Matt, Marcus and Miles shared a dorm room for four years of college. When they partied, they partied hearty. They quizzed each other for tests. Stayed up late studying together. Had each other's backs. The kind of friends who didn't care if they were naked in front of each other ... nothing to hide. They were camp Counselors at Camp Mclean during the summers ... as close as any brothers. Open and honest. Always there for each other. And yet, there was a veil between these young men, something in the dark the three friends never broached.
In his senior year, Matt’s girlfriend became pregnant. He suggested an abortion since he wanted to go to law school, but her religious beliefs wouldn’t allow it. He rushed to marry her, find a decent job, and secure a place to live. Marcus landed a position at a prestigious advertising firm in New York City. That summer, while working as a swimming instructor at a camp, Miles wrote his debut novel, Midnight at the Wall of Secrets. It was published and climbed to number seven on the New York Times best-seller list.
For twenty-five years, the three “brothers” stayed apart but kept in touch through birthday cards and Christmas letters. Matt’s wife left him for a doctor just two years after they married, and he never saw his son again since his ex refused to give him an address. With only a sporting goods store manager’s salary, hiring a lawyer was out of the question. Marcus sacrificed having a family to plunge into the murky waters of advertising, and he never married. Meanwhile, Miles became the king of horror novels, with Hollywood knocking at his door and turning him into a millionaire.
One unexpected call from Miles would change their lives forever. The writer had tucked himself away in a gorgeous cabin overlooking the Blue Ridge Mountains. He invited his two college buddies to join him at his retreat in West Virginia. When Matt hesitated, worried he’d be fired for taking time off without approval, Miles offered to write him a check for two years’ salary and hire a lawyer to find his son, now likely in his twenties. When Matt still resisted, Miles upped the offer—he’d pay for law school, insisting it’s never too late.
The ride pulled up in front of the property known locally as Broken Walls Cabin. Marcus stepped out of the Uber, taking in the towering, majestic mountains. The two-story cabin rose like a mountain of its own, complete with a terrace that overlooked the breathtaking view. “It’s stunning,” Marcus said in a tired voice. “Better to gaze at this Garden of Eden than at steel buildings blocking the sunlight, with millions of weary people shuffling around a small island in a grimy city that never sleeps.”
"Marcus, how would you like to live here?"
"I’ve got a meeting with a client on..."
"Don’t you think it’s time we admit it? That we tell the truth? That we stop hiding behind walls? Embrace the truth of these wasted years, brother."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Miles."
"Have you ever been married? No, is the answer. Girl friend? No! Have I had a wife? No! Have I had a girl friend? No!" Each question tearing down the walls surrounding Marcus' carefully built wall with every word."
"Would you just say what you mean?" Anger and an understanding surfaced.
"I'm tired of being alone and hiding behind walls without my brothers and what we truthfully desire. Who we are in the light of day."
Miles opened his arms and embraced Marcus; their lips came together in a passionate, honest kiss. Marcus laid his head on Miles' shoulder as tears came from his eyes stunned into silence.
"Can anyone join this conversation?" It was Matt with tears coming down his face.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough."
Matt joined his brothers in a romantic, desperate shared kiss between three men who've been hiding behind walls for years.
After a few cocktails and a few pills of Viagra the tour began. The men were shown the pool, spa, sauna, pool table, three bars, a massage table, a conservatory, a room with a radio telescope for stargazing, two hot tubs, and a master bedroom built for three, dinner was enjoyable. The men then retired to the master bedroom wearing only their underwear.
They kissed each other's bodies. Boxers and briefs were torn off. Miles took Matt's cock in his mouth, while he sucked on Marcus' fat dick. Matt fingered Miles and jacked his cock then took Matt's cockhead deep down his throat with a lot of spit. Miles was fingered Matt. The slurping sound was like an orchestra of carnal knowledge, music to their ears. Miles couldn't wait to lick on Matt's butthole as Marcus deeply tongued Miles' butthole and fingered him for good measure.
Years of longing and desire broke the damn of forbidden love. Miles positioned his 8-inch dripping cock and aimed it at Matt's butthole of lust, so tight but with a good thrust opened him up. And like a strong man, Matt's sweet hole took the entire wet and heavy cock in his begging butthole. Panting Marcus nailed an unsuspecting Miles while he aimed his cock at Matt's mouth, wiping away cum from his face.
The three hot men rose to give each other kisses and hugs yanking each other's dicks. Tongues danced in mouths. Cocks were leaking precum flowing like a wild river. Miles whacked Matt, Matt sucked Marcus while he licked Miles' butthole. The men were out of breath, dizzy and drunk on lust and exhausted but went on. Miles clapped his hand and three naked beautiful eighteen-year-old servants came in with water and towels to begin washing the men up.
Miles confessed to Matt that the blond hunk servant who was walking towards him to clean him up was in fact his own son, who is gay and wanted to be your sex slave, as he hated his mother and what she did to you. Matt, though tired couldn't wait to fuck his beautiful son.
Fresh underwear and robes were brought to each man by their hot servants.
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