. Whereas Greg had a sort of pillowiness about him, muscles covered in a beautiful extra layer of flesh, Nate was all sinew.
“It’s nice, right?” Greg asked, watching me, hand on his fully hard cock.
I nodded as I pressed Nate’s ass cheeks even further apart, encouraging his hole to open—smaller than Greg’s but bigger than mine—a light trail of hair surrounding it on either side.
Greg’s eyes didn’t leave mine. “Give it a try,” he prodded me.
And so I pressed my face into it, giving it the same loving treatment that I had given Greg’s, only this time with the benefit of being so fully exposed, cheeks and all, as if served up on a platter. I ran the tips of my fingers along the exterior in slow, gentle grazes as I worked feverishly on the middle, plunging my tongue inside him.
Nate’s breath quickened, and I watched his hand move down to his cock, jerking it as I pressed further within, alternating between teasing his rim and fucking it with my tongue, luxuriating in the extra bit of hair around the outside.
Greg moved from the chair, lowering himself alongside me to watch more closely. And then he placed his hand behind my head, pushing me deeper into Nate’s ass, burying my nose so firmly that it pressed into his crack, my mouth given no choice but to consume him.
“That’s it, Kev,” Greg muttered. “Suck on his ass.”
Greg raised his hand to his mouth, slicking it with spit, and then reaching between Nate’s legs, he took Nate’s dick into his fist and began jerking it for him, working him in tandem.
Nate’s body shook at our tag team efforts — my mouth on his hole, Greg’s hand on his dick — and he bent even further forward, face buried into the seat of the lounger, deeper and deeper moans escaping his mouth.
I’d never seen anyone so surrendered, so unbridled, riding entirely at the whims of the two of us, owning him.
We worked him together, ignoring our own dicks in our laser focus, Nate’s breathing continuing to quicken. I pushed my tongue harder inside, now almost fucking him with it, his hole pulsing back down on me, puckering each time I slid in.
Suddenly, Nate grabbed for Greg’s hand, stopping him mid-jerk.
“I’m fucking close,” Nate said, exhaling a long breath, his thighs trembling as he tried to control himself.
I pulled my mouth away from Nate’s ass as Greg stood up from the ground, his body lumbering above — those perfect pecs, round and tight atop his chest, the narrow of his waist, and the meaty, wide cock that pointed directly out at me.
And then he stepped back, moving towards the front of the chair where Nate’s head was still buried in the seat. I watched as he lowered himself down, and Nate lifted his head to find Greg’s dick hanging just before him.
“C’mon,” Greg muttered.
I watched, motionless, enraptured, wondering if what I imagined was about to happen would actually transpire.
And then it did.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Nate lowered his mouth onto Greg’s cock, his mouth first taking the head, then the shaft, and then, to my shock, all of it, until Greg’s enormous cock had entered him entirely, the dick that had been too large for me finding its way fully down his throat.
I almost busted right there, the sight of Nate not just sucking a dick but that dick—one so beautiful and massive— was almost too much. Watching these guys, so straight and barely affectionate towards one another, engaged in this kind of gay shit, Nate deep throating his best friend’s dick.
It was a fantasy come to life.
And while I might have been a good cocksucker, I certainly wasn’t skilled enough to take all of that.
But Nate was.
The clip of his sucking slowly sped up, that first elongated gulp morphing into a feverish feeding ritual.
“Fuuckkkk,” Greg called out, placing his hand behind Cuz’s head as he had mine the night before, and then holding it in place, he began pumping in and out of him, fucking Nate’s mouth like it wasn’t just a mouth at all, but a hole.
A pussy.
And I watched as Nate just took it, receiving every inch of Greg with such acuity that all my suspicions were confirmed.
Certainly, he’d done this before.
But before I could get too consumed with the image before me, I watched Nate’s hand reach behind for my head, forcing it back down so I was fully submerged between his cheeks again.
My mouth filled with his ass, his own mouth full of Greg’s thick, throbbing cock.
Nate whimpered as we filled him up, Greg’s cock deeper and deeper inside his throat, my tongue thrashing in his hole, his hand bucking faster and faster between his legs as he worked himself to a crescendo.
His ass clenched tighter, contracting against my thrusts, an intense energy building inside him, all of it driving him towards the brink.
And then, without any further warning, he pulled his mouth off of Greg’s cock, letting it hang, dripping and wet, in front of his face, before muttering between breaths — “I’m gonna shoot.”
But instead of letting up, I did the opposite, and as his balls contracted and shot ream after ream of nut onto the lounger, I pressed further into him, sliding my tongue ever deeper so I was practically fucking him with it, pushing the walls of his hole apart so I was all the way in.
The spray of his seed gathered underneath him, accumulating to a pool, Nate’s legs and hips bucking as he let out those last few drops until I pulled away, amazed at what had just happened.
But before I could say anything, I looked up to see Greg’s own body contracting, sweat running down his front, the muscles on his arms and chest tightening and flexing as he pumped his cock with his fist.
“I’m gonna shoot too.”
I watched as he shot his load out of that monster cock, the first hit landing onto the small of Nate’s back, just shy of where my face remained, agape. Another landed, and then another, Greg’s seed coating the entirety of Nate’s back, a beautiful mid-day shower.
I stared back in awe of the mess, the tangle of men and cock and sweat and cum on that back deck.
I didn’t know anything could be so fucking beautiful — three young guys getting each other off on the most perfect of high summer days.
Nate turned over, not even attempting to wipe the cum off his back, instead letting it mingle with his own seed, resting on the chair with Greg still half-hard looming above him.
“Fuck me,” Greg said, wiping some sweat off his brow with his cummy right hand. “I tried to hold back, but I just lost it.” He let out a deep exhale.
They each looked spent from all that exertion, and for a moment, I felt awkward, my cock still hard between my legs, covered in pre-cum and a bit of spit, but nothing else, instead forgotten.
But before I could feel too bad for myself, Nate nodded up at me. “I think Kev’s earned a little help.”
I looked back at him, surprised, the taste of their asses still on my lips.
“I think so too,” said Greg, grinning. “It’s only fair.”
And so Nate stood up, motioning for me to lie back on the seat. Gingerly, I climbed my way up, my ass meeting the wet where their cum and sweat and spit had mixed together, the cool slick of it only making me harder.
I leaned back, watching the two of them crouch down, their faces hovering on either side of me.
Nate reached for my dick, pointing it directly upwards. “You ever been sucked off before?”
I shook my head, and with that, he glanced at Greg knowingly, locking eyes with him before they both looked down again at my dick, so badly in need of a release.
“Well, now you have.”
And with that, they lowered their mouths onto me, one on either side of the shaft and head, using their tongue and lips to stroke up and down in unison, creating the perfect cradle.
I let out a yelp, hardly believing what I was seeing and feeling—the mouths of these young gods working together to suck me off, the sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
The warmth of their. The softness of their lips pressing against my cock, almost meeting the other. The way their tongues lingered at the head, teasing it just so before they returned down to the base and the beginning of my balls.
I’d already been close to coming, the load having built up inside me from servicing each of them, from watching them writhe around on my watch. But now the tables were turned. Instead of me on my knees, giving them pleasure, I was the one being serviced.
It was my turn.
“I think he likes it,” Greg said, grinning up at me, dimples in full effect.
“He definitely does,” Nate agreed.
And then they returned to my cock, working it up and down with greater speed, the mastery of them together almost mesmerizing.
I gripped the sides of the chair with my fists, the feeling of them both on me almost too much, small whimpers leaving my mouth as I used every fiber of my being not to come.
Not yet, at least.
This was too good.
But then I watched as Nate pulled away, Greg taking my cock in his hand and sucking it all for himself, working his way up and down with his thumb and pointer finger as a complement.
“Fuck yeah,” Nate said, eyes flicking between his bud and me, and then he lowered his face until it met my ballsack, so tight up against me, working it with his tongue in circles.
I watched, panting, until reaching the point of overdrive — the mixed sensation of Cuz on my balls, Greg’s mouth and hand on my cock, and the image of the two of them, prostrate, tanned and sweaty, worshipping every inch of my manhood, fully dedicating themselves to getting me off.
I gasped, and just as I was about to come — as if he instinctively knew — Greg moved his mouth away and placed a firm, full grip on my shaft, pumping it hard in rhythmic thrusts until I burst out into an all-consuming, all-encompassing orgasm.
I recoiled as the first shot hit me squarely in the face, clearing the rest of my body and running down the smooth of my cheek, only to be followed by the next and the next, one after another covering my chest and nipples and then my stomach, Greg’s hand not leaving my cock until every last drop was milked and I was fully drained, Nate’s finger just grazing the tip of my hole.
It was the most remarkable sensation I’d ever felt. The newness of being sucked off, the fact of it being by not one but two mouths — it was a story for the ages. I luxuriated in the feeling of having experienced it all — the submission of getting these two studs off, and the satisfaction of being finished off by both of their eager mouths, our dynamic finding a new mode of give and take.
I shook my head feverishly as Greg released his grip, one last grunt leaving my mouth as I reclined in the splendor at what had just taken place.
“Jesus,” said Greg, admiring what he’d just seen. “Little guy has bigger loads than both of us.”
I smiled at the compliment, realizing it was true. Young, dumb, and full of come.
“Let me help you with that,” Nate said, taking my face in his hand and using his thumb to wipe the jizz from that first shot off my cheek.
He raised it to his face and put it in his mouth, tasting it.
“Pretty good first time, I’d say,” joked Nate. “Greg certainly wasn’t that good the first time he sucked me off.”
Greg hit Cuz on the back of the head, the kind of boneheaded gesture I was accustomed to. “Prick,” he chided him.
“You were Nate’s first time?” I asked.
He nodded. “In a cabin. At sleep-away camp. When we were 14. Guess you could say we learned on each other.” He glanced over at Nate, and then back at me. “But apparently I’ve gotten better.”
If you’d told me this was a guy who liked sucking dick, let alone being almost expertly good at it, I would never have believed you.
But here we were.
They both stood up, cocks now relaxed and dangling down in front of them, somehow even more beautiful in this state than when they were hard.
“Should we hit the showers?” Greg suggested.
It wasn’t a bad idea. After all, we were a mess of sweat and spit and cum.
Nate nodded. “No fun getting clean if you’re not a little dirty first.”
But before I could turn to march inside, I watched as they made their way down to the big outdoor shower, the sun beaming brightly on what had amounted to the perfect summer day.
I followed closely behind and opened the door, its spacious interior big enough for the three of us.
Greg stood by as Nate turned on the nozzle, running his other hand under the stream to feel the temperature, making sure it was just right. And then, when it was to his liking, he positioned his body underneath the head, water cascading down his tanned body, before grabbing some soap and lathering up — first along his chest and under his pits, and then down to his taut stomach and the cock that hung beautifully between his legs.
I basked in the view. If you’d told me three days ago this was what my trip would become, I would never have believed you. But here we were, totally naked, my cousin crush no longer a secret but a reality.
“Gimme some of that,” said Greg impatiently, pushing Nate out of the way, throwing off his baseball hat and letting the spray run off his head and down the slope of his shoulders to the mounds of that meaty ass, the one that I’d eaten out only moments before.
I looked at them both—warm, soapy, so carefree and relaxed with each other, the ease of it all striking.
I didn’t know that something could be so casual, so effortless. Nothing to do but get each other off and hang out.
Greg looked over at me, my gaze watching them so intently.
“C’mon, you little come monster,” he teased, using his hand to redirect the spray towards my body, hitting my chest. “Why don’t you get in?”
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