The Bug

They walked in and I said, “Well? Guess we won’t be having chicken tonight; pussies.”

They both looked at me. “Just not gonna eat rabbit, A.” They said at the same time.

I’d gone through the coolers kind of planning ahead for what we’d eat. “Really Brice? Fish sticks and tatter tots? And you Chancellor? Lunchmeat? All you think about is sandwiches’? And No fuckin bread. I’m ashamed of both of you.”

“Look A. We thought we were going to a cabin that was like your house, OK? I thought I’d have a bed and a real bathroom.” Brice announced.

“Really, Addam? We both thought that.” Chance returned.

“You guys? You make me laugh. We have a cooler, It’s solar. We can keep stuff cool and frozen; Mr. fish stick.”

Now B was standing. “Fish is good for you, Mr. smart ass.”

“Yes. Fish is good for you, What’s in those sticks, not so much. Gordon uses all the stuff you don’t eat in a restaurant. Get my drift my muscle headed friend?”

“Yeah, Brice.” Like Chance had anything to say.

“Don’t you even start. The shit in this reprocessed meat is just as bad. Do you really think turkey or ham comes in a loaf? Just stop; both of you. I brought meat; real meat. That doesn’t mean we won’t be eating chicken before we leave. Now go do something.”

I Stoked the fire pulling out the flat top grill setting it on the stove. You got to sear meat. I had raided the freezer at home pulling top-shelf beef, salmon, pork, and a bottle of my Dad’s twenty-one-year-old Scotch. My uncle had lots of storage in the cabin, you just needed to know where to look. The guys saw the fridge. I walked around the room pushing here and there as cupboards popped open.

Tonight it would be Filet. I did have a big bag of greens; bell peppers, asparagus, cauliflower, salad, canned shrimp, and a block of cheese. And three dozen hard-boiled eggs. We ate and I watched the guys who earlier were fanning smoke from the cabin because I seared the meat just a minute too long.

“Will you marry me, Addam?” Came from Brice when he took the last bite.”

“Rock, paper, scissors, Dude.” Came from Chance, and I laughed almost chocking.

“I’m flattered, really. But I cooked and you guys clean up the mess; better get started.”

I mean there wasn’t hot water but it was warm and the two of them washed as I watched. There was no way they could have planned moving their asses in perfect time washing and drying. I wasn’t gay. Looking at guys’ asses didn’t do anything for me, but, these two. I was puffing up and walked to the Deck.

I thought about this afternoon and yesterday; touching their backs and fronts. Brice was, one, big, muscle, and Chance was more lean but just as intoxicating. I’d never touched or felt another body as I did theirs. I liked it and I knew they did as well. I saw headlights on the other side of the lake but they were gone by the time I got the binoculars.

They came out, Brice with his pop can at half-staff and Chance a little harder. I’d heard them talking when they were washing up, I swear I heard Brice tell Chance he would beg for his cock. And Chance saying, dream on. I had to smile as they walked out. Both of them sat down on each side of me and sighed.

“We’ll do Rock, Paper, Scissors, to see who is in the middle,” And I won because they were so predictable, or they knew I knew.

The three of us sat on the deck knowing we were going to sleep together like we had last night and we were all good with it. We joked and told stories; remember when? But in the back of our minds, we all had ideas about how the night should go.

Brice stood and walked to the side of the deck that looked out on the lake. It was just his voice. “You may think that I’m talking foolish. You’ve heard that I’m wild and I’m free. You may wonder how, I can promise you now, this love that I feel for you guys always will be.” And there was an echo. He turned to look at us in all his glory.

“I know you’re thinking I’m talking foolish, you think that I’m wild and I’m free. You may wonder now, how I can promise you now; the love that I feel for you guys always will be.” Now he was just showing off.

“It’s not just time that we’re killing, I’m no longer one of those guys.”

We smoked with Brice giving nose hits to both of us. I was hammered when it came time for bed and at first we lay there quiet. Then, as if planned, both turned to me resting their heads on my chest and they were face to face. Now I wasn’t a big smoker and the hits had my head spinning.

“You know how great your eyes are?” Came from Brice.

“You know how smooth your body is?” Came from Chance. I pulled a little on both of them.

I watched as a hand came from each and lips moved together. I had kissed Chance briefly and kissed Brice at the tip of Chancellor’s dick. It wasn’t a dominating kiss, no tongue, but it was soft and gentle.

“You guys gonna suck my dick or what?”  I asked trying to break the moment.

They looked up at me then to my thickening shaft and both moved down. Chance went at me with a fever wanting to show he could do what Sandy did. Brice made a circle with his thumb and forefinger riding it down my cock so Chancellor could see how far he got.

“Damn your long.” He said coming up for air.

Now Brice took a turn thinking he could do better. He chocked but was eager to go further. I watched as each took a side licking up my stiff shaft and when they met at my tip there was a kiss. I could feel a hard dick on each hip; hard as a rock. Sucking me made them hard or maybe it was the kissing; either way, I was going to be the beneficiary.

Before I exploded they pulled me down a little bending me in half. Now I was looking at my dick closer to my lips than it had ever been before. Warm spit was dropping on my exposed hole and I had no idea who’s it was. When I felt dueling tongues dancing around I knew there was no way to hold it back. I reached out and touched the tip of my dick for the first time.

I did protest a little feeling a thumb, don’t know who’s rub it was. I knew cuming was inevitable so I closed my eyes not wanting a shot to blind me. When my button was touched I lost it. I knew it was there but never really explored the potential of what might happen. You could have creamed a pie with what came from me; glad I closed my eyes.

Even though I had cum a gallon those two had no intentions of letting up. I felt one spreading my cheeks, fingers, and I mean more than one, slide in and out; I didn’t protest anymore. I was able to suck the tip and with their playing, I got more than a little. Then I heard them laugh.