Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 21:26:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Brew Maxwell <brew_drinker23@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Adventures with Nick, Part Five

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My Adventures with Nick, Part Five

	I woke up first the next morning.  We had gone to sleep fairly
early by my standards, but what woke me was the chill in the air.  The
window was open, and Nick had kicked most of the cover off me.  He was
completely undraped.  My cock was out of his butt, of course, and we no
longer provided the warmth to each other we had given the night before.  I
checked my watch, and it was 7:30.
	I looked carefully at Nick's gorgeous body.  In its completely
relaxed state, it was the picture of symmetry and perfection.  His face
looked like it belonged to a little boy whose innocence radiated from him
like a golden glow.  Even relaxed his pecs and abs were well defined, and
his cock, now in its smallest state, more than doubled mine in size.  I
wanted badly to touch him, to arouse him.  But I didn't.  Instead, I
carefully got out of bed, went downstairs, and made a pot of coffee.  I
knew Nick would want some as soon as he woke up, and it seemed like such a
little thing I could do for him.
	As I sat naked at the table in the kitchen, waiting for the coffee
to brew, I thought about my questions about my sexuality.  I hadn't been
happy, really, since Michael graduated last June.  We had seen each other
during the summer, of course, but we both had jobs and our time together
was limited.  He met new people where he worked, and he partied with them a
lot.  I was a little jealous, but the time we spent with each other had
been the same as always.  More than once I had felt a kind of tension
between us that I now realized was entirely sexual, but nothing ever came
of that.  Michael was straight, I assumed, and he would suffer no advances
from me or any other boy.  When he left for Emory, I entered a void.  My
mom was gone much of the time.  I didn't have any other close friends.
School work didn't really interest me.  I was, in short, very unhappy.
	Then came Wednesday and, with it, Nick.  I realized that morning
that I was happy.  Really, truly happy.  I had a friend.  More than a
friend.  A buddy.  And what a buddy he was.  This boy seemed to know
everything about sex.  What's more, he had a gentleness and sensitivity
that were positively heroic.  I realized that describing someone as a Greek
god is entirely cliche, but that's really the only thing I could think of
to say about his looks and his body.
	At school Nick blended in well.  He asked questions and volunteered
answers in class, but it was pretty obvious physics wasn't his first love.
He had an ease and grace among the other boys that I had admired from the
first, and teachers treated him with the kind of respect they typically
reserve for the very best students.  He never bragged about sexual
conquests the way other boys did, and, while his demeanor suggested
experience, his talk suggested virginity and innocence.  He was funny,
sharp, and kind of "aw shucks," all at the same time.  He had smoked since
he was twelve, but he didn't join the "butt brigade" between classes or
before school.  I wonder how many guys at Colton even knew he smoked.
	The coffee pot finished its work, and I poured two cups of coffee,
one for Nick and one for me.  I put cream and sugar in his, the right
mixture, I hoped.  I decided to go upstairs with the coffee in case he had
awakened.  If he was still asleep, I'd just sit and take in the splendor of
his body.
	I had left the bedroom door ajar, so I was able to open it easily
with a nudge.  When I walked in, Nick spoke: "Good morning."
	"Good morning," I replied.  "I brought you some coffee.  I hope
it's the way you like it."
	He tasted the hot coffee carefully and pronounced it perfect.  He
slapped the side of the bed to indicate for me to rejoin him, and I did.
He had apparently gotten up to go to the bathroom and had closed the
window, so it wasn't as chilly as it had been.  He wasn't covered at all,
and I didn't cover up either.  Nick lit a cigarette and offered me one.  "I
love to smoke when I drink coffee," he said, "especially first thing in the
morning."  "Umm," I replied.  I didn't usually smoke until after I had
eaten something, but that was okay.
	"When did you wake up," he asked.
	"7:30," I said.
	"What time is it now?"
	"About ten minutes to eight."
	"Oh, so you haven't been up that long."  We were both quiet for a
few moments.  I was wondering whether I should start something or let Nick
take the lead.
	"What do you want to do today," he asked.
	 I grinned mischievously.
	"I mean besides that, asshole.  Would you like to go fishing?"
	"Yeah."  My answer was rather tentative.
	"Have you ever been fishing before," he asked.
	"No," I said.
	"Well, I'll teach you how to fish.  The lake's stocked with trout
and bass and brim, and I think there's probably some catfish in it, too.
We'll get some sun, catch some fish, and fuck like wild men."
	"That sounds good to me," I said.  Nick apparently hadn't shaved
since. . . when?  Wednesday morning?  He had a nice, even glaze of light
brown stubble that made him look even sexier than he already did.  He put
his hand to his face to scratch it and said,
	"Shit, I forgot to shave yesterday.  Let me do it right now."  He
started to get out of bed.
	"Nick, please don't," I said.
	"You don't want me to shave?"
	"No, I really don't.  That stubble makes you look sexy."
	He blushed a tiny bit, I think, and was obviously flattered by what
I said.  I read somewhere one time that sex increases beard growth.  They
came to that conclusion by comparing the amount of beard sailors shaved off
during long cruises to the amount after shore liberty, when, presumably,
they had sex.  It was always more after liberty.
	"You think I look sexy," he asked in all apparent innocence.
	"Jesus Christ, Nick, sometimes you say stuff that absolutely floors
me.  You're serious, aren't you?"
	"What do you mean?"
	"You're serious in wanting to know if I think you're sexy."
	"Well, yeah, I guess," he said.  He was definitely blushing now.
	"Nick, my friend, you're the sexiest guy I've ever seen.  You exude
sex.  You give statues hard-ons and make menopausal nuns hot to trot.  You
stand sexy, you walk sexy, you talk sexy, you smoke sexy, you . . . ."
	"Come on.  Don't bullshit me."
	"I'm not bullshitting you.  Don't you notice people looking at you?
In the grocery store the other night, everybody who passed you gave you the
once-over.  You didn't see that?  I thought the guy behind us in line was
going to stare right through you.  And the waitress in The Climatis?  You
didn't see the way she looked at you?"
	"Tell you the truth, I have noticed people looking at me.  I
thought they found me odd or something.  It used to really bother me when I
was younger.  Every time I took my shirt off, people would really stare at
me.  Last year my P.E. teacher would 'supervise' the shower room, but only
when I was in there.  At first that pissed me off, but then I got used to
it.  You really think people look at me because they think I'm sexy?"
	"Fuckin' aye, man.  I tell you what, buddy, you've had more sexual
experience than most fifty-year-old men, but in some ways you're naive."
	"Sean used to say that about me, too.  That isn't a compliment, is
it?"
	"Nick," I said, "of course it's a compliment.  That's part of your
charm, part of what makes you so fucking sexy.  Do you think Sean or I
would insult you?"
	"I hope not," he said with a vulnerability in his voice that I
would never have dreamed could be there.
	"Lay back," I said.  "I'll show you how I feel about you."
	So this was my opening, I thought.  I had wondered how things were
going to proceed.  After disposing of the coffee cups and ashtray, I got
down to business.  Up until now Nick had controlled all of our sex.  He was
the experienced one I had wanted, after all, and he had taught me a great
deal in a very short time.  His teaching, coupled with my fertile
imagination, was about to pay off.
	"You let me take over, okay," I asked.
	"Okay," he said.
	I started with his mouth.  We kissed long and hard and deep.  In a
matter of second, both of us were hard.  I moved to his neck, licking and
sucking at his stubble-covered skin.  I tested his left ear, and he
responded as I thought he would.  I moved to his chest.  While I licked and
sucked at one nipple, I tweeked the other one with my hand.  Then I moved
down his chest.  The shaved hair of his chest and stomach was beginning to
erupt, and I traced it with my tongue and lips.  I lingered at his navel a
moment or two, and he seemed to like that a lot.  From there it was on to
paydirt.  I started at the base of his cock and made my tongue into a tight
point.  I moved upward slowly, and I tickled and rubbed the insides of his
thighs as I went along.  I took the head of his cock into my mouth when I
arrived there, but in a second I was back at the base to start all over.
After several trips, Nick was moaning with pleasure.
	Then I moved to his nuts.  I took one into my mouth and gently
sucked it.  Then I switched to the other one and did the same.  After
several switches, I moved further down to the spot between sack and hole,
and I gave it a thorough licking.  His asshole was next.  Nick had worked
me over very well the night before, and I wanted to reciprocate.  I pushed
his legs back toward his shoulders, and he moved them into position with
the ease of a contortionist.  I worked his asshole with my tongue.  It
opened readily for me, and I stuck as much of it as I could into is hole.
I moved my tongue around inside.  Once again Nick moaned, and his hips
began a gentle thrust.
	By now his cock, and my own, were wet and sticky, so I decided to
give it a try without the benefit of KY or Vaseoline or anything but our
natural juices.  I moved up in the bed and inserted my leaking penis into
his butt.  He took it all.  There was none of the tentativeness I had
inadvertently demanded the night before.  This man wanted me and was ready
for me.  He sighed deeply as I entered him all the way. He wrapped his arms
around my torso, and we began our rhythm of love.  Three, four, five times
Nick kept me from coming by tightening his muscles.  I extracted myself
from his grasp to try to bend down to suck his cock, but I lacked the
flexibility to do it.  He didn't grab hold of me again.  Instead, we fucked
and fucked and fucked to oblivion.  When finally I couldn't hold back any
longer, I whispered that I was about to come.  Nick grunted, and, as though
on cue, he came with me.  Our mutual orgasm was complete.
	I stayed in him a long time.  I thought about starting the
thrusting all over again, but I was so drained that it wasn't appealing.  I
rested my head on his chest and listened to his heart.  When it finally
regained its normal beat, I lifted myself and withdrew from him.
	I moved up beside Nick at the pillow.  Our legs entwined and our
cocks touched.  We held each other, and his cum on his chest smeared
against me.
	We stayed like that for a long time, savoring each other and the
moments we had shared as one.  Finally, Nick broke the silence.
	"God, that was good."
	I beamed.  I had pleased my buddy, and that pleased me.
	We disengaged and Nick said he wanted another cigarette.  We
smoked.
	"Brad," he said, "you're definitely getting the hang of this."
	"I had a great teacher," I said.  Nick blushed slightly and was
obviously pleased at my remark.
	(Nick didn't shave that morning or any other morning we were at the
country place.  On Tuesday he showed up at school with a five-day growth of
beard, and heads really turned when he walked down the hall.  It was a
tradition at Colton Academy that second semester seniors who could do so
grew facial hair.  Nick told me he couldn't risk a beard at the clubs, so
he shaved the next day.  But his beard on Tuesday let everybody know he
could compete with the best of them in the facial-hair department, and it
let me know he was announcing to the world, albeit with a symbol only I
understood, that he was my buddy.)
	I wasn't sure at that point where we were headed next.  I wanted
Nick to do for me what I had done for him, but I was a little shy about
asking.  As though he read my mind, Nick made the first move.
	He shifted his position to his side, propping his head up with his
right hand.  With his left hand he started drawing little figures on my
chest.  He circled my nipples and ran his hand down my torso to my pubic
hair.  He pulled at it gently, teasingly, and then he took my cock in his
palm.  I was already well onto a boner, and in a second he had stroked me
rock hard.  He said, "Make me hard, buddy."  I took his cock into my hand
and caressed it to full erection.  Then Nick got between my legs and went
to work on my balls and asshole with his tongue.  When my hole was
lubricated with his saliva, he used his fingers.
	"Your hole is still a little tight, but it's a lot easier for me to
get inside than it was the first time we did this.  I think you're ready
again for my dick."  He lifted my legs up and put them over his shoulders.
He moved up to me and slowly inserted about three inches of cock into me.
I made a conscious effort to relax my ass muscles, and he continued moving
in slowly.  Nick was making a lot of pre-cum, and that, coupled with the
saliva, was all we needed for a clean, smooth entry.
	Once Nick was fully in, he kissed me, giving me all of his tongue.
Then he moved to my nipples and sucked each one to a state of full
erection.  He hadn't moved inside me during all of this.  When he started
fucking me, it was slow and delicious.  Each long stroke said "take me, I'm
yours."  Nick continued at his slow, steady pace, and I matched him thrust
for thrust.  It was like we were one organism fulfilling itself.  I had to
squeeze a couple of times to keep from coming, and eventually the urge was
too strong to resist.  "Nick, it's time," I said.  "I know it, buddy," he
whispered.  "For me, too."  We grabbed each other tightly when we came, and
we bucked against each other in a perfectly timed rhythm.
	Nick didn't pull out of me when he had spent himself.  Instead, he
did something that I still marvel at.  Without backing out so much as an
inch, he lifted my right leg over his head, turned me on my right side, and
moved up behind me.  "I'm not done with you yet, Brad," he said.  We hadn't
begun to lose our erections, and Nick started pumping again.  The new
position produced new sensations I hadn't yet felt.  He draped his left arm
over my thigh and started pumping my cock.  This time the movement wasn't
slow and deliberate, as it had been last time.  This time it was hard and
fast.  In and out, in and out.  I gasped with each thrust, and I had to
struggle to keep up with him.  When he sensed I was ready to come, he
pulled downward on my dick, stretching the sensitive band just under the
head.  This made me wild, and I bucked with the greatest force I had ever
felt from inside me.  Once again Nick had managed to give me a unique
orgasm that left me breathless.
	Nick stayed in me a long time.  We didn't talk, and the warmth
between us, with him holding me and the two of us pressed together,
communicated more emotion than mere words could ever do.  Finally, his
stomach growled, and that made us laugh.  We separated and got up for the
day.  It was already 9:30, and we were missing the sun.
	We had cum all over us, but, as usual, we didn't wash.  I was
beginning to get used to Nick's ways, and I had to admit I was beginning to
like them.  Nick suggested we wear shoes, and I quickly agreed.  Nick took
something out of the back pocket of his jeans.  He also grabbed a backpack
and his cap, and we went downstairs to begin our day.

	In the kitchen we found a box of fresh doughnuts on the counter,
and Nick said Bob or Tony must have dropped them by.  We each ate five or
six and drank another cup of coffee.  Nick retreived the envelope he had
gotten from his jeans out of the backpack and said, "How many times did you
come yesterday?"
	"I think it was eleven," I said.
	"That's what I think it was, too.  So let's say eleven times.  Now
let's see what we wrote down yesterday morning."
	He opened the envelope and took out the two slips of paper.  He
placed them both on the counter before us.  Mine said "six" and his said
"ten."
	"Well, buddy, it looks like we beat our previous records," he said.
	I'm not sure I really believed Nick's "previous record," but I was
flattered nevertheless.
	"You're some hot little fucker; you know that?"  He grinned at me
and I smiled.  "We won't have to do this again," he said.  "I just wanted
to see how you compared to Sean. You kicked his ass."
	Nick packed some snacks into the backpack.  He got about a dozen
beers out of the cooler and put them in a plastic ice chest from the
pantry, covering them generously with ice from the ice machine.  He also
got some kind of leather kit from a closet in the kitchen.  "This is for
cooking fish," he said.
	We went outside and into the pavillion to get fishing equipment,
which included a small spade to dig worms.  The pile of stuff was too big
to carry all the way to the lake, so we decided to take Nick's car down to
the lake.  We loaded all the stuff in the trunk, and we were off.
	Morning at the lake was prettier than the afternoon before had
been.  After we unloaded, we dug worms in the soft loam of the forest and
quickly filled a styrofoam cup with a couple of dozen.  "This should be
more than enough," he said.
	Nick showed me how to bait a hook and cast it out into the lake.
There was a dock near where we had been yesterday, and we stood on it
trying to catch fish.  Nick got the first one, a trout, he said, that
looked large to me.  I got a bite on my line, and Nick talked me through
the process of hooking the fish and reeling it in.  I was really quite
excited by this accomplishment, and I realized the joy of fishing for the
first time.  We kept this up for some time.  A few got away, but pretty
soon we had eight nice ones.
	We went back onto the shore, and Nick pulled out a rather large,
sharp knife from the backpack.  He showed me how to cut off the head and
how to gut and scale a fish, and he handed me the knife to try it.  I can't
say it was pleasant work, but I accomplished the task easily enough.
Together we cleaned them all and then went down to the lake to clean our
hands with a bar of soap Nick had brought for that purpose.
	The leather kit contained a portable grill but no fuel.  We had to
hunt for wood to burn to cook the fish.  We gathered what we needed, made
the fire, and cooked the fish over the oak coals that soon developed in the
grill.  The leather kit had four metal plates and four forks.  We used
those to eat our lunch, washing it all down with our fourth beer of the
morning.  I had developed a bit of a buzz, and the delicate flesh of the
fish didn't do much to take that away.  The fish were surprisingly tasty,
considering we only had little packets of salt to season them with.  We
each ate four and pronounced ourselves stuffed.  We cleaned up quickly.
	The backpack had a small blanket in it, and we spread that out to
lie down on.  Neither of us was apparently interested in sex, but nap we
did.  About two o'clock we were awakened by the sound of a pickup truck
blaring loud music with a pounding bass.  Shit, I thought.  We're caught.
Nick didn't seem a bit purturbed.  "That's just Bob," he said.  "Or Tony.
Probably Tony, judging from the music."
	The truck stopped on the road, and a good looking young guy in his
early twenties started walking down toward us.  "That's Tony," Nick said,
but not loud enough for him to hear.  "Tony Clements."
	"Hi, guys," Tony said, his face wide with a grin.  Here Nick and I
were stark naked except for our Nikes and socks, and this guy was fully
dressed in jeans, a tee shirt, and boots.  It would have been stupid to try
to cover myself, so I did nothing.  Nick stood up to welcome Tony, and I
followed Nick's lead.
	"Hi, Tony.  What's up?"  Nick was his usual friendly self.
	"Not much, what's up with you?"
	"The same.  Tony, this is Brad Macmillan.  Brad, this is Tony
Clements."
	Tony and I shook hands. He looked me up and down, lingering on my
privates, which were anything but private at that moment.
	"So what have y'all been doin'?  Fishin'?"  Tony had a Mississippi
accent.
	"Tryin' to," Nick said.  "We got eight, but they're in here now."
Nick rubbed his stomach to indicate we'd eaten the fish.  "Wish you had
stopped by earlier.  You could have helped us with them."
	"Tell you the truth, Nick, I don't much like fish.  But I
appreciate the invite."  After a moment's pause, Tony continued.  "Did
y'all get them doughnuts I left in the kitchen this mornin'?  I figured
y'all was probably hungry."
	"Yeah, thanks, man.  They were good.  You want a beer," Nick asked.
	"What would my bossman say, you reckon," Tony asked with a grin.
	"And who might that be?  Bob?"  Nick chuckled at what I took to be
a private joke.
	"No, not him.  You."
	"He'd say if you don't take that beer, you're a damn fool on a hot
day like this."
	"I thought it might be something like that."  Tony accepted the icy
longneck from Nick, who also handed one to me and got one for himself.
	We all sat down.  Nick and I sat side by side on the blanket, and
Tony sat on the ground opposite us.  Nick offered smokes all around, and we
all lit up.
	"So where's ol' Bob today," Nick asked.
	"Bob ain't here, Nick.  He got a call day before yesterday that his
mother fell and busted her hip.  He had to go into the city to stay with
her in the hospital.  I don't expect him back until sometime late next
week.  His mom ain't that old, but they had to operate on her, and she
needs somebody to stay with her in the hospital."
	"So that means you're all alone," Nick asked.
	"Well, this ol' boy from home is supposed to be coming in a couple
of hours.  He's gonna spend the weekend with me to keep me company."  Tony
grinned.
	"Ain't you hot in them clothes," Nick asked.
	"I was just thinkin' they's a bit oppressive in this heat.  You
mind if I get comfortable?"
	"Hell, no, man.  That's what it's all about."  Nick looked at me as
Tony pulled his tee shirt over his head as if to say a new adventure was
coming my way.
	After the shirt, Tony pulled off his boots and socks.  Then he
stood up to take off his jeans.  He wasn't wearing any underwear, either,
and I wondered if I was the only guy in America who wears underwear with
jeans.
	Tony's body wasn't as big or well defined as Nick's, but nobody
would think they could get away with kicking sand in his face.  He was
tanned all over, like Nick, and he had no more body hair than I did.  His
cock, now soft, was not as big as mine, and I felt a little relief.  I had
imagined another six-incher flopping in my face.  My soft cock is no more
than two and a half inches, and Tony's must have been about two inches.
	"Can y'all make some room for me on that blanket, so I won't get
sand in my ass?"
	We all laughed, and the three of us managed to form a kind of
triangle on the blanket, facing inward toward one another.
	"What have y'all been doin' for fun," Tony asked.
	"I bet you can guess," Nick said slyly.
	"I bet I can, too," Tony said.  Just then Tony noticed Nick's
nipple ring.  He reached over and started to play with it, and Nick didn't
stop him.
	"What's this shit all about," Tony asked.
	"It's a nipple ring, asshole.  What the fuck you think it is?"
Nick's tone was light and joking.
	"What's it for?"
	"Keep working it like you're doing, and you'll see," Nick said.
	Then Tony reached for my nipple closest to him.  "What about you,
stud?  Where's your tit ring?"
	Nick started rubbing my other nipple.  I caught on to what was
happening, and I started in on Nick's free nipple and on the one of Tony's
that Nick didn't have.  The three of us pulled in a little closer.  Nick
opened his legs.  Tony opened his and put one on top of Nick's.  I did the
same, putting both my legs on top of the other guys'.  Nick adjusted the
symmetry of our little circle by lifting his leg over mine.  We all scooted
in a little more so that we were very close to one another.
	In a matter of a few seconds all of us had hard-ons.  I was
embarrassed a little at first.  I mean, I had just met Tony, and here we
were in a rather intimate posture.  I got over that momentarily, though.
Tony's cock interested me.  Like mine and Nick's, it was circumcised.  It
was nicely shaped, but it wasn't any bigger than my own.  I liked that
fact.
	In a few minutes we abandoned nipple-rubbing for cock rubbing.
Nick took mine in his hand, I took Tony's, and, of course, Tony took
Nick's.
	"This is the way a circle jerk is supposed to be," Tony said.
"Five bucks for the guy who comes first."
	"You're on," Nick and I said in unison.  I figured this was a
contest I was bound to win.  I concentrated on reaching my orgasm.  Nick
took the challenge seriously, too, and he started moving into Tony's hand
to match his rhythm.  In a second Tony was doing the same to me, so I
joined in.  It must have presented quite a sight to a casual
observer--three guys, stark naked, humping each others' hands in the middle
of the woods.
	Despite all my inexperience in such matters, I didn't win the bet.
Tony did.  He shot his load within a minute of starting to hump.  He was
using his left hand on Nick, and he put his right hand over mine on his
shaft and aimed it first at Nick and then at me, splashing cum onto both of
us.  He laughed a little.  He didn't quit, though.  He apparently intended
to see us both through to the end.  Nick was the next to pop.  He followed
Tony's example and hosed both of us down.  In a few seconds I reached my
climax and did the same.
	This must have been one of those purely physical orgasms Nick
talked about the other night.  It wasn't bad--is coming ever "bad"--but it
wasn't nearly as intense as the orgasms Nick had given me.  I was ready to
relax and finish my beer, but Tony and Nick had other ideas.  Together they
pushed me backward and made me turn over.
	"Get up on all fours," Tony said, and I complied.  He went to work
on my butthole, while Nick presented his cock to my mouth.  I sucked Nick
enthusiastically, and Tony tongued my nuts and hole with obvious skill.
Nick had taken my anal cherry with gentleness, and I wondered if Tony would
be that patient.  I tried to relax the sphincter muscle inside me, even as
I tried to concentrate on giving Nick what he deserved.  Tony pushed his
way into me with greater ease than I expected, and in a minute he and Nick
were rocking me back and forth, cocks in mouth and ass.  Tony's hand was
under me jerking me off.
	In a minute, Nick told Tony he wanted to switch places.  Oh, God, I
thought.  How can you do this to me, Nick?  When Tony knee-walked to my
front entrance, I was pleased to see his cock was completely clean.  What
the fuck, I thought.  I'm sure this had to happen eventually.  It might as
well be now.
	I steeled myself for a nasty, bitter taste from Tony, but I was
surprised.  His cock tasted better hot from my ass than Nick's had tasted
greased down with tanning butter.  I could take a much larger portion of
his cock than I could Nick's, and in a few seconds I felt his pubic hair
tickle my nose.  Wow!
	Meanwhile, Nick slid all the way into me in back, and the rocking
between them resumed.  Nick worked my meat as Tony had done, and, after a
couple of squeezes of my internal muscles, all three of us came.  Nick did
his best to make this orgasm memorable, and it was because it was the first
time I took on two guys at once.  But it wasn't as good as my climaxes with
Nick by himself.  Tony's cum tasted different from Nick's, and Nick later
explained that each man has a distinctive taste, similar to every other guy
but slightly different as well.
	We sort of collapsed in a pile on the blanket, and after a few
minutes we disentangled ourself.  It was hot, and all of us were covered
with perspiration.  Tony was the first to speak: "Your ass is good, Brad,
but I think your mouth is better."  I wasn't sure how to reply, or even if
a reply was in order, so I just said "Thanks" and left it at that.  We all
wanted cigarettes, so we sat and smoked.  Tony kept looking at me
admiringly.  I was a little surprised at this, since Nick is the one who
usually gets the attention.  Finally, Tony spoke again: "You're a sexy guy,
you know that.  I hope we can get to know each other better."  It was
obvious he was addressing himself to me, and I'm sure I must have blushed.
	"Who's the guy coming down to see you this weekend," Nick asked.
	"His name is Sam," Tony said.  "He and I have been best friends and
buddies since the eighth grade.  He comes down here sometimes when Bob's
away.  You ain't never met him, but I think you'll like him."
	"Why don't you guys come up to the house and eat with us tonight,"
Nick offered.
	"Ah, man, we don't want to crowd y'all," Tony said.
	Nick looked at me for my reaction to the exchange.  I was beginning
to like Tony, and I liked the idea of spending some time with him and his
friend.  "You won't be crowding us," I said.  "Besides, it would be a
chance for all of us to get to know each other better."  I think I was
starting to be attracted to Tony, but I didn't want to be too obvious about
it.  Hell, the truth is I wanted to fuck his brains out and have him fuck
mine out.  I knew Nick wouldn't care, and it didn't change the way I felt
about him.
	"Well, what time," Tony asked.
	"I don't know.  When's he supposed to get here," Nick asked.
	Tony asked me what time it was, and I told him three o'clock.
	"I expect he'll be pullin' in about four, maybe a little later.
Would five be okay?"
	"Great," Nick said.  "Or earlier."
	Tony stood up then.  He said he had a few things he had to take
care of before Sam showed up and that he would see us later.  He picked up
his clothes and boots, but he didn't dress.  He got into his truck and
drove off.
	"All right.  Let's talk," Nick said with a rather serious look on
his face.
	"What's wrong," I asked.
	"Nothing's wrong.  As far as I'm concerned.  Are you okay with all
of this?"
	Wonderful Nick.  Did he ever think of himself?
	"Nick, I had fun.  I've been thinking about what you said about
this being a memorable weekend for me, and I've decided I'm going to take
advantage of whatever turns up."  Nick grinned at this.  "Is that what the
'let's switch' bullshit was all about?"  He grinned harder and nodded.
"Bastard," I said.  "I thought I was going to barf.  You fucker!"  Nick
thought this was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.
	"It wasn't bad, though, was it?"
	"No, Nick, it wasn't.  In fact, even with my ass-juice he tasted
better than you did," I said.
	"You're not joking, are you," Nick asked.
	"No, I'm not, Mr. Tanning-Butter-Dick."  We both howled.
	"Seriously, Nick, Tony seems like a nice enough guy.  He's not you,
you understand, but he's okay.  Besides, he's hot for my ass."  We both
laughed.
	"Slut," he said.
	More laughter.  Then Nick said, "I don't know this guy Sam.  In
fact, I don't know Tony all that well.  He and Bob have been together about
six months, but this is only the second time I've been around him.  He and
Bob came to my birthday party, but that was right after they had gotten
together.  I was mostly doing girls, then.  And Sean.  I haven't been up
here much in the last few months.  I was here at Christmas, but they were
gone.  Bob tends to go through buddies, or whatever Tony is to Bob, and he
likes kind of rough trade.  I don't give Tony much longer."
	"Seriously," I said, "I want to spend the evening with Tony and
Sam, and, frankly, I want to fuck and suck both of them.  So if it's cool
with you, it's definitely cool with me."
	Nick hugged me tight and gave me a hard, wet kiss.  "Let's pick
this shit up and get out of here."  So we did.
	Nick and I drove back up to the house and unloaded the car.  Nick
wanted a cup of coffee.  "I have a cup around this time almost every day,"
he said.  "I think it's a New Orleans custom."
	Then, after a pause: "Can you stand steak and potatoes again
tonight?"
	"Yeah, that'd be great.  Lose the squash, though, okay?"
	"Sure."  Nick rooted around in the freezer and found a package.
"How about eggplant casserole," he asked.
	"Jesus, Nick, don't you people eat normal vegetables?  What about
green peas or carrots or something?"
	He took out the eggplant and a package of frozen peas.  He washed
up four gigantic baking potatoes, put them, the eggplant, and the peas, and
four giant steaks in a basket.  He also tossed in bread, salad makings,
including the dressing left over from last night, a frozen apple pie, and a
half gallon of vanilla ice cream.  He got a large bottle of red wine and
the grocery bag with the whiskey ready to go, too.  In fifteen minutes he
had everything ready to cook for dinner.
	"We'll cook and eat out in the pavillion.  In fact, we'll stay out
there all night.  Is that okay with you?"
	"You mean sleep out there," I asked.
	"No, just to party.  This thing might turn a little sloppy tonight,
and we don't want guys dripping all over the furniture in here."  He
grinned.
	"Great," I said.  Sloppy, huh?  I thought I knew what he meant, and
I could feel a little reaction in my groin.  I was getting excited at the
possibilities.
	When he was finished, Nick announced his intention to work out.  "I
haven't worked out since Tuesday," he said.  "Want to work out with me?"
	"Sure.  But I don't know how much I'll be able to do."
	"Well, you can spot me and watch, if you don't feel like doing
anything else."
	We went out to the pavillion and took the food with us.  We got
that stuff stowed quickly, and we went into the work-out room.  It was
really quite a nice gym, small, of course, as gyms go, but very well
equipped.  There were a few lockers on one wall, and Nick got a pair of
work-out gloves out of the one with his name on it.  There were lockers for
Scott, Matt, Philip, and Bob.  There was no locker for Tony, a sign of his
transience, I guessed.  I ask Nick if we should wear jockstraps, and he
shook his head "no."  Nick turned on a stereo and started his stretching
routine.  I watched him a few minutes and then decided to stretch a little
myself.  It looked like it felt so good, I wanted to try it.
	There were mirrors on all the walls and the ceiling, so it was
impossible not to watch yourself go through the exercises.  Nick seemed to
concentrate pretty hard on what he was doing, but, when I attempted to do a
stretch that he was doing, he stopped and came and stood behind me.
	"You're not doing it right," he said.  "Let me guide you."  He
stood behind me so close that his cock was touching my ass.  He guided me
through the stretch, running his hands down my arms to make sure I was
doing it correctly.  Then he put his hands onto my chest and said, "You
should be able to feel it right here and right here."  I was feeling it,
all right, but it wasn't my chest muscles.  With that close contact, my
cock started to swell.  Nick ignored it at first; then he said, "I'll
probably be that way pretty soon, too."  That was all.
	We next spent some time on the Life Cycles warming up even more.
Nick lasted much longer than I did, and I got even more aroused as I
watched his dick flop up and down as he rode the bike.  It didn't seem to
affect him, though.  Then we took turns on a weight machine doing exercises
for biceps and triceps.  I did maybe ten reps with thirty pounds of weight.
Nick did six sets of ten, with 120 pounds.  Those had the effect of pumping
up his muscles enormously.  We went through all the major muscle groups on
the machines, and by the time we were through, I was exhausted.  Nick
wasn't, though, and wanted me to spot him with the free weights.  My cock
hadn't subsided one iota during all of this physical exertion, and, by the
time we got to the free weights, I was leaking badly.  At one point I was
helping Nick rack some pretty heavy weights he had been lifting, and a big
dollop of my pre-cum splashed onto his face.  Without a word, he gathered
it with his finger and popped it into his mouth.  "Waste not, want not," he
said.  Both of us laughed.
	When we had been at this for almost an hour, with only minimal rest
periods, Nick asked me for the time.  It was 4:15.
	"You can't greet our guests like that," he said, referring to my
erection.  "They'll think you're a pervert.  Which you are."  Laughter.
	Sitting on the weight bench he took my cock in hand and moved it to
his mouth.  I had seen a hundred pictures of guys having sex in gyms, and I
was never particularly turned on.  Reality was different.  Nick was covered
with sweat, and I was damp myself.  The mirrors let me see what was
happening from every angle, and I went crazy.  Nick took his right glove
off, moistened his hand with his own sweat, and started probing my ass as
he sucked me off.  I managed to hold off for two or three minutes, and then
I came with a shudder that made earthquakes seem tame.  Spurt after spurt
came out, and even my veteran cocksucker lost a little out of the corner of
his mouth.  It landed on his chest, and he rubbed it into his skin.
	I got down on my knees to repay the favor, and Nick wasn't aroused.
I looked up questioningly, and he grinned.  "Do it, buddy," was all he
said.  I put his limp dick into my mouth, and it felt a little strange.  I
teased it and played with it with my tongue, and then it came around.
Feeling Nick get hard in my mouth was fantastic.  It was like I was
breathing life into him.  Nick put his hand under his balls and stuck his
own finger up his ass.  He rode it like a cowboy as I sucked for all I was
worth.  In six or seven minutes, he flooded me with cum.
	We were still both hard, though.  We went into a shower stall, he
turned on the water, and Nick made me face him. He took both of our cocks
into his hands and jerked us off.  I had the presence of mind to get my
hands on nipples, one of his and one of mine, so at least I wasn't useless.
We came almost at the same instant, I beating Nick by a fraction of a
second.
	"Okay.  Enough fun.  For now," he said.  "Let's shower up and get
ready for company."
	We finished our shower in silence and dried off.  Nick got a bottle
from his locker and started smoothing something into his chest and arms
and, well, everywhere, even his cock.
	"What the hell is that," I asked.  "Suntan oil?"
	"No.  It's something we use at the clubs.  It makes your skin shine
without feeling greasy.  It gives great definition to your muscles.  You
want some?"
	"I guess," I said.  Nick handed me the bottle and I started putting
it on.
	"Not too much," he said.  "You don't want to look slick."  Then he
said, "Do my back for me, will you?"  I did his back, and he did mine.
When we were through, I looked at Nick and was dazzled.  He looked
fabulous.  "Buff" didn't do him justice.  The workout, the sex, the shower,
the sun, the oil--they all worked together to produce a textbook specimen
of manhood.  Then it occurred to me what was going on.  Nick wanted to make
a good impression on the new guy, and this was part of it.  Dumb like a
fox, I thought.
	We sat out on the patio to wait for Tony and Sam, and we didn't
have to wait long.  In a few minutes they drove up in the same truck Tony
was in that afternoon.  We saw the truck pass around the house on the
driveway, and we heard the doors slam.  We didn't see the two guys until
they rounded the corner of the house.  Tony looked at Sam and said, "See, I
told you."  I assumed he was referring to our nudity and their dress.
	Nick and I stood up to greet our guests.  Sam was a
good-looking-enough guy, but nothing really special.  He was a little
shorter than I am, and he didn't look particularly muscular.  Tony did the
formal introductions, and we shook hands all around.  Sam couldn't get
enough of Nick, and Tony kept his eyes on me the whole time.  "De gustibus
non disputandum est," as they taught us in Latin class.  "Regarding taste
there is no argument."
	Nick offered drinks and went into the pavillion to get them.  That
left me to handle the company.  We sat down in pool chairs that had little
tables for drinks and stuff on the right arms, and we were facing each
other.  I was naked; they had clothes on.  Something was going to have to
happen, and soon.
	"So, Sam, Tony says the two of you are from the same town," I said.
	"Yeah.  You could say we was home boys," Sam said.  He and Tony
laughed uproariously at this.  I didn't get it, but I chuckled politely.
	Then I thought of cigarettes.  Where the fuck was Nick?  Distilling
the fucking whiskey?  I got up and went to the table behind me, and I got
the pack of cigarettes and the lighter that were there.  "You boy's smoke,"
I asked.  Well, I knew damned good and well Tony smoked because he had
puffed away this afternoon, and I could plainly see the pack of cigarettes
in Sam's shirt pocket.
	"Yeah," they said, more or less in unison.  They both reached for
their packs.
	"Me, too," I said.  Then I wanted to kill myself.
	"Oh," Tony said.  I thought I detected a little nervousness in his
voice.
	Where the fuck was Nick?
	"Aren't you guys hot with those clothes on," I asked.  Did I say
that?  Jesus!  I mean, who goes around with clothes on in April?  Jesus!
	"I am," Tony said.  He started to unbutton his shirt.
	"Me, too," Sam said, and he did likewise.
	Thank you, God, I thought.  I had handled this like a complete
fool, but this must be some sort of manifestation of Southern hospitality.
I vowed then and there to read _Gone with the Wind_.
	Tony and Sam stripped down to skin, and still no Nick.  I knew what
Tony looked like, but Sam was a surprise.  He was no bigger than I was
"under the silk," as I've read they say.  When they sat down, they both
spread their legs, giving me dead-on views of their stuff.
	Then Nick came out with the drinks.  Thank God, I thought.
	We made small talk.  Nick had put a Travis Tritt CD in the stereo,
and I discovered there were outside speakers.  Tony and Sam seemed to
groove on the music, so conversation wasn't immediately called for.
Half-way through the first song, though, Nick broke the ice.
	"Sam," he said, "what do you do for a living?"  I would never have
thought of that question.  Doesn't he go to school?  Doesn't everyone go to
school?
	"This and that," Sam said.  "Mostly I pulp-wood."
	Pulp-wood?  What the hell does that mean.  "What's pulp-wooding," I
asked.  Both boys looked at me like I had asked, "What's a birthday cake?"
	Nick rescued me.  "He's a Yankee, boys.  He don't know."
	Sam had an understanding look on his face.  He explained, "I cut
pine trees for the pulp-wood factory.  That's where they turn the trees
into paper.  Corrigated cardboard, really."
	"Oh, yeah," I said.  Duh!
	"Yeah," he said.
	All of us sipped our drinks.  Mine was different this time.  It was
sweet.
	"What is this," I asked Nick.
	"It's a traditional New Orleans highball," he said.  "Bourbon and
7-Up.  You like it?"
	"Yeah.  It's a lot better than the scotch," I said.
	"I got a high ball," Tony said, and he and Sam laughed.
	"Yeah?  Let me see it," Nick said.  He got up and walked over to
Tony.  Tony lifted his legs so Nick could get the right view.  He did have
one nut a good bit higher than the other.  Nick reached out and started
rubbing it gently.  Tony didn't respond verbally or sexually.
	"You ever show that to a doctor," Nick asked.
	"He seen it every time I've had a physical, I reckon."
	Since Nick was up, he started dancing to the beat of the music.  It
was a fast song, and his cock jumped up and down every time he did.
	"Come over here, Nick," Sam said.  Nick complied, and Sam reached
out a took Nick's cock in his hand, as though he was noticing it for the
first time.  "This thing looks like it's big enough to eat a live chicken.
He stick this fucker up your ass?"  The question was addressed to me.
	I probably turned seven shades of red.  Fortunately, Nick
intervened before I could say anything.
	"Hell, yes," Nick said.  "And I'll stick it up yours, if you let
me."
	"I want to see this bull angry," Sam said.  He started playing with
Nick.
	"Fiddle with that little ring on his tit, Sam," Tony said.
"That'll stiffen him right up."
	Sam took Tony suggestion, and it worked.  Nick's cock started
putting on weight.  Sam continued to kneed it, and in no time Nick was as
hard as a fire poker.  I was more than half-hard myself at this point.
Tony noticed and pulled me up out of my chair.  He squatted down in front
of me and took me into his mouth.  He was already fully hard, and Sam was
almost there.
	Then Nick said, "Let's go in the pavillion.  The carpet's soft, and
the furniture's all vinyl.  Plus, we got an orgy mat we can put down."
	Hmmm, I thought.  An orgy mat.  Nick and his brothers were
prepared.
	The main room of the pavillion was huge, and there was a large open
space in front of the fireplace.  Nick got the "orgy mat" from a closet,
and we helped him spread it out.  It was a super-soft mat covered in white
vinyl, and we got down onto it and sort of rolled around.  Tony came after
me first.  I was sitting down, and he pushed my legs apart at my feet.  He
started licking my feet, dirty as they were from walking around since our
shower, and moved up my legs to my thighs.  The insides of my thighs are
very sensitive, and my cock, which had flagged a little with the move
indoors, got fully hard again.  I thought Tony was going to give me a blow
job, but he skipped my groin all together and began tracing the hair line
on my lower abdoman.  He kept it up until he was at my nipples.  I love it
when Nick bites and sucks my nipples, but that night they were
hypersensitive from the sun and too much tongue.  At first Tony's mouth
work was a little painful, but in a short time I was loving it.  His final
destination was my mouth, though, and to get there he had to sprawl on top
of me.  Our cocks touched, and Tony began moving back and forth over me
slowly.  The friction was electric for both of us, and our first orgasms
of--what? this session?  certainly not of the evening, in my case, and I
doubt in his--came quickly.  It wasn't spectacular, and I didn't have the
top of my head blown off, but it was good.  Like a good jerk-off session.
	We rolled apart and watched Nick and Sam.  Nick had him on all
fours and was kneeling behind him.  We watched Nick enter Sam.  Sam took it
like a stud, but there were obvious grimaces of pain on his face at first.
I thought Nick would be as gentle with Sam as he had been with me, but I
was wrong.  Nick plunged ahead, mindless of Sam's discomfort.  Push-pull,
push-pull, push-pull.  Nick was working him hard, and it appeared Sam loved
it.  Nick didn't bother to jerk him off, but, as it turned out, that wasn't
necessary.  Sam came before Nick, a good bit before Nick, and Nick plowed
ahead, seeking his own release.  Nick bucked like a fool, the way he always
did, and pulled out in time to spray Sam's butt and back with his cum.
	"Cum shot," Nick shouted.  I didn't know what he was talking about,
but the other two guys laughed with Nick on that one.
	Sam collapsed, and he and Nick crawled over to Tony and me.  We
entangled arms, legs, and torsos, and we smeared cum everywhere.  Nick took
charge of clean-up by rubbing every dollop of cum he saw into each of us.
	Tony went outside and returned in a minute with four packs of
cigarettes and four lighters.  He passed them around.  Tony smoked Camel
Filters, but the rest of us were Marlboro men, so it hardly mattered who
got which pack.  We sat around and smoked.  Then Nick went outside and got
our glasses on the same tray he had delivered them on.  My drink was watery
by then, but I drank it anyway.  Everybody else drank, too.
	The Travis Tritt CD ended, and a Boyz 2 Men album came on.  It was
a radically different sound, one which I preferred, but nobody commented.
Nick got up again to replenish drinks, and he brought back a bowl of cashew
nuts and a platter of brie and crackers.  We dove in, hungry from our
lustful romp.  Isn't that the kind of thing they say in porno, "hungry from
our lustful romp?"  It never occurred to me then, but now I realize I
should have been sharing some of the hostly chores with Nick.  But,
gentleman that he was, he didn't say a word, verbally or through gestures.
	I had ended up between Tony and Sam.  I don't know if it was the
bourbon that did it, but something emboldened me.  I placed my sweaty glass
on Sam's thigh and started rubbing it up and down.  Then I took an ice cube
from the glass and began applying it to Sam's stomach and chest.  Whatever
nerves respond to coldness took over in him at that moment, and he lay back
and started moaning.  He also started to get hard again, fast.  In no time
he had a boner that oozed pre-cum.  I cleaned it up with my tongue, and
hoisted his legs up toward his shoulders.  He was surprisingly limber, and
his knees went all the way back onto the mat, leaving his ass fully exposed
to my tongue.  I licked with all the skill I possessed, driving my
titillator into his hole.
	"Give it to me," he said.  "Fuck my aching ass."  All of a sudden I
was a character in an Internet porn story, looming over a creature who was
vulnerable and in desperate need of my cock.  I didn't impale him just yet.
Instead, I placed the shaft of my cock on his anus and rocked back and
forth.  I was pretty wet, so I slid across him very easily.  I continued
this motion for several minutes, and then I realized I was about to come.
I squeezed the cum-stop muscles, pulled away for a few second, and then was
ready to enter him.
	Sam's ass was a good bit tighter than Nick's, even after having had
my buddy's plunger in him a few minutes before.  I got in, though, and I
fucked for all I was worth.  At one point I looked at Nick and Tony, and
they were in about the same state, with Nick playing my part to Tony's Sam.
Both of our boys came about the same time Nick and I did, and once again we
rolled apart to eat, drink, and smoke.
	Nick got up to fix more drinks, and this time I got up with him.  I
brought the drinks back to the guys, and then I set one of the tables for
dinner.  The pavillion had a gigantic pantry full of china, silver,
crystal, and other food-serving utensils.  This was clearly a place built
and stocked for parties.  The kitchen was large and well equipped,
including the same kind of grill on the stove as in the house.  Tony and
Sam eventually wandered into the kitchen to watch Nick cook, and we all had
another drink before dinner was finally ready.  Conversation got
increasingly animated as drinks disappeared and the meal approached, and
everybody was very ready to eat when Nick fixed the plates and announced
dinner was served.
	The dinner conversation bored me.  We--or, rather, they--talked
about the last hunting season and what they almost shot.  I hadn't known
that Nick was a hunter, but he was apparently very good with both bow and
rifle.  We were all stuffed by the time we finished dessert, and we took to
the soft chairs and sofas in one of the conversation groupings.
	Everybody sipped after-dinner drinks and smoked cigarettes for at
least half an hour.  Then Nick introduced a new topic.  A game.
	"Here's how it works," he said.  "We each write down some sex
act--like blow job, fucking, jerking off, you know--on two pieces of paper.
Then we write our own names down on two pieces of paper.  We fold them up
and put them in two separate containers.  When it's my turn, I pick one
piece of paper from each container, and I do whatever the first one says to
the guy the second one says.  If I get my own name, I fold it back up, put
it back in, and draw again.  We do whatever it is in the middle, and the
other two guys watch.  Both guys have got to come.  Beating off by
spectators is not allowed.  Are you guys up for this?"
	Everyone was.  The buzz from my before-dinner drinks had pretty
much worn off, but I intended to keep on drinking as long as everybody else
did.  The bourbon and 7-Up was something I could really get to like.
	I wrote down "fuck" and "hand-job" as my choices of events.  The
others were a bit more creative, though, and we ended up with "dick dual"
and "squeeze play in the arm pit" as other events.  Nick choose first and
got Sam's name.  His stunt was a blow job, with hand action from the
blowee.  Tony went next and my name came up.  It was for dick dual, which I
wasn't really clear on at first.  It turned out we had to stand and have a
mock sword fight with our hard cocks until we both came.  Interesting.
	We each had two turns to pick, and, of course, two turns to be done
unto.  We swilled drinks the whole time, and, by the time the last drop of
cum was dribbled, we were all exhausted.  Sam actually went to sleep lying
on a sofa at one point, and, when we were done, my watch told us it was
2:30 A.M. and time for sleep.  Tony and Sam left to walk back to the
gatehouse, and their clothes stayed in a pile on the patio where they had
taken them off.  If this had started for me at 3:30 on Wednesday afternoon
when Nick picked me up at my house, it had been a hell of a fifty-eight
hours.