The Bug

So??? I like to post every couple of days; four different stories. I bring up a new chapter every four postings. Imagine what I thought when I pulled up ‘The Bug’ on my computer and saw I’d neglected this story. I had nothing. So in four hours, I typed this out.

I still use Robby’s old room as my office/library/; the place I go when the boys are using the music room. That’s what the sitting room has become. I’m comfortable in this room and if the doors are open I can hear them. Without a bed, this size is big enough for my old desk, a leather loveseat, and a chair that matches, along with a little room to walk around.

I thought I had another chapter of The Bug. I could hear the boys as my fingers went nonstop. Little Robby had the best time over the fourth. My scotch buddy; the smartest guy I know, loved what my eldest grandson could do.

So? I don’t think I explained how small this town was. Forty, year-round residents. The parade went around twice, Robby on the back of a four-wheeler; playing and singing his heart out. So as I write this I can’t help but smile, what I’m writing, and listening to Robby trying to teach his brother keyboard. RJC.

Here we were, three guys that had cum on epic proportions. My muscled friend had taken a cock and a fist up his ass and didn’t seem worse for the ware. Chance was reeling from what he did to Brice and the sight of an open ass so wide we could see inside B. I was wondering if we would ever recover from this trip.

“We need another joint,” came from Brice. “But I don’t think I can get up. In my bag.” He said to us.”

“That’s you, Chance,” I said to Him.

I thought about what the last day and a half had been, what started with jacking off 36 hours ago ended in what had just happened. I sat on a chair across from Brice wondering if he felt like I had, or even worse. He was way more muscled than Chance or me but was smaller but. Well, parts of him were.

Brice seemed to be in a blissful remembering with his eyes closed as I admired him. I realized at the same time he did as his hand went to his balls and the ring that held them confined. His balls were covered in lube and cum; they looked white as the stuff dripping off.

He lifted his head so we could look eye to eye; both of us wondering if the ring would have to be cut off or if Chance had a secret way. Now, I couldn’t help but smile, him wondering the same thing I was thinking. He kept doing the eye thing, from my smiling face then to my dick, and I tilted my head a little looking down between my legs.

“CHANCELLOR?” Came from both of us.

HE walked out with a cloud of blue smoke around his head; one smoldering in each hand. “Fuck, Dude! I would say you over packed. How many pre-rolls did you get?” And he handed one to each of us.

“Do you think you might have forgotten something, Stretch?” Brice asked taking the joint with one hand and point to his balls with the other.

“And what about me, Dumb Ass?” I asked taking a big hit and pointing at the little ring around my balls and the one around everything.

He took a chair next to me, looked at us with a stone face; then added to the blue cloud that seemed to follow him out. “OH, Fuck! Dude’s.” And he started to laugh. Then a laugh-cough spewing out smoke.

Now we were all kind of laughing, Brice and I, having to grab our balls if only to emphasize the point we were being constricted; just a little. He got on his knees, turned from on to the other, and inspected the two of us.

“DUDE’S! I bought those for me and I was able to use all three of them the way they were designed, never like this. I mean, Brice. The one around your balls is the one that went around everything. You, Ape. So I forgot one.” And the laughing started again.

“Can you get it off?” Brice asked. His laughing had stopped. “My balls aren’t gonna fall off, are they???”

“Nobody’s balls are going to fall off. At least they better not, C.” And I glared at him.

“I think?” As he knelt in front of the biggest set of balls. “If I can get a finger in I might fit two and stretch it enough.”

“Wait, one, fuckin, minute. You are gonna try and stick two fingers inside the squeeze of a boa?” Chance started at his ass, sliding a finger up that fat tube from his ass to the bottom of his balls. It was like his balls grew bigger.

“I got a finger in and here comes the other.” That was all the warning Brice had.

“You Fucker!”

Look, I can stretch it now. See?” And a shot of cum launched over Brice’s head.

“Shit. I didn’t mean for that to happen. Honest. My fingers were slippery and.”

“What, did, you, fuckin do, C?”

“My fingers were slippery. One of your balls is still in the ring. I think I can.”

“I’ll do it myself.”

“Not like that. You can’t roll it over your ball like rolling it off like a rubber. Here. I think I can get it off from the top. This won’t be as bad as your way.”

“There. It’s off. See? It wasn’t that bad.” And Brice took a big hit resting back closing his eyes.

“Look, B? I’m gonna have to do this,” and he squeezed his Balls.

A torrent of cum came from Brice as he sat up surprised and then another as a shot hit him in the face creating another laugh-attack from his cohorts. Now, that was just fuckin funny.

We all puffed a while and then my tall friend looked at me. “It’s not like you’re in the same shape he was in. Want help?”

Not on your fuckin like. I’ll do it myself.” And I reached down trying to do what he did with his fingers, the way he slid them under the huge balls of Brice.

“Not a good move, Addam. If you do it like that. See?”

And I got a little surprise of my own. How had I cum so much and how did those rings hold so… much back. Brice and I were now milking a lot of cum from our limp cocks. His was around maybe four inches. Mine laid around five. Chancellor was getting hard again. Must be the weed.