Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2005 20:30:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Langford <scotty_langford@yahoo.com>
Subject: Home from State University - part 2

Who ever came up with that statement "a rolling stone
gathers no moss" should have that stone thrown at
them.  And as only an accurate pitcher like I am can.

"Wakey, wakey" I hear Keith's annoying cheerful
morning voice.  I am like this can't be real, it's
still dark outside the windows, I grab my pillow and
stuff it over my face.  Next I feel hands ticking my
waist line.  Lingering and fingers pretending to be a
spider.  All over my bare torso, up and down my chest,
over my nipple ring, where I get a pincered pull on
it.  "Ow! okay I give!"

So I uncover my face, and see Keith smiling right at
me "So, you thought your first day off was a sleep in
party just because we're at home?  You didn't forget
we are going fishing today?  You get to meet Noel, our
shortstop on the firefighter softball team.  He's been
at his dad's and uncle's cabin on the lake on vacation
for a few weeks and that's why you haven't met him
yet.  And as a matter of fact we don't want to be late
and keep him waiting, because that would be being rude
cabin guests.  And not to mention a rolling stone
gathers no moss."

I was just in limbo, trying to take all this in.  I
love to sleep in, party late, especially when you
don't have to work the next day and wake up at home.
Isn't that what days off are for - have no agenda and
just be?   Arise whenever, do nothing for however
long, and then slowly become an active participant in
the world again, say sometime after 4pm?  Also I was
thinking, the only thing I think a rolling stone is
good for is the name of a rock group.  Then I realize
Keith is still standing there naked as a jay bird.
Wow he looks good even this early in the morning.  His
cock is at full mast, must be 6 inches lookin like
mine, but thicker round.  It's standing like a flag
pole at attention.

"So Keith is that going to be your fishing rod today?"

"You saying I got a nice Rod?  Well, then you should
see the tackle that goes with it" and he cupped his
balls that always seemed so uptight and ready to blow
a load.  I thought to myself that makes sense, just
like him to never have relaxed low hangers for a
tackle box.

"Yeah you do have a fine rod, but what exactly are you
planning to reel in with it?  As I smirked.

He started inching towards my face with it and I was
like Uh!  "Too early for this fish to take a bite".
He said " aw, too bad, I'm sure I could reel you in."
 We laughed and he scruffed my hair, and sauntered
off, giving me such a nice view of his fine globes.  I
thought that was a nice sunrise I just saw.

*********************

Noel's cabin by the lake was well secluded amongst
pine trees.  Dark forest area, and the fresh scent of
pine filled the air.  It was that morning air, and on
the horizon pink skies with some dark blues and greys.
 I took the thermos of coffee, taking in the scent
also as I took a big gulp.  Country air crisp, coffee
hot.

The road was dirt gravel with lots of potholes.  I was
thoroughly awake now and looking forward to this day.
We got there and parked in front of the cabin.  Keith
immediately assigned me to bring in the gear from the
pickup truck.  As usual he had over packed because all
my hands were full as I stumbled along into the front
door falling over myself at the threshold, winding up
on the floor in a heap lying on my back.  It was then
that I looked up to see Noel looking down on me and
extending his hand to help me up.

"Do you always make such a grand entrance?"

"No, I uh, ...bags... over packed...." and I stopped
talking, just staring him right in the greenest eyes,
looking him over.  He was smiling with the most
perfect teeth, that said my daddy paid big time for an
orthodontist, and I was mesmerized lost in my moment,
wondering how good of a kisser is he?  His hair
brunette, skin porcelain white, rose lips, my height
5'11".   He was wearing a flannel blue and red shirt,
opened widely down his chest, revealing a nice coating
of hair.

His touch from his hand was so electric that even
after it parted, I still felt the tingles.  I think if
he had kept holding it, that there would have been a
power outage at the cabin because we had all the
electricity between us.  I know I blushed in his
trance of a stare, and he was talking about something,
but to me it was like that teacher in Charlie Brown -
talk, talk, wah wah, but never know what it is saying.
 I was under Noel's spell.  Never had this feeling
before in my life ever.  Not even thinking I could be
like this.  I just hope I don't act like a stupid
puppy dog over him, panting at all times.   Especially
with my brother as a witness.

We gathered coolers, and gear and got into the boat to
go out on the lake.  It was still early, sun not above
the horizon yet.  All sorts of birds making noise
though very serene water, looking black, soothing.  We
got to a spot where Noel said he had a lot of luck
catching big ones.  We parked it, and cast away.
After only about 10 minutes, I realized the coffee had
caught up with me.  I was like "dudes, I got to take a
leak" as I stood up and Keith quickly went "There, the
gallon milk jug" pointing to it.  I was like "with
that thing?"  He was like "yeah, can't do it over the
side of the boat you'll scare all the fish away."
"Keith, that is a very small aim not to spill any",
and both Noel and Keith cracked up.

"Bro, you can send a fast pitch over 92 mph with
perfect aim and you can't squirt into a milk
container?"

"Well this is different, I'm not sure my Charley would
have the same skill at aiming he hasn't been properly
groomed for it."

Keith then got up, came to me and held the milk
container in front of my zipper.  "Dude stick your
head right in the hole".  I was turning red, with Noel
watching this interplay, he just laid back enjoying
the show about to take place.  I wasn't sure about
this, but I unzipped and brought my fish out of water,
and stuck the head of it in the container.  Great now
I had gotten pee shy with the audience.  There was
this waiting and waiting, and finally.... trickle.....
and I let loose.

Since both guys were watching my dick, it started to
grow from their attention.  The head started to
expand, and soon it out grew the hole, and the stream
splattered as it did so, getting Keith right in the
face.  "Hey already showered, thanks!"  And Noel
chimed in "and imagine that, the weather forecaster
said nothing about rain showers today."  When I
finished, I was fully hard straining to keep it
pointed down.  Keith said "you shake that thing and
you're going swimming".


***********************

At noon time, we three had been hitting the beers, and
had gotten dressed down to just board shorts.  And
laying back in the sunshine Noel had one leg over the
side of the boat and his other stretched long inside
the boat, and I had a direct view.  No liner, his dick
rested on two nice easter eggs furrily covered.  He
had on mirrored sunglasses, and I couldn't tell if he
saw me looking , but I was thinking he got his morning
rain shower show, now my turn to have a show.

At that point, Noel had a bite and stood up.  Keith
rushed over, and helped net it, and placed the biggest
one of the day on ice in the cooler.  We had a full
cooler, and headed back.  The plan was to take a swim
when we got back to the cabin.  As soon as we docked,
my brother was the first one to strip off, and take a
dive in making some wierd tribal noises as he did so.
Noel followed after the show and then me, thinking
"when in Rome..."  The three of us played grab ass,
and Noel definitely was not shy about goosing my ass
under the water and reaching around front at times for
a handful.  It got me as hard as a rock, my brother
dunked me, and came up around my front side sliding
against my boner.  "Thinking I was a mermaid?"  I just
blushed, dunked him back hard and let him and Noel go
at it.

When we three got out of the water, we three had
bones.   Wagging like a dogs tail.  I thought well I
did turn into a puppy dog in front of Noel.  It was
then Noel wanted to know which brother was bigger.
Keith never having a problem to play Full Monty, "Come
on bro, bring it over and let's compare, we haven't
done this since you were 14."  I brought my dick up
next to Keith's.  It was close, so Noel got down on
his knees and said "bring out the chains for a
measurement on who's gettin' the first down."  But I
wanted to know what does the winner get,  seeing
Noel's face 2 inches away from our dicks.  He replied
"a kiss for the winner".  Oh my hard on ached, and it
jumped at that one.  With his hand on our dicks, Noel
said well, close call, I think Jake has this one...

I closed my eyes and felt Noel's cherry lips wrap
around the head of my cock.  It felt great, all the
sensations ran through my blood stream.  He swirled
his tongue around and around.  I let out a groan.  He
gave me full throat head not stopping and playing with
my balls.  All I could do is experience this bliss.  I
opened my eyes to look at him go to town, he looked at
me the whole time with his green eyes.   Head bobbing
up and down.  My brother who was jerking his cock in
movement with the sucking action, who now looked like
the puppy dog, brought his cock right next to mine.
The mouth opened up and took us two at the same time.
Rosey lips, looking like the symbol for the Rolling
Stones wrapped around the two brother's cocks.

It was a weird sensation feeling my brother's dick
throbbing next to mine being swallowed.  I felt the
sensation building, and uttered an "I'm gonna cum" as
I did all over, first two shots down his throat, then
I pulled out and it shot all over his face and the
stem of my brother's cock.  Noel like a good boy kept
going to town.   I was out of breath, fell to my knees
and started licking my own cum off his face.   It was
then Noel, brought his hand up and switched my
brothers cock to my mouth, and I didn't stop.  Keith
let out a groan, yeah, bro do it!  Noel then stood up
and brought his cock right to my mouth, I opened and
let both torpedo's sink my battleship.  The two
standing with arms around each other's shoulders
working me like the dog I am.  Keith turned to make
out with his buddy, broke the kiss, and spurted.  I
drank it down.  Noel left hanging on to Keith's
shoulders got weak in the knees and gave me his man
juice, nice and hot lava, I gagged a bit but keep
riding this steer til he was a done deal.

We three laid back in the sun in the sand and drifted
off to sleep.