Ron’s Perspective
After I rechecked everything that we had already packed into my car, I went up to grab a quick shower. I drove to Tony and Bobby’s houses yesterday and we loaded anything they were bringing, like their sleeping bags, backpacks, non-perishable food and drinks, etc. It would save time as we wanted to get onto the mountain and to the camp site as early as possible. Last night, Tony and I had a conversation about us, and about Bobby. Tony said he wanted to tell Bobby about what we had been doing, but didn’t want to out me, so he was going to figure out a way to tell him without mentioning me. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but Tony did have a point; Bobby did confide in us. Our conversation got a little heated, but without either of us getting angry. We finally came to a mutual decision.
After my shower, I called Tony and Bobby to make sure they were ready, then finished packing up my cooler. It had large wheels in the back, but there were places I’d have to carry it anyway. I knew all three of us would be exhausted by the time we reached the camp site. We tried to choose our meals using non-perishable items, but we had agreed that we wanted steaks for dinner one night and had to have burgers and hot dogs as well. We decided to freeze them so they wouldn’t thaw out too quickly and would help to keep other things cold to save on room. Tony and I both laughed when Bobby had brought out a wire laundry cart with wheels. He thought it was a brilliant idea until we told him there were areas he’d have to carry it, and in some areas, it would be too wide. He was disappointed but took it back inside. I stopped at Tony’s first. He brought out the butter, frozen burgers, and rolls he was appointed to bring. After adding that to the cooler, he climbed into the car, and we went to pick up Bobby. Bobby had two packs of frozen hot dogs, jalapeño and cheese. Yes, we liked spicey foods. We decided on plastic bottles of mustard and ketchup rather than packets to minimize the trash we’d have to bring back. Bobby climbed into the packed car with a huge smile, “This weekend is going to be fire! I can’t wait to get to this site you guys have been telling me about. I am so amped for this weekend.”
When we parked up at the park and began loading up our backpacks and the restof our stuff, Bobby said, “This is a lot of shit to be lugging up the mountain!” Tony remarked, “Suck it up, Bobby. This was your idea.” I just grinned and kept my mouth shut. We helped each other get our gear on our backs. I had my backpack, sleeping bag and tent strapped to my back and was pulling the cooler behind me when I didn’t need to carry it. Tony had his backpack, sleeping bag and my compressed water bag strapped to his back. He was pulling a wheeled cart loaded with miscellaneous things, including a thirty-pack of beer my dad had agreed to get me. It was cans, so it wouldn’t be a burden bringing the empties back. We would be boiling the creek water and then running it through a filter for drinking water, so we didn’t need to bring a lot of bottled water with us. We probably could have just drank the water directly from the creek, but I remembered the eel-like thing that grew in my fish tank after using unfiltered spring water, so there was that thought in the back of my mind. I had purchased more solar chargers, so we wouldn’t have to worry about keeping our LED lanterns, flashlights and cell phones charged. This time we’d protect them from random rampaging animals. We were going up a narrow, steep part which was more of a deer trail than a path when I heard Bobby say, “Fuck, this is more like mountain climbing.” I stifled a laugh, but Tony assured him, “It levels out not too far up.” Once we made it to the top of that incline, Bobby said, “Finally.” Tony said, “I know, right. Ron, are we going to take a break here like we did last time? I think Bobby could use a break.” I could tell that Tony didn’t want to admit he needed a break too, “Yeah, we’re more than halfway there, so let’s take a fifteen-minute break. We brought a few bottles of water. Don’t crush them when they’re empty though. We want to be able to use them again. Bobby said, “We’re only halfway there? Fuck!” I said, “The site we’re going to is pretty secluded. I’m not sure if anyone else has camped there other than me and my dad, and of course, me and Tony a few weeks ago.”
We resumed our trek after the fifteen-minute break. We arrived at the honey suckle bushes and after showing Bobby how to taste their nectar, I saw the look in Tony’s eyes as he watched me. Fuck, I was getting boned, and the fucker knew what he was doing to me, as I recalled the conversation we’d had here the last time. I couldn’t help but smile as we made our way to the field of ferns, as Tony showed Bobby how they curled away after being touched. It was the student becoming the proud teacher. As we came to the stone wall, Bobby said, “No wonder you wanted to leave early. Will we get there before dark?” Tony snickered, “It’s not far.” As we passed the evergreen and I looped around behind it, Bobby asked, “Are you taking a leak?” Tony said, “Go see for yourself.” I knew Tony was messing with him. I was already on the other side of the wall, at our camp site when I heard Bobby say, “Why would I want to see Ron pee? He’d probably lay me out as soon as he finished.” Tony acted frustrated and said, “Fine, I’ll do it.” I grinned while waiting for Tony to come through, then I heard Bobby yell, “Tony! Ron! What the fuck!” Tony walked out snickering, then we both waited. Eventually, I stepped back through to find Bobby looking nervous, “Well, are you coming with us or not?” I then turned and went around and back through the passage to our camp site. Bobby soon emerged to find us both grinning at him. Tony said, “We’re here.” Bobby grinned, “Fucking bastards! I didn’t follow you, especially when neither of you responded. All I could think about was those horror movies where the victims are killed off one by one because they follow the previous victim right into the killer’s hands.” We couldn’t hold back our laughter. Bobby grinned, “Yeah, I guess we’re not likely to run across a serial killer up here” then he looked around the area, “This spot is lit! It’s like a fortress on one side. How did you find it? I mean that tree had to have been there for a long time. It hides the entrance beautifully.” I said, “My dad and I were hiking up here when I was around twelve or thirteen. I actually did have to piss and walked around behind the tree. That’s when I saw it. I called my dad. Of course, he asked me if I needed his help to pee, he’s always been a comedian. When he saw why I called him, we explored the area more. He asked me if I’d want to come up here camping. Of course, I said yes. It was when we were camping that we went exploring the area more and came across the cave.” Bobby said, “Yeah, I wanna see the cave, but just seeing this site is amazing." I said, “Well, let’s set up camp, then we can gather wood for a fire afterward.” Tony walked over and looked at a pile of branches and said, “Looks like the fire pit is still well hidden.” Bobby said, “What fire pit?” Tony smirked, “Exactly” then looked at Ron, grinning. It felt good to shed our backpacks.
We set up the tent and put our sleeping bags and other things inside. I left the solar LED lanterns outside to make sure they were all charged. Once we were finished setting up, we filled the solar shower and strung it up where we had the last time. Bobby was skeptical about how warm it would get. Once that was done, we went to search for firewood. We found quite a bit of kindling and some decent branches ranging from an inch up to four inches. I laughed when I saw Tony and Bobby dragging a log about six inches thick and about fifteen feet long. I said, “You two have to cut it into logs.” Tony said, “Hey, we drug it here, you should have to cut it up.” Bobby said, “I’ll work on it.” Bobby began using the tree saw to cut the log into usable lengths and I used the axe to split them while Tony cleared the camouflage we had put on the fire pit. Once it was cleared, Bobby said, “Fuck, that looks like a small fireplace!” Tony said, “Ron built it when we were here last time.”
Bobby’s Perspective
I was glad we left early in the morning. It was already hot, even in the woods, and all the gear we were carrying was heavy. The hike to the site was grueling. I thought we’d never get there. The one thing that helped make it worthwhile, besides camping, was that I was following them, and that meant following Ron. The last year I’ve been noticing his ass more and more, and now that I was becoming comfortable with the realization that I was probably gay, I wasn’t doing what I had been doing, which was focusing on something else. I was no longer being self-conscious, ashamed to look, and I was looking. Fuck, I was boned the whole way, especially when we had to climb upward. Ron’s buns were flexing and looking like two pears stuffed in his shorts. There was one steep area that seemed to go on forever. The shit was heavy, but what was worse was that my bone was making it even more uncomfortable. I really need a break, for no other reason than trying to reposition myself so I was more comfortable and less obvious. Fortunately, when we reached the top of that incline, we took a break.
We arrived at an area with white flowers. Ron called them honeysuckle bushes. He had me taste the nectar. It was really sweet. It was then that I noticed the looks that Ron and Tony were giving each other. If I didn’t know better, they seemed more than friendly glances. Maybe I was reading more into it than was there, a wishful overactive imagination. Still, it had my brain fantasizing the two of them going at it. At first, I just imagined them sucking each other’s cocks. Fuck, I’m glad I’m behind them. Even after repositioning myself, I’m sure my bone is obvious, straining my shorts. We arrived at a clearing covered with ferns. Tony told me to watch as he took one of the ferns between his fingertips. When he released it, the fern began curling up. I thought it might be dying, but Tony assured me that after a while, it would open back up. He said it was some kind of defensive trait that particular type of fern has. It was a really lit thing to see but what was also lit was seeing the bone stretching the front of Tony’s shorts. I really wanted to drop to my knees and go down on him right there. I recalled when Scott did that when they caught me beating off. Fuck, I’m going to go insane on this camping trip. As we continued walking with me watching both Tony and Ron’s butts, I fantasized Ron fucking Tony’s tight cute butt and then imagined me stepping behind Ron while he was fucking Tony, then plunging my cock into him and pressing up against those hot muscular buns. Fuck, I think I just flooded my underwear with pre!
We were walking along this stone wall and Ron disappeared behind a tree. I thought he was taking a piss. When I asked Tony, he told me to go look. I wasn’t going to go watch Ron pee. WTF! Just because I might be gay doesn’t mean I like to watch guys pee. Then Tony disappeared around the tree too. I called after them, but they didn’t respond. I was thinking that in horror movies, this is where the dummy gets curious as to what happened to his friends and follows them to the same death they had succumbed to. No way, not me. Yeah, this dummy walked around the tree too. What I found though was an opening in the wall, and Ron and Tony waiting for me on the other side with grins. Fuckers. They told me that this was the camping site. It was fire! The wall made it look like some kind of natural fortress.
We set up the tent and then brought our sleeping bags and other things inside. After that, we went in search of firewood. Tony and I found a long log and dragged it back to the site. Ron said we’d have to cut it up. I didn’t mind. The tree-saw Ron had was sharp, and I wasn’t having a hard time cutting it into shorter logs. As I cut them, Ron was splitting them. Tony was clearing branches which revealed a cleverly hidden small fireplace. Tony said Ron had built it when they camped here a few weeks ago. Ron had camouflaged it before they left. He did an amazing job. I thought it was just a pile of dead branches. After we had piled more than enough firewood for the night near the fireplace, we ate sandwiches and chips for lunch. I could have eaten another sandwich. Lugging all that wood and cutting it gave me a huge appetite.
After we ate, Ron asked if we wanted to play a game. Of course, we said yes. He went into his backpack and pulled out some washers. There were nine of them, and they were painted in three different fluorescent colors, red, orange and blue. Ron then drew a box in the dirt, then walked back using his shoes to measure the distance. When he stopped, he drew a line across the dirt. He said, “We stand here, behind the line and take turns tossing the washers. Each washer inside the box is worth a point. The person with the least points at the end of the turn has to remove an article of clothing.” Tony asked, “What if all three of us end up with the same score?” Ron replied, "Then the one whose washer is furthest from the center of the box loses.”
We each got a practice toss. It was harder than I thought it would be. None of my practice throws even made it into the box. Ron let me pick the color I wanted first. I chose orange, thinking it would be the easiest to find if it rolled into high grass or other plants. I guess Tony had the same idea, as he chose the red washers, leaving Ron with the blue. We each threw one washer to see what order we would throw first. Each turn after that, the person with the closest washer on the turn before would go first and the furthest washer would go last. We decided that you had to lose twice, then you would remove both shoes and socks. This way, we wouldn’t end up with filthy socks, my idea. Even though I lost the first turn, Tony was the first one barefoot since he lost the next two. Tony lost his T next, then I was barefoot. Ron was on fire, winning almost every turn. Soon, Tony was down to his dark blue Calvin Klein briefs with obvious wood going on. It probably felt good being barely dressed in this heat. Ron was finally barefoot after Tony’s washer hit the ground in front of the box and then rolled to the center of the box. He laughed, “Sometimes lucky is better than good.” He lost the next one and peeled his Calvin Kleins off. I looked around the area to make sure no one was watching. I know, who’d be up here watching us. Now it was down to me and Ron. I still had my shorts and underwear on and Ron also had his T on. I lost my shorts next and looked around the area before stepping out of them. Yeah, I know. Then Tony gave me a cat call and said nice BVDs, Bobby. They were red with blue striped boxer briefs. I won the next one and Ron lost his T. The next round was close, and we had to use a stick to measure it. I lost. This time, I took my time searching the woods for prying eyes. Tony joked, “What are you afraid of, a rutting deer jumping your bones?” I laughed and felt my face getting hot. It wasn’t only from the sun I then slid out of my underwear. As per the rules, I dropped down in front of Ron with my stiff cock and removed his shorts to reveal a red pair of Jockey briefs and a stiff cock trying to break through the fabric. I couldn’t help but stare at it as if hypnotized. I wanted to put my mouth on it so badly. After he stepped out of his shorts, Ron said, “Bobby, it’s Tony’s turn.” That snapped me out of it. I got up with a sheepish smile on my face and stepped back to let Tony do his part. All three of us were boned as Tony dropped down in front of Ron with a smile on his face. He reached up and took the waist of Ron’s briefs in his fingers at his hips, and then shocked the shit out of me when he leaned in and put his mouth on the front waistband before pulling them down. I watched as Ron’s cock slapped across Tony’s nose. He moved back right away, laughing, but my cock didn’t care as a drop of pre oozed out from it. Fuck! I noticed Ron look at me, then smiled.
We didn’t have a table with cookies on it, but we formed a circle anyway and jerked each other’s cocks with one hand while using our other hand to play with the guy’s balls on the opposite side. The day had been way too intense for me, and I blew my load first, onto both Tony’s and Ron’s legs. Then I felt Tony’s cock throb in my hand as he skeeted onto both mine and Ron’s legs. A minute or so later, Ron’s cock fired ropes of cum on both Tony’s and my legs. Tony then shocked me as he dropped down in front of Ron and began licking the cum from Ron’s legs. More cum escaped from my cock as I imagined Tony taking Ron’s cock in his mouth. Fuck, my cock was throbbing at the thought. I was still in a daze when Tony got up and looked at me, then said, “Well, are you just going to stand there?” I snapped out of it, then dropped down to lick Tony’s legs clean. I was so so tempted to take Tony’s cock in my mouth and from the smirk on his face, I think Tony knew it. When I got up, Ron went down and began licking my legs clean. My cock was throbbing, having Ron’s face almost level with my cock. I was horrified as a drop of pre began to string downward toward Ron’s face. He back away just in time and said, “Whoa! A little excited, Bobby?” I felt my face flush. Ron got up, then said, “Well, that was a good start. Want to take a hike and see the cave, Bobby?” I replied, “Fuck yeah!” Ron said, “Ok, hold up. Don’t get dressed just yet.” Tony and I just looked at each other questioningly. Ron went into the tent and emerged with three packets. One contained a three-pack of Hanes basic white briefs. The second was a three-pack of socks. The other contained a pack of Hanes basic white Ts, “I got these from a thrift store. We’ll wear these in the cave. We can burn them instead of bringing them back. As Tony found out, the mud from the cave doesn’t wash out easily.”
Tony’s Perspective
I couldn’t resist teasing Bobby when I was taking Ron’s briefs off. I think he was boned the entire trek up here, at least it seemed so as every time I glanced at the tent in his shorts. I tried to mimic what happened the last time we played cards, and he made sure my cock slapped him across his face. For a New York minute, I thought he was going to put his mouth on my cock after licking my legs clean. He didn’t, but I could tell he was tempted.
Since we were going to show Bobby the cave, Ron had picked up some underwear and Ts. He said we could burn them rather than taking them back with us. My mom threw out the ones I had worn there last time. She said she couldn’t get them clean. We put on the Hanes stuff. I burst out laughing when I saw Ron. The briefs looked like they were about to tear and probably would if he bent over. He’d gotten small to fit me and Bobby and didn’t want to spend extra money for a larger pack for himself. The medium T was fire on him though, form-fitting and showing off his muscular pecs and washboard abs. They fit loosely on me and Bobby, although Bobby’s pecs showed nicely.
We walked across the creek and made our way toward the cave. Bobby said, “I’m glad you know where you’re going. There’s no trail. I’d get lost out here. It took about fifteen minutes, but we were soon going up the gravel hill I remembered led to the cave’s entrance. We removed our shorts and anything else that we couldn’t wash later, then went inside the main room. Bobby looked like a kid in a candy store. He was taking pictures of stalagmites and stalactites as well as the different colors that were in the rock formations. Ron then took us into the different rooms. Bobby didn’t seem to mind getting muddy. Fuck, he almost seemed to be enjoying it. As we were moving from the one chamber to another where the small crack opened upward to a higher chamber too small to crawl into, Bobby stopped and said, “Shit, a vampire bat!” I grinned as I looked at Ron. Then Bobby said, “Just kidding. It’s a small brown bat, typical in the northeast.” My grin faded and Ron’s grew. The fucker was examining the bat and ruining my fun. The Ron rubbed it in, “You should have seen Tony when he saw a bat in here. He couldn’t get out soon enough.” Bobby said, “People tend to have a fear of bats, mostly due to myth and their appearance. They don’t go after people’s hair. They’re mostly misunderstood creatures. Other than aptly named vampire bats, most bats feed on insects. The whole hair thing probably happened on a breezy day, and some woman’s hair was blowing around. A bat got confused because fine hair blowing about could look like a swarm of insects to a bat’s radar.” I shook my head and said, “You’re no fun, Bobby.” Bobby looked at me grinning, “You were hoping I freaked out like you did. Am I right?” I gave him the one-finger salute and said, “Fuck you, Bobby.” He just grinned and then took a pic of the bat. When we got back to the main room, Bobby said, “Thanks. This cave is lit. I’d like to explore more of it at some point, wearing appropriate clothes of course. Wearing only underwear in here for too long could lead to hypothermia.” Ron said, “You’re right about that. When dad and I explored it, we wore old clothes and ski caps.” Bobby smiled, “Yeah, they come in handy, especially when you bump your head.” We gathered up our things and made our way back to camp. On the way, Bobby said, “It feels so strange walking around the woods in our dirty underwear.” I grinned when Ron corrected him, “Muddy underwear.” I couldn’t resist, and said, “Oh, no! I’ve soiled my underwear!” We laughed the rest of the way back to camp.
Once we arrived back at camp, we stripped out of our muddy clothes and hung them up to dry. We then gathered under the solar shower and Bobby prepared for the worst as Ron opened it. Ron and I both grinned as Bobby said, “This water is pretty warm, not at all what I expected.” We showered, mostly ourselves, but hands did wander to other’s bodies. When Ron turned the water off, we all felt refreshed. We didn’t bother drying off. The sun was still hot and would do that for us. Just as Ron turned the shower water off, he looked at us and said, “We’re being watched.” Bobby grabbed his junk in a panic and asked, “Where?”. Ron said, “They’re probably checking out your butt, Bobby.” I snickered as I was watching the doe and her two fawns at the creek. Then I heard Bobby say, “Aww, they’re so cute.” When I turned to look back at Bobby, he was still holding his hands over his junk. I said, “Still being modest around the deer, Bobby.” Bobby grinned and then said, “Fuck you, Tony” while giving me the one-finger salute. We continued watching them. Momma doe was keeping a close eye on us as her fawns drank from the creek. Every now and then, she would bend down and take a drink herself, but quickly enough so we wouldn’t have time to approach them. Once momma and her fawns wandered back into the woods, we helped Ron refill the solar shower. Even though there wouldn’t be enough sun left to heat it up before dark, the creek water was pretty cold and even the night air would get it much warmer than the fifty-some degrees it was now.
Once we dried off and got dressed, we built a fire to make dinner. Ron found that dead pine tree. There was no needles left on it, but it was still good enough to block the entry through the stone wall. We then rigged the tarp over it to block any light from the fire. After that, we sat down and drank a beer. After the fire burned down enough, we put the foil-wrapped potatoes on the embers and Ron set the stainless-steel grill on top to warm it up for the steaks.
The steaks were delicious and tender. The potatoes were too. Ron had brought real bacon bits and with cheese melted in and butter, they were perfect. After we cleaned up, we took the grill off and threw more wood on the fire, then played another game of washers with our stick-drawn box, but this time just for the fuck of it. Of course, Ron won, but that was a forgone conclusion. The sun had sank over the horizon and we grabbed another beer and sat around the fire. We talked about whatever came up, and then Bobby said, “Hey, I want to thank you guys for not treating me any differently since I told you that I think I might be gay. You’re the best friends I could ever have.” I glanced at Ron and he gave me a look. I said, “You’re still the Bobby we’ve known for years. You’re our friend. We’d never shun you for being honest with us, especially that.”
Bobby’s Perspective
I had just thanked Tony and Ron for not treating me any differently after telling them I think I’m gay. Tony gave Ron a strange look then assured me they’d never treat me any differently, that I was their friend. Then Ron spoke and it rocked my world, “Look, Bobby, it took a lot of courage to tell us. You risked a lot to be honest with us, and we appreciate that. It’s time we were honest with you as well.” I had no idea what was coming next, but I knew this was going to be big. I took a big gulp of my beer and waited for Ron to continue. Ron looked to Tony, who nodded, then Ron said, “Bobby, Tony and I are in a kind of relationship. We’ve been doing more than just playing strip poker and eating cum-covered cookies. We’ve been having sex together, gay sex.” It took me a minute to process what Ron had just said. I looked to Tony, thinking that any minute he was going to burst out laughing. I looked back to Ron and asked, “What are you saying? Is this a joke?” Ron then reached over and took Tony’s hand in his, then said, “No, I’m not joking. It happened about a month or two ago.” I glanced at Tony again, and the look on his face said everything. They weren’t just having gay sex. Tony was in love with Ron. Holy shit! I gulped down the rest of my beer and said, “Yeah, I can see it’s not a joke. So, you’re boyfriends.” Yeah, I said it not as a question, but as a fact. I could see it in both of their eyes. They both nodded while looking into each other’s eyes. Then Ron spoke of the reality, “The problem is, I’m leaving for college at the end of Summer, and Tony has only been with me. I want him to see other people so he’s sure. I don’t want him to regret anything.” I could feel it in how he said it, that Ron truly wanted Tony to test the waters but deep down, hoped Tony would still choose him. I could see it in his watery eyes and the look on his face. Then Tony joked, “He’s just trying to get rid of me”, then he added, “He’s stubborn about this, and I told him that I would date other people, but trust me, I’m sure.” I sat there, stunned. At first, all I could manage to say was, “Ok.” Ron then asked, “Are you ok, Bobby?” I wasn’t sure of how to reply. Was I ok? Eventually, I said, “I guess. This is a lot to take in. I thought something was up by the looks you gave each other at times, but I thought it had to do with coming out to you.” Tony then said, “I’m sorry I didn’t say more when you told me.” Ron said, “He was trying to protect me. He didn’t think he could tell you anything about himself without outing me. We discussed it last night and agreed you should know.” Ron surprised me after I asked my next question, “So, you’ve only had sex with each other then?” Ron replied, “I’m going to decline to answer that question.” Tony said, “I think Ron answered the question on my behalf a little while ago. Yes, I’ve only had sex with Ron, unless you count licking cum off your leg.” We all laughed at Tony’s remark. Then Tony asked, “What about you, Bobby? Was it only your teammate?” Fuck! Why didn’t I expect that. Shit! What do I tell them? Fuck! I can’t tell them about Scott and Kevin. I said, “No, Chad wasn’t the only one, though he was the first. I was caught jerking off in the woods after thinking about what happened between me and Chad. I was about to run, but they talked me out of it and one of them took my cock and began stroking it while the other one was talking to me. Then the first guy dropped down and sucked my cock. Before I knew what was happening, I was on my knees looking at the second guys cock. It was almost hypnotic, staring at it, like it was tempting me. The guys were encouraging me, and then I was sucking his cock. Then I was sucking the other guy’s cock. They both skeeted in my mouth and then they both sucked my cock. When I was ready to cum, they kneeled side by side with their mouths open and I shot mostly in their mouths, but some splashed on their faces. They licked each other clean. I can’t tell you their names, but they are around our age. So, now what?” Ron and Tony looked at each other, then Tony shrugged. Ron then asked, “Want to play some five-card draw?”
Ron got out a deck of cards and moved our chairs around Ron’s foldout table near the fire. We also had LED lanterns around, so we had plenty of light. Before long, I was down to my briefs. Tony and Ron still had their shorts on. Ron lost the next hand and stepped out of his shorts. Fuck, that big hard cock of his was straining to tear through those briefs. I could even see part of the shaft where it was stretching the leg opening. Then I was stripping out of my briefs. I had lost, but that was fine with me. It felt wicked sitting out here in the woods, naked. Ron then lost his briefs too, leaving Tony grinning, still in his shorts. He stood up and grinned at Ron, “Well, I guess you’re first.” Ron then suggested, “Why don’t we take this into the tent?”
We moved inside the tent, then Ron dropped to his knees and removed Tony’s shorts. Ron then moved aside while remaining on his knees. I got on my knees in front of Tony. When I looked up, Tony was grinning at me. I took his briefs in my fingers at his hips, then took the waistband in my teeth. My nose was pressed against his abs. Then I slowly pulled his briefs down. Like last time, his cock sprung out and slapped across my cheek. It was just like last time, until it wasn’t. Once I had his briefs around Tony’s ankles, I moved back up and looked at Tony, who was looking at me as if waiting. I looked back straight in front of me at Tony’s cock, inches from my lips. It had a slight upward curve with an arrow-shaped head. There was a drop of pre at the tip which seemed to be calling to me. I stuck out my tongue and swiped it up. I could feel Ron watching me. His big cock was right next to me. I could feel the heat. Then it happened. I leaned forward and took Tony’s cock in my mouth and began sucking it. I heard Tony’s voice, encouraging me, “Yeah, Bobby. That’s it. Suck it.” I reached over and put my hand on Ron’s cock. It felt really hard and very warm. I began to stroke it as I sucked on Tony’s cock, tasting his pre as it flooded my mouth. Ron pushed my hand from his cock and suddenly, holy fuck, Ron’s lips were on my cock, sucking it! I heard him moan as I must have instantly poured a gallon of pre into his mouth. I had to concentrate on sucking Tony’s cock or I’d skeet in a few seconds. Then Ron guided us all onto the sleeping bags and we were soon all involved; I was sucking Tony’s cock, Ron was sucking mine, and Tony was sucking Ron’s big cock. After a while, we switched, and I had Ron’s big slab of meat in my mouth, while he sucked on Tony’s and Tony sucked mine. Tony was playing with my ass and when I felt his finger rake across my pucker, I lost it. I groaned on Ron’s cock as I pumped my load down Tony’s throat. I guess that broke the dam and I heard Tony whine on my cock as he must have been filling Ron’s mouth. Fuck, that big thing seemed to grow even fatter before a wad of Ron’s seed hit the roof of my mouth, followed by another and another. I began to swallow, wanting to get it all, allowing none to escape around my lips. We each insured we cleaned every drop of cum from each other’s cocks before allowing them to slip from our mouths. Then I heard Tony break into a giggle. Ron and I began laughing as well, then Ron said, “That was fucking fire!” I agreed, “Yeah it was.” Tony said, “Same.” We laid there for a bit, then decided to go back outside.
We put our briefs back on then sat around the fire, each drinking two more beers while talking about our day. I felt fucking fantastic. I haven’t felt this relaxed in weeks. My fucking best friends were gay too, and boyfriends at that. This was a perfect day. When the fire died down to just dark embers, we decided to head in for the night. We decided to spread my sleeping bag open and use it as a pad, then connected Ron and Tony’s bags together and all three of us climbed inside with me on one end, Tony in the middle, and Ron on the other end. It wasn’t long before we were all asleep.
TBC
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