Date: Tue, 5 Nov 2013 15:37:29 -0800
From: norcalcowboy89@gmail.com
Subject: Farm Friends with Benefits #4

Farm Friends with Benefits #4

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of fiction. Although I wish it were to
happen to me, none of this has taken place in my life. Any references to
people and places are strictly coincidental and are by no means to be taken
as anything other than that.

The content of this story may refer to sexual acts that are homosexual in
nature. If it is illegal for you to read such things, please do not
continue reading.

All that being said, I hope that you enjoy the story. Any feedback is
appreciated, although derogatory comments will be ignored because screw
you. Please send feedback tonorcalcowboy89@gmail.com

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Author's Note: I'm back after a long spell of working 7 days a week. Fun
fact - I work on an actual farm, and most of these stories come to me while
I'm sitting out in the middle of our fields in my truck on breaks. I'll jot
down a few lines and then turn them into a full chapter later.

I hope you enjoy the next chapter. I have a couple more in the wings going
through the editing stages right now, so if time allows, y'all should be
able to read a couple more chapters this month.

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A week had gone by since the wild spur-of-the-moment three-way fuck fest
had occurred up at the cabin at the farm's Wayside complex. Work had gone
on like it had never happened, save for the occasional smile and ass grab
when nobody who wasn't privy to what went on was looking.

The end of the week showed up fast, and before I knew it we were wrapping
up our afternoon shift at one of the cherry fields we were inspecting
irrigation on. It was just Ben and I, Carlos and Mason had been assigned a
different field for the day - Northside, actually (read FFw/B #1 for that
reference). I had to smile at myself a few times because I could only
imagine what was going on out in the middle of nowhere, where only two
horny gay guys were checking irrigation in the cover of 140 acres of trees.
Maybe nothing was happening, but it was more likely that they were both
naked and had at least sucked each other off already.

Ben and I reached the end of the last row that we were supposed to inspect,
and headed back for our trucks. He was a really cool guy. His cousins owned
a machine shop that specialized in Diesel engine repair, which was what he
wanted to go into. I had asked him before why he didn't just work there,
and his answer was that he liked the slow-paced lifestyle of farming, and
wanted to find work on a farm rather than inside a shop.

He had a real knack for restoring cars, and had done his fair share of them
with his dad and brother. They all turned out to be pretty sweet rides: a
56 cherry red chevy with a 265, the engine block painted the same color, a
42 dark green Packard with a "twin six" inline 12 they had lowered and made
into a street rod, and a 61 Falcon with the original (but rebuilt) engine
that they painted a light sparkly blue. All three cars were proudly parked
outside his house. I had tried to convince him to sell me the chevy time
and time again, but he just couldn't part with his first restored car, or
what he called his "virgin rebuild."

I hadn't brought it up for awhile and mentioned it again. I wasn't
surprised with his response.

"Dude the more you ask the less I want to part with it, you know that,
right?" He didn't look at me, but I saw a smile cross his face.

"Come on, Ben. What do I have to do to get you to let go of that car?"

"A million bucks."

"Fair enough. My first million is yours in exchange for the Chevy."

He gave a small snort. He didn't believe me. Hell I didn't even believe me,
but at least I had a small foothold.

"What about my first child?" We had reached our trucks and I sat on his
tailgate.

"Yeah no way. I don't want a crying poop factory. I want a million
dollars." He laughed.

"Alright, alright. Well the weekend is here. You have any plans?"

"Nah, I was just gonna head back to my place and order a pizza."

"Dude no way, come over to my place for dinner. My uncle just got some
slow-marinated steaks from the coast and we're gonna BBQ tonight. There's a
ton of meat and he told me to invite people over." I stood up and dusted
myself off.

"I'm down for that. You need me to bring anything?"

"Just a change of clothes if you want, in case we drink too much." I smiled
at him, and he returned the thought by a quick nod of his head.

"Awesome. I'll swing by my place to wash up then head over."

"See you there, slugger." I hopped in my truck and fired it up. Man did my
truck have a beautiful sound. The bells and whistles of modern day luxury
didn't even come close to beating out the deep rumble of a classic truck.
The only modern upgrade I gave her was some air conditioning.

I pulled out my phone and texted Mason to come over for dinner and to
invite Carlos too. Reaching over into the passenger seat, I grabbed the
gatorade that I had left and chugged a good half of it down. A beep on my
phone brought a reply from Mason that they were both planning on coming
over for dinner.

I put the truck in drive and pulled out on to the highway that lead
straight back to my aunt and uncle's house. The drive was long and boring,
as the highway was completely straight due to the square layout of
agriculture. I was used to it growing up in Kansas, but that still didn't
make it fun.

I reached the driveway and turned onto the dirt road that had a bridge
leading across a small creek. The house was hidden by a network of aspen
trees. They grew really fast and sprouted up all over the place like crazy.
My uncle said that when they built the house they had only planted 10
trees, but that had grown into a large thicket in just 7 years. It sure
made the yard and house a lot cooler of a place in the summer time.

The house itself was goreous: deep red brickwork all the way from the
bottom to the top of the third story. It was probably just a few square
feet short of officially being a mansion. Lush, sprawling green lawns
covered about an acre of the property in front and back of the house. An
old oak tree, the reason that my uncle bought this property, had a tire
swing around the strongest branch. The oak was framed by a white
wrap-around porch with huge steps leading up to french doors. This was a
picturesque American dream home, and I was living in it.

I could smell the steaks from the moment that I stepped out of my truck. I
grabbed my backpack and cooler and headed in through the side door into the
mudroom.

"Howdy!" I called as I closed the door.

My aunt walked through the door frame leading to the kitchen with a smile
on her face. "Hey there, pumpkin! Get yourself washed up, Ron's got both
grills going and needs your help."

"Yes ma'am." I dropped my things and headed for the basin sink, grabbed
some soap and lathered up my hands.

"Any of your friends gonna to make it over, sugar?" Aunt Patty had a
southern accent. She was born in Tennessee, moved to Kansas for a year for
field research during college, met my uncle, and had moved to California
with him right after they got married. Hearing her brought me back home,
and always warmed my heart.

"Yes ma'am. Ben, Mason and Carlos are headed over here as soon as they get
cleaned up." I had finished washing my arms and was working on my face.

"Yippee! I always liked them boys - such sweet faces" She moved back into
the kitchen.

"You should see their cocks" I muttered to myself.

"What's that, sugar?" Aunt Patty called from the kitchen.

"I said I like them a lot, ma'am. They're good friends." I recovered
quickly. "What happened to Tyler and Chad? They scared of the BBQ or
somethin'?" Tyler and Chad were two of my cousins. Derrik, the third, was
away in another part of California on some farmer-exchange program. My
Uncle and Aunt were looking to get into carrots, and sent Derrik to learn
what he could. In exchange, the farm that Derrik was at sent a guy here to
learn about cherries.

"Tyler's got football practice and Chad's somewhere with that floozie,
Alicia. I wouldn't expect either of them back for dinner."

"Fair enough, more meat for me!" I started at that comment, and quickly
covered my mouth in shock. It was an innocent statement, but in today's
age, innocence has gone the way of the telegraph.

Aunt Patty laughed. Both my Aunt and Uncle new that I was gay. Unlike most
reserved Kansas families, mine were all open and accepting of who I was,
something that I was extremely thankful for. Aunt Patty waved me away
towards the back porch, where Uncle Ron was waiting for my help.

I crossed the kitchen, headed into one of the many back rooms of the house,
and stepped through a sliding glass door. Uncle Ron was intently staring at
one of the two BBQs that he had going.

"Aunt Patty said you needed a hand, sir?"

"Yeah, grab that fork there, the steaks on the right need turning." Uncle
Ron was a man of few words and believed in saying as little as possible. He
sure didn't have time for pleasantries, something that I was used to, and
was thankful for.

"Ben and I finished that field of cherries you had us in today."

"Good. Mason and Carlos?" Ron didn't look up from the BBQ at all.

"Haven't checked. They're coming for dinner." I flipped one steak as I
talked.

"Good."

"Where am I at tomorrow?"

"Wayside. Two new guys coming tomorrow You can show them the place. They'll
be on some equipment" Uncle Ron flipped a steak.

"The shop opening soon?"

"Yup. Gonna be hard going this time. Can't find enough good workers."

"Who you looking for?"

"Security, machine workers, a supervisor and a supply runner. I got my
manager already picked out."

"Ben's going to school for Diesel engines and should be finished this
semester. Mason's taking next semester off and was wondering about working
here full time. There's two hard workers right there. And there's always me
and Carlos."

"Well Mason and you would be a good fit to stay up there. You'd be a good
supervisor, you just have to answer to the manager. But there's nothing to
do up at that cottage. No internet or TV."

"I'm sure we could find something to do." I smiled a little, thinking about
at least ONE thing that Mason and I could do...a lot.

Apparently Uncle Ron caught my smile. "You two haven't been...uh...screwing
right?"

I froze - which is probably the worst thing to do.

"On company time?" Uncle Ron added.

"No sir. Not at all" I quickly recovered. It was the truth. I had screwed
around with CARLOS on company time, but not Mason, AND our three-way
happened when we were technically done with work by the time Carlos had
bust in the cottage buck ass naked and we started fucking each other.

"Uh huh" Uncle Ron muttered. "Well. Just remember that there's always
condoms in the mudroom drawer."

"I....I know." I shot a look at Uncle Ron, not sure how to go forward from
here.

He surprised the hell out of me by letting out a huge roaring laugh. "You
Mid Western horn dog, you!"

I looked at him weird at first, but then settled back down and let out a
grin. "It's all that corn, sir. Makes a guy crazy."

"But Mason? He's...uh...you know...into you?" Uncle Ron had put his fork
down and was looking at me.

I looked to the side, not wanting to give Mason away, but not wanting to
lie to my uncle at the same time.

"That's all the answer I needed. Hell I'm not the one to be in the middle
of your business. Just...not while you're on the clock, understand?"

"Yes sir." I was probably beet red, and Uncle Ron most likely picked up on
that and didn't press the matter any further. I felt strangely close to him
right then. I had never had a talk like that with my dad. I know that if
the time presented itself my dad would handle the situation the same way,
but the fact that Uncle Ron was the first one to have this talk with was
kinda cool.

I heard a truck pull up and jumped a little. Two doors slammed and I saw
Carlos and Mason coming around the house to the back yard.

"Whassap Boss man?" Carlos extended his hand and Uncle Ron shook it.

Carlos, Mason, and Ben had all gotten to know the family really well and
were pretty comfortable engaging their boss in casual conversation. Hell I
was really the only one that called him "sir" but that's more of a
Mid-Western thing anyways.

Mason shook Uncle Ron's hand with a nod of his head and a "howdy" and then
turned to me. "Northside is done! Sir!" He gave me a salute, standing
straight, chest out, chin up. Carlos mimicked Mason in his posture.

It only took me a second to catch on and play along. "It's about damned
time, Maggots!" I yelled as loud as I could, bringing out my best military
voice. "You pussies better get your asses on the ground double time and
give me 20!"

To my surprise, they actually did what I told them. I had to control myself
to keep from laughing. While they were on the ground doing their 20
push-ups, I saw Aunt Patty come out on the porch with a bowl of salad. Not
knowing what to tell my new "recruits" to do next, this gave me an idea.

When they finished, I pointed towards the house and yelled "now git your
sorry asses in through that door, wash up, and help out the lady of the
house with whatever she needs."

They looked at me, not sure if I was serious. "Move, ladies! MOVE!" Mason
gave me a smart salute, turned towards the house and marched off. Carlos
did the same.

Uncle Ron looked at me. "What the hell was that all about?"

"I really have no idea." I shrugged and turned back to the BBQ to flip a
couple more steaks.

I heard Ben's truck pull up and soon I saw him round the corner from the
front. He walked right up to my uncle and shook his hand, then turned and
shook mine.

"Sure smells good, gents. I'm starving." Ben stuck his thumbs in his jean
pockets. He looked like a real hick when he did that. It was pretty cute.

"Ben go inside and grab us a couple beers. Take your pick too, son." Uncle
Ron didn't look up from the BBQ.

"Yessir!" Ben walked in to the house.

When we finished BBQing and Aunt Patty had set the table outside, we
gathered around and started in. Everyone was pretty hungry, the smell of
the cooking steaks had our appetites reeling. We talked about this and
that, and finally when everything was cleaned to the bone, we sat back,
satisfied.

Uncle Ron was the first to say anything about work. "Austin says that
you're looking for work next semester, Mason."

"That's right. I'm gonna take some time off to figure out what I want to
do." Mason took a swig from his glass of lemonade.

"Well it just so happens I'm looking for people to fill some empty spots. I
need a guy to run parts."

"Any work would be great!" Mason looked excited, but I still knew he was
probably a little disappointed about not getting offered the management
position.

"Well then consider the job yours."

"Thank you, sir!" Mason grabbed his glass, held it up in a salute to my
uncle, and took another swig.

"Ben I'm looking for a machine worker. I have a head mechanic already, but
he's gonna need some help. Job's yours if you want it." Uncle Ron was
picking his teeth.

"It would be a great opportunity, thank you sir!" Ben raised his beer in
the same fashion that Mason did.

"Carlos I need a security guy to drive our fields at night while we have
equipment sitting out. Same as the other two guys - the job's yours."

Carlos didn't look as happy with the prospect, but shook his head in
agreement. "I've worked nights before, should be a good time."

"Of course you'll get paid more and get a company truck." Uncle Ron slid
his tongue over his teeth.

Carlos lit up at that and was more enthusiastic in his next response. "I'm
your man!"

"Good. Well it's settled then. Boys, meet your new supervisor." Uncle Ron
nodded in my direction.

Ben got up, raised his hands up above his head, and brought them and his
upper body down in a pseudo-bow. "All hail the supervisor. May he rein
justly." I always knew Ben had a comic side, but the three beers that he
had at dinner amplified it quite a bit. Soon Mason and Carlos were doing
the same thing. I just sat there, red in the face.

"Thanks for THAT, Uncle Ron." I playfully sneered.

He gave me a smile and shook his head at the three guys.

"Alright, alright, enough" I said. "In my first act as supervisor, I demand
that you all clean up the table and take the dishes inside the house."

"Yes, master, of course, master, right away, master." Carlos got up and
grabbed a couple plates. I joined in with the rest of them and soon we had
everything cleaned up and were back outside around a firepit that my uncle
had started up while we were busy.

With fresh beers in hand and the evening sun starting to sink behind the
distant mountains, we sat there and listened to the fire crack and the
crickets sing, a barn owl calling out every now and then in the distance.

After awhile, Aunt Patty got up and sighed. "Well I better get some
shuteye. Y'all are welcome to stay over. The only beds I have made up are
in the guest house. Night!"

"Night!" We all called back to her as she entered the house.

Mason stood up and stretched. "I need to get back to my place. Going
golfing with my dad in the morning. Carlos, you want a ride or are you
gonna stay here?"

"I'll go with you. I have some shit to take care of in the morning." Carlos
stood up to.

"Alright, boys, be safe out there. Come by Wayside Monday morning for a
meeting about harvest season." Uncle Ron got up from his chair. "I'm headed
in to bed too, you boys put out the fire when you're done." Uncle Ron
looked at me for a nod, which I gave him.

Ben and I sat by the fire for awhile talking about work and his classes.
Eventually he made like he was going to leave. He stood up and staggered a
bit, tripping over the leg of a lawn chair.

I jumped up to help him, unaware of how tipsy I was as well. I ended up
just making matters worse, tripping over my own lawn chair and falling into
Ben, and before we knew it we were both lying on the ground, laughing our
asses off.

"There aint no way in Sam Hill you're driving home tonight. I'll take you
back in the morning." I patted his pockets for his keys. I was still mostly
coherent, so I had the right of mind to take his keys from him in case he
wanted to leave.

"What the fuck are you feeling my leg for? You want some of this?" Ben
slurred his words together, and it made it all the more hilarious to hear
him talk.

"I just want your keys, you dumb fuck. You ain't going nowhere."

He put his hands in his other pocket and pulled them out and threw them
towards the guest house. I roared with laughter, all attempts at me getting
up onto my feet ruined.

"Nice one, dumb ass. We'll have to find those in the morning." I said
through gasps of air as I rolled around on the grass.

"Well fuck, guess I had too many of these damned things" Ben said through
laughter of his own.

"Come on, lets get inside." I stood up, wobbled for a couple seconds, then
helped Ben up. We both stammered towards the guest house.

Inside, I helped him onto the bed in the bedroom, then went to take a piss.
I heard him take off his pants, his buckle clanging on the floor as he
tossed them on the ground. I had no desire to start anything with him. I
had already wrote him off as straight, since he always talked about his
girlfriend, starting a family, and a bunch of other heterosexually
responsible shit.

I pulled off my pants and shirt, putting them on a shelf in the bathroom,
then went to the linen closet to grab a couple pillows. I went into the
bedroom and threw one at Ben's face, nailing him and sending him down to
the floor. I threw back my head, laughing, and before I knew it I was on
the floor, Ben throwing the pillow back at me. He was smiling at me.

"You fucker!" I playfully yelled at him.

"What, you started it" Ben replied.

It was probably the booze, but before I knew it I had leapt at him and
knocked him back on the bed. He grabbed my neck and tried to put me in a
headlock, but I wrangled free, flipped him over so he was face down, and
pinned his arms behind him. He squirmed, but I held him there. "I got you!
Give it up!"

"NEVER!!" He yelled, and then let out a roar and before I knew it, I was
the one pinned. He had flipped me on my back, one of his arms behind my
head and around my neck, one of his arms holding my chest, and his legs
locked around mine. His face was right next to mine, and I could smell the
beer on his breath. "Time for YOU to give up."

"Not on your life." I struggled to free myself but his hold was a good one.

"Tap out, pussy!!" He grunted through gritted teeth.

I struggled some more, but couldn't get myself even close to a position to
get free of his hold. He had one of my arms in his hold across my chest and
I couldn't bring it up except at the elbow, which didn't do any good. He
had my other arm pinned between my side and his stomach. I realized then
that his crotch was up against the back of my hand. I could feel his cock
swelling by the second, a normal occurrence when two guys wrestled each
other.

I wasn't one who normally played dirty, but Ben left me no choice. I
twisted my hand around and grabbed his dick and squeezed.

"What the FUCK!!" He was obviously surprised, but his grip didn't loosen.

"NOW what are you gonna do. Let me go? Or should I squeeze harder?" I had a
devilish grin on my face.

I was answered by Ben increasing the pressure from his hips towards my
body. He obviously wanted to squeeze me as hard as he could, hoping that my
grip would let up. I fought with all that was in me to keep my hold. Then I
felt Ben release the pressure just a little, only to reapply it again. This
happened a couple more times before I realized what was happening. His cock
had gotten rock hard, and I made the sudden connection that he was HUMPING
my hand.

I loosened my grip, still hanging on to his cock. He kept up his movements.

"Oh so you like that, huh?"

"A man's got his needs." Such a simple statement, but it said so much. He
probably wasn't getting any from his girlfriend, and when hormones started
raging, it was hard for a guy to stop.

He started releasing more pressure from his hips to move them backwards and
his thrusts got more defined. He let go of my other arm, sliding his hand
under it to my side, gripping my pec and squeezing.

"I don't got boobs, Ben, sorry."

"Close enough" He said as he squeezed again. He slowly released the
pressure of his arm around my neck and moved his arm so that his hand was
clasped around my shoulder.

His breathing got heavier and he even let out a couple small moans. I
wanted to turn my head to kiss him so bad, but didn't want to ruin what was
happening. I still thought he was straight and that the booze, coupled with
our wrestling, had him super aroused. He just wanted a quick hand job from
a bro. I was content with that, and reserved myself to jacking off in the
bathroom after he was finished.

He sped up his pace. I felt his underwear getting wet, and I grinned,
knowing what that meant. He leaked just like I did. His breaths got quicker
and he added a few more moans in the mix. I was a damn good 'orgasm
whisperer' and though it had only been about a minute, I knew that he was
on the verge of shooting his load. It must have been quite a long time
since he had been laid.

All of the sudden Ben stopped and backed away from my hand. I let go, not
wanting to freak him out at all. I expected that he had finally put two and
two together on what was happening. I looked down to see him taking his
underwear off. I immediately got excited. Maybe this could go further than
I thought. His cock was average sized, probably about 6.5 inches, but his
balls were huge. And meaty.

Once his underwear had come all the way off, he put his hand around the
waistband of mine and tugged at them. I raised my hips so that he could
pull them off, which he did. He grabbed my hand and put it back on his
cock. I immediately went to pumping away at his cock.

He had enough precum going on that it lubed my hand up nicely. I worked at
his cock up and down, squeezing and pumping, precum gushing from his cock
head and oozing between my fingers. I reached over with my free hand and
started lightly touching his balls, still careful not to freak him out. I
had tested out a couple straight guys before, one of them ok with me
exploring the rest of their body, the other just wanted to get his rocks
off. So far Ben was ok with me touching his balls. They were amazingly
huge, and it took all that was in me not to put my face in the middle of
them and lick them all over.

Ben started arching his back, and he grabbed my hand that was on his cock
and started to pull it away. He was close. Unlike with  Carlos and Mason, I
stopped, wanting to be nice. I had access to a straight cock, and I wanted
it to last as long as possible.

"That feels so good. Too good." Ben had his eyes closed. He slowly lowered
his hips again, but still held my hand back.

"Are you sure you're ok with this, man?" I asked.

"Yeah dude, I need it bad."

"But Tracy..." I started.

"She doesn't put out."

I didn't say anything, just waited for Ben to tell me what to do next.
While I waited, I took the time to enjoy the rest of his body. He still had
his shirt on, but I got to stare at his tight, muscular, hairless z legs. I
knew that he spent time at the gym, but only to tone what muscles he
already had. He wasn't into building them up, just making sure that he had
enough strength for his line of work.

He probably didn't have a lick of fat on him at all. I could guess that he
was one of the skinniest guys of his class when he was in high school,
filling out slightly now that he was in college. He had a decent ass, but
nothing like the bubbles on Mason or Carlos. His ass looked super muscled,
most likely a result of his leg/glut training at the gym.

Ben finally made another move, but it wasn't one that put my hand back on
his cock. Instead, he brought it up around his head and placed it around
his neck. He wanted to cuddle. I made a move onto my side, to bring his
head up onto my chest, but he surprised me by rolling onto HIS side, facing
away from me. He wanted to SPOON?

"Uh...Ben...you realize that my cock's gonna..." I began to warn him about
the implications of his bare ass against my bare crotch.

He responded by grinding his ass into my crotch, pushing my cock against my
stomach. This was a problem. Not a real problem, but a problem for my cock.
It felt so damned good, and I wanted to grind against his super smooth and
muscular ass, but I dove deep inside of my patience vault and brought out a
healthy helping of 'don't you fucking screw this up.'

I had to do SOMETHING, so I took my free hand and put it back on his cock
and started working it over again. I took my thumb and rubbed it against
the tip of his head. His whole cock was still covered in his own precum, so
my thumb slid up and down easily, driving him crazy. At the same time I
massaged the underside of his cock with my other four fingers, sliding them
over the sensitive skin.

I suddenly felt him press his ass against my cock, then move his hips
forward. He stopped and then did it again. This happened twice before he
took his hand, grabbed my ass, and pushed it forward and back, signaling me
to grind against him. I gladly obliged, and soon my cock was sliding up and
down his crack, sandwiched between his ass and my stomach.

I only had to stop once - when I had moved out too far and my cock had
almost gone straight into his ass hole. While it pained me to move my cock
out of reach of his probably super tight man pussy, I did.

After a few minutes of grinding and stroking/massaging his cock, Ben spun
around, faced me, and put me in a tight hold, our hips pressed against each
other, our cocks and balls squished together in ecstasy. He rolled onto his
back and started grinding against me, so I returned the favor. Our faces
were close together, but I kept back, giving Ben his space. His overly
luscious lips called out to me, begged me, but I had to resist. I closed my
eyes, shutting out the tempation.

After a few minutes, I decided that I was at least going to be completely
naked for this experience even if Ben wanted to keep his shirt on. I
stopped long enough to take mine off, then went to wrap my arms around
Ben's torso in a stronger hold than I had before. To my surprise and
delight, Ben reached up over his head and took of his shirt too. Now we
were skin on skin, and I could finally enjoy seeing the rest of him.

Ben didn't have a huge chest, but he had defined-enough pecs and washboard
abs. If not for those two things, I would have called him a twink.

He had HUGE nipples, the area around them about the size of a silver
dollar, the nipples themselves nice and juicy. Like his lips, they called
out to me, but I had to resist their intoxicating offer.

He pressed his chest against mine, put his hands around my back and
squeezed. I answered with a tight grip of my own. We started grinding
harder and faster. My cock was almost like a firehose of precum. Our hips
were almost gliding across each other now, our sex juices mixing together,
creating a sexy aroma of passion.

Our breathing got heavier as we kept grinding, and I put my head down on
his shoulder so his mouth was right by me ear. I loved hearing him breath
hard. I don't know why Ben stopped me jacking him off earlier, because he
was sure keeping up with me now. In the heat of the moment I wished that it
would have lasted forever. Our bodies were in sync, our cocks and balls
grinding against each other in a sea of precum, our chests locked together,
our nipples rubbing against each other's pecs. Just when I thought it
couldn't get any better, I felt him pull my head up, and felt his lips
press against mine.

Normally I would make the first kiss with a guy slow, steady, and
memorable, but this was completely different. This was raw passion, and
slowing down now would ruin what was happening. Instead, I pressed hard
against his lips, then opened my mouth and forced in my tongue. If he
wanted to kiss me, he was going to find out what it was like to REALLY kiss
me. He didn't resist at all, and opened his mouth to let me in. Our tongues
met in a swirl of exhilaration, exploring the whole of each other's mouths.
I moved one of my hands from his back to the back of his head, caressing
him and pushing him towards me at the same time.

All of the sudden Ben picked up the pace of his grinding, and before I
could even think of slowing down so he didn't shoot too soon, I felt warm
cum oozing from his cock. I kept grinding, his cum making its way down our
balls, legs, and onto our stomachs. I didn't want him to feel like he
cummed too soon, so I increased my grinding speed and was soon sent to the
ledge of pure sexual pleasure. I hovered there for a few seconds before
giving in and shooting my load to mix in with his.

Covered in spunk, still oozing from our cocks, we kept grinding against
each other, kissing, and holding each other in tight grips. Finally when we
both reached the 'too sensitive' point, we slowed down and moved off of
each other.

"Wow." Ben was the first to say something. It wasn't much, but the tone of
his voice said it all - 'finally.'

"Yeah" I agreed.

"Thanks for that" Ben turned his head and looked at me.

"You don't thank another guy for sex. Two dicks were hard and two loads
were shot, everything evens out in the end." I smiled at him.

He gave a small laugh, then turned away to face the ceiling again. "You
wont say anything to Tracy, right?"

"Of course, not, man. Bro code!"

"Cool."

"Ben I gotta know something, though." I put my hand on the top of his head
and turned it to face me. "Am I the only guy you've been with?"

Ben looked away. "Yeah..."

Wow, I was his FIRST. First guy, probably, but WOW did that feel good. I
couldn't help but smile. "How'd I do?"

"Good. But I might have to make sure that wasn't a lucky incident." Ben had
a naughty look in his eye.

"NOW? Dude I don't think that I can go another..."

"No no, I'm spent too." Ben patted his balls gently. "These boys need some
rest."

"You aren't gay, though, right?" I had to know.

"Probably Bi. I mean, I kissed you. And just shot a load of cum all over
your cock, balls, and stomach, and didn't throw up when you did the same to
me." He smiled. "But I still get super turned on when I see a chick's pussy
and boobs staring at me on the edge of a bed."

"Fair enough. Just know that I don't want to take anything away from you
and Tracy." I was being honest.

"She doesn't give me anything. I hate to say it, but she turned out to be
just a piece of expensive arm candy. I don't know what to do. She's super
hot, but a man has his NEEDS, Austin." He grabbed my cock playfully, then
let go.

"Yeah we do. And I'm always here..." I grinned "...if you need me."

"Good to know. Whore." He laughed.

"You fucker, I'm not a whore!!" I sat up and stared at him and tried to put
on a serious face, but erupted in a smile instead.

"Yeah? How many of the guys here have you fucked??"

I had to think about that one. Carlos and Mason, but there had been a few
other ones around town since I moved in. I didn't realize it, but while I
was compiling the list in my head, I was mouthing the names silently. If
Ben wasn't paying attention, I would have kept going, but he cut me short
of my thoughts.

"CARLOS AND MASON??"

Uh oh.

"Huh?" I asked stupidly.

"I saw you mouth Carlos and Mason. You fuckers have been getting it on
under my nose?"

"Uhhh...." I tried to find the best way to break it to him. "....yup."
Short and simple. That'll do.

"Holy fucking SHIT." Ben sat up and looked away.

"Hopefully that's not a bad 'holy fucking shit' but a good 'holy fucking
shit.'"

"No it's totally cool. It just explains a lot. I thought that you guys
didn't like me all of the sudden. You three seemed to be getting closer
with each other and I felt like the odd one out." Ben was shaking his head
up and down, putting it all together in his mind.

"Well if three guys fuck together, they stay together. Unless one gets
herpes. Then they're outta there." I grinned at Ben.

"How many times have you guys fucked?"

"Just once. It was hot. Mason was in the middle..."

"You had a THREEWAY??"

"Oh...yeah...we kinda did."

I could see that Ben was curious about what I had just admitted, so I told
him all about what happened. His eyes just got wider and wider.

"That's insane."

"Again...good insane or bad insane?" I had to make sure.

"Good insane, I just never would have guessed that you guys would have a
three way after only a few months of knowing each other." Ben was looking
down at the bed with an 'I-can't-believe-it' smile.

"Well I found out about Carlos first, and then Mason. Carlos bust in the
cabin while Mason and I were making out and well...one thing led to
another."

"And you didn't invite me?" Ben gave me a smirk.

"If I knew you liked guys, then I would have made a move sooner."

"So you ARE a whore."

"Gay guys aren't whores. Well, some are. But gay guys socialize with sex.
You know: 'hey good to meet you. Oh is that your cock? Let me suck it and
we'll be friends forever.'" I smiled at Ben.

"Well if that's what a guy has to do to make friends around here, I have a
lot of cock to suck."

"Just three." I punched him playfully.

"Huh?" Ben looked at me.

"Me, Carlos, and Mason. Except that Mason is a hard cock to swallow.
Fucking him would be a better way to make friends."

"One step at a time, man. I haven't even sucked a cock yet."

"Ever?" I wasn't surprised, but still didn't know how to relate to that.

"Nope. I'm not sexist when it comes to getting MY cock sucked, but I just
haven't gotten myself to that next level of gayness yet."

"I won't push you towards anything you don't want." I put a reassuring hand
on his shoulder. "Well, man, welcome to the group, I guess. Carlos is
always horny and loves to suck cock, and Mason doesn't mind getting fucked,
but is a pretty good cocksucker himself."

"Good to know. It just so happens that I have a cock that likes to get off.
But what about you?"

"What about me?" I asked.

"Do you like getting fucked?"

"If I'm in the right kind of mood, the opportunity might present itself to
the right person."

Ben shook his head, sighed, and thought for a few moments before saying
"well, man, I don't know what else to say other than holy shit."

"That's all anyone can say sometimes, Ben. Lets get cleaned up and get some
sleep. I'll take you home in the morning." I moved off the couch toward the
bathroom.

Ben followed me and after a quick shower we changed the sheets on the bed
(there was an enormous amount of cum on the sheets) and settled in for the
night.

"You down to snuggle?" I asked, giving Ben a pillow.

"Alright, stud. But watch out, I get morning wood." Ben took the pillow and
settled in facing me, pulling a blanket over his shoulders.

"I can deal with that when it happens." I moved in front of Ben and he
wrapped his arms around me.

Ben tucked his head into my shoulder. "Good night, Austin."

"Good night, Ben."

We were soon lost in a deep sleep. I dreamt good that night.