Date: Wed, 03 Nov 2010 21:45:18 -0400
From: bigmoh@post.com
Subject: the_boys_on_the_beach_part_3

THE BOYS ON THE BEACH

PART THREE

January was cold and bleak but the dismal weather was
only one factor contributing to my sour mood.  The major
reason was that I was lonely.  Levi and Gary had provided
some company over the holiday season even though it was
marred by Levi's traumatic exchange with his father.
They had weathered that storm and I was happy for them.
But my situation was unchanged; I needed what they
enjoyed.  I needed a companion.  I wanted to love and be
loved.  Over the recent years I had occasionally
entertained the idea of casual sex but I quickly
dismissed those thoughts.  It was too risky and--to be
honest--too sleazy for me.  I longed for sex but only if
it was with someone I could respect and one who was a
candidate for a lasting, loving relationship.

In spite of my values--that you may think are old
fashioned or idealistic--I began to think more seriously
that a one-night stand might not be that distasteful.  I
even made a tentative plan to spend a weekend in a
metropolitan area just over 100 miles from my home.  I'd
get a hotel room for Friday and Saturday night and cruise
the gay bars.  I'd scope out the patrons in hopes of
finding an unattached, presentable guy.  By "presentable"
I mean relatively handsome (although I wouldn't be
excessively fussy about that) who dressed well and did
not behave--for lack of a better description--in some
outlandish or kinky way.  He need not be articulate or
educated but his conversation must be interesting.
Crudeness and excessive profanity would turn me off.  I
realized that such a man would likely already be attached
and unavailable but I wasn't willing to compromise my
standards.  If I were unsuccessful and came home
frustrated, at least I could say I made the effort.  Such
were my plans.  But I kept procrastinating and never got
around to launching the adventure.

One evening I got what turned out to be a significant
phone call.  John Edwards, whom I had met at the company
Christmas party, started the conversation with casual
comments about the dreadful winter, reminiscing about the
party, and comparing notes about our respective bosses at
work.  Just as I began to wonder why he called--surely not
to talk about trivial stuff--he asked if I'd like to join
him for dinner.  It seemed to be just what I needed to
break the monotony and I agreed.  We made plans to meet
at a popular seafood restaurant the following Friday
night.

Dinner was superb and the conversation with John was
delightful.  We found several areas of shared interest.
One of his hobbies was painting; I did my "painting" with
my camera.  Both of us liked the outdoors: hiking and
camping out.  We shared a liking for classical music.  I
was so engrossed in the lively exchange of ideas that I
didn't pick up on several subtle cues that (I later
learned) he had deliberately thrown out to assess my
private interests.  For example, he commented that he
didn't like living alone; he said he didn't date because
he hadn't found the right "person" (He didn't say
"woman."); he complimented me on keeping fit; and, most
obvious of all, he said he liked me from the moment we
met at the party.  I was flattered but never suspected
his motivation.

He insisted on paying for our meals, including the tip
and I said, "Okay but next time it's my treat."

He smiled and said, "I look forward to it, my friend."
Another clue but I was too dense to recognize it.

It was still early so he invited me to his apartment for
a nightcap.  It was far more appealing that going home to
an empty house so I accepted the invitation.  In the
parking lot, I was surprised to see that he drove an
expensive sports car and more surprised when I followed
him to a luxury high-rise.  At no time in our
conversations had he mentioned anything that would
indicate that he was wealthy.

We took the elevator to the top floor.  He escorted me
into an elegant apartment, through the spacious living
room to a smaller room with a well-stocked bar.  "What'll
you have?" he asked.

"Whatever you're having is fine," I replied since I
didn't want to specify something plebian in such plush
environment and never really graduated from beer and an
occasional scotch and soda.

He poured Glen Fiddich into two glasses and said, "I
think you'll like this.  It's the best sipping scotch
I've found anywhere."

He was right; I did enjoy it but I had to decline a
refill because I didn't want to drive home tipsy.  Even
one drink had given me a slight buzz.

We didn't talk for very long before he asked, "So how's
your love life, Mark?"

In normal circumstances, that would be an inappropriate
question except, maybe, between two close, long-time
friends.  But I was not offended--perhaps because of the
rapport that had developed between us and perhaps because
the whiskey had immobilized much of my caution.
"Dormant!" I replied.

"No girlfriends?" he asked.

"No."

"Any boyfriends?"

I was not so quick to answer that one.  Since coming to
California, I've never hidden my homosexuality but it
hasn't come up in conversations, either.  I was unsure
how to reply.  I could be honest and risk losing a friend
whose company I enjoyed.  Or I could lie and pretend that
I was straight.  Honesty, with John and with myself,
dictated my answer.  "Not since I was a Junior in
college," I said and scanned his face for a reaction.

He smiled!  What did that mean?

"So my hunch is right," he said.  "You're gay?"

"Yes."  I'm afraid I was too confrontational when I
added, "Does that upset you?  Do you think I'm some kind
of pervert?  Does it mean we can't be friends?"

"Not in the least, my friend," he said with an even
broader smile.  "That's one more thing we have in
common."

I was stunned.  "I never suspected that," I blurted out.
"You seemed straight as an arrow at the Christmas party
and even flirted with the waitresses."

"Façade!" he laughed.  "I am, as they say, in the closet
... at least at work and at company functions.  You,
however, betray your interests.  At the party, you cast
more and longer glances at men than at women.  I debated
whether to invite you to dinner and back here for drinks
because I couldn't be completely sure.  But I took a
chance, even when you didn't take my bait at the
restaurant.  Now, I'm sorry I waited so long.  Will you
spend the night here?  With me?  You said your love life
was dormant.  So's mine.  I like you, Mark, and finding
out you're gay makes me horny as hell."

It was Sunday afternoon before I reluctantly kissed John
goodbye and returned home, having had nearly 48 hours of
fulfilling companionship punctuated by frequent periods
of sexual ecstasy.  That weekend was the beginning of our
relationship, one I had yearned for and one that I hoped
would go on for a very long time, perhaps a lifetime.

<><><><><><>

Three weeks later, I was checking my email.  It was all
the usual stuff except for one from Levi that I eagerly
opened.

====================
Mark:
Got a great idea.  If you can swing it, can you take some
vacation time in late March and visit us.  We're not
coming home over Spring Break.  Instead, we've accepted
an offer from a fellow student.  His family has a cabin
on the shore of a nearby lake and he's offered us the use
of it for a week if we prepare it for the summer's use.
There would be little work to do but lots of time to
enjoy the outdoors and relax.  I know you like the
outdoors and would have a good time.  We'd really like to
see you.  Can you come?  Oh, the dates are March 19-27.
Love, Levi
====================

The "outdoors" part of their message appealed to me
almost as much as seeing them again.  But there was a
problem.  After considerable thought, I sent an email
reply.

====================
Levi:
Your invitation is very appealing.  I'd love to see you
guys and a vacation is just what I need right now.  But
I'm not sure I can accept.  Let me explain why.  I've met
a wonderful guy.  We've been spending weekends together
and things are really clicking for us.  If it all works
out as I hope, we'll be together more than just weekends.
So here's my problem.  The dates you gave me include two
weekends and I don't want to miss my time with John.
Mostly I don't want to abandon him when what I want most
is to establish our friendship.  I hope you understand.
Love, Mark
====================

I hated to decline the invitation but I couldn't deny
that John and what I hoped would be a happy future with
him was more important.  I'd known him for only a short
time; our relationship was still forming.  I was afraid
if I didn't give it time and effort, it could destroy the
progress we were making.

The next evening, I eagerly checked my email to see if
Levi had responded and whether he might be disappointed.

====================
Mark:
WOW!  That's wonderful!  Gary and I are over-the-moon
happy for you.  If this John guy is half the man you are,
he has to be wonderful.  Here's another idea.  Can you
visit us at the cabin for 2-3 days during the week?  We
want to hear all about your good luck.  Better idea.
Wouldn't it be terrific if both you and John spent the
whole week with us?  Just think of the possibilities!
You'd be with him for 9 days, not just weekends.  That
could be just what both of you need to complete a
foundation for a wonderful future.  Please say yes to
either idea ... just you for a few days or both of you
for the whole time.
Love, Levi
P.S.  Our friend calls it a cabin but it's more like a
house.  With two bedrooms.  Does that make it more
interesting?
====================

I didn't know why the idea of a couple of days in midweek
had not occurred to me.  I would get to see the boys and
not sacrifice my weekends with John.  The suggestion that
both John and I join them for the entire time deserved
some thought.  I wasn't sure he could arrange vacation
time and I didn't know how he would react to the idea.  I
decided to wait until the coming weekend and, if I felt
that he would be receptive, I would relay the invitation.
I emailed Levi saying that I would let him know soon.

It was Sunday morning when the opportunity arose.  John
and I were cuddling in bed after some really great sex
when he said, "Mark, I haven't been this happy since my
partner died.  Yeah, I never mentioned it but I lived
with a guy for five years.  He was mugged and robbed late
one night on his way from his office to the parking lot.
He didn't survive the attack.  I was devastated.  It's
taken all this time to get over it and start looking for
someone.  You're it, Mark.  You're my kind of guy.  Have
you ever considered a full-time partner?"

"Have I considered it?  I've wanted it for far too long.
I kept looking and hoping I'd find someone to share my
life with.  Then you found me.  So if your question is
some kind of proposal, I accept.  Enthusiastically!"

We talked for some time about moving in together--his
apartment or my house--and when we could do it.  "As soon
as possible!" I gushed.  He laughed and gave me one of
his long, passionate, and sensuous kisses.  Moments later
I said, "That resolves a minor dilemma for me."

"And what's that?"

I proceeded to tell him of Levi's invitation, which
required some background information on how I had helped
them.  (I left out the threesome experience.)  "So what
do you think, John?  Would you like to get away for a
week?  Can you get the time off?"

"It's a splendid idea," he replied.  "And I'm pretty sure
I can get away from the office then.  I'll let you know
tomorrow."

When I returned home that night, I was on cloud nine.
Whether John could get the time off was important but far
more significant was my elation that John and I might be
lifetime partners.   I emailed Levi.

====================
Levi:
Great news!  It looks like I've found a partner.  I don't
know for how long but we're talking about where to live
together.  I hope forever.  Now about your invitation,
John will try to get the week off so you'll be saddled
with both of us.  Two bedrooms in the "cabin" helped make
up our minds.  Keep your fingers crossed.
Love, Mark
====================

<><><><><>

Levi and Gary picked us up at the airport.  The boys
hugged me like I was a favorite brother who they'd not
seen for years.  Of course, John got a warm welcome and a
hug as well.  We claimed out luggage and walked to the
parking garage.  "Nice car," John commented even though
it was a four-year-old Honda Civic.  How like him, I
thought.  Pretending that he didn't have an expensive
sports car and lived in a luxury apartment.

"It was my dad's," Gary said.  "He loaned it to me when
he bought a new one."

"Just one thing wrong with it," Levi said with a frown.
"It's got bucket seats in front so I can't sit next to
Gary."

We all laughed and John said, "Good thing!  You shouldn't
be distracting the driver with any inappropriate
behavior."  Our laughter got louder.

It was an almost two-hour drive to the cabin on two-lane
roads into a very rural countryside.  John and I were in
the back seat and all of us talking incessantly.  I
shouldn't have been but I was surprised how quickly John
and the boys developed a rapport.  Their friendly banter
was as if they were old friends.

The only thing rustic about the "cabin" were the log and
stone walls on the outside.  Inside, it was quite modern.
We were shown to our bedroom to deposit our luggage and
unpack while Levi and Gary did the same in their bedroom.

After turning on the electric power, checking the
refrigerator and furnace, and lighting the water heater,
we left to get groceries.  By the time we had eaten
supper and cleared the table, it was quite late, we were
all tired, and we decided to go to bed.


John snuggled up to me and kissed me.  "They're nice
kids," he said.  "It's no wonder you like them.  And it
was awfully kind of them to invite us both."

I agreed and said, "You're pretty wonderful yourself,
John.  I'm always happy when we're together."  I reached
for his cock and fondled it.  "And I don't mean just for
this, either."

"I feel the same way, Mark.  But do you think we ought to
make love here ... with them in the next room?"

"Why not?  They'll be doing the same thing."  I didn't
know if that was true but it was very likely.  "Besides,
what if they hear noises?  I'm sure they would approve."

We enjoyed a long period of foreplay.  It seemed to me
that was a sign of our maturing relationship: no rush to
achieve climax but a leisurely and gentle sharing of our
bodies and a comfort knowing that there was more than
physical stimulation involved.  We were bonding
psychologically and emotionally.  Climax would be the
culmination of our commitment to each other, not a goal
or a conquest.  We had learned each other's erotic zones
and made use of them to give maximum pleasure.  If the
foreplay had gone on even longer, I think I would have
been satisfied but John went down on me.  He teased me by
taking me to the brink only to pause.  He did that
repeatedly until I could take it no longer.  The urge to
ejaculate was just too powerful.  Forgetting where we
were, I let out a loud moan as my orgasm overcame all my
senses.  He took several blasts of hot cum into his
throat but saved some in his mouth to share with me in a
prolonged kiss.

I hiked my knees up to my chest, offering my ass to him.
He eagerly accepted the offer and soon buried his cock to
the hilt inside me.  He knew just what I wanted.  He
started slowly and gradually built up speed, all the
while nibbling on my ears and kissing me.  When he made
the final plunge, I squeezed my ass.  It was his turn to
moan, although not as loudly as I had, as I felt his cock
throb with several volleys of cum.

Over breakfast the next morning, Gary asked, "Well, guys,
enjoying yourselves so far?"

"As if you didn't know!" I shot back to everyone's
amusement.

We spent the first day at the "cabin" working.  In the
morning, John and I cleaned the inside of the house while
Gary and Levi worked on the boat's outboard motor in the
garage.  After lunch, we worked outside picking up fallen
branches in the yard and replacing a rotting board in the
steps to the front porch.  John took us all to dinner at
an Italian restaurant in town.  In the evening we played
Trivial Pursuit until bedtime.

"What's on the "to do" list for tomorrow," I asked.

"Play time!" Gary replied.  "With your help, we got all
the work done today.  So what's your pleasure?  Would you
like to hike through the woods?  Take the boat out on the
lake?  There's a golf course down the road if you want to
play golf."

Levi suggested we take the boat for a test run and we all
agreed that would be fine.  The air was cool and a little
breezy but the water was too cold to go swimming.  Gary
spoke for all of us when he said, "Dang!  I was hoping to
do some skinny-dipping and enjoy the ... ah ... scenery."
We pretended to scold him for being so lascivious.  He
laughed and said, "Maybe later.  We'll all be here
together for a week."

After dinner that night we settled into the living room
in front of a roaring fire in the fireplace and chatted
about nothing in particular.  John abruptly changed the
subject and asked, "Do you suppose we could find a deck
of cards?"

"Probably," Gary said.  "Unless you want to play poker
for real money.  College students can't afford that."

"I had something else in mind," John replied.  "Poker
yes.  Money no.  I was just thinking of what you said out
on the lake, Gary."

Gary looked perplexed.  "And that was?"

"Don't you remember?  The water was too cold for skinny-
dipping and you wanted to see the scenery."

"Oh," Gary replied, blushing.  "I was just joking."

"I'm not!" John exclaimed.  "I thought we could play a
little strip poker."

It took very little persuasion before we all agreed and
started looking for a deck of cards.  But our search was
futile.  Not to be denied a bit of stimulating fun, Gary
said enthusiastically, "I found a Monopoly game.  It's
got a pair of dice.  How `bout we use that?"

"You ARE eager, Gary," I laughed.  "Is it because you're
a voyeur or an exhibitionist?"

"Neither!" he exclaimed.  "I just want everybody to get
to know each other."

"Right," I said in a sarcastic tone.  "Go get the dice."

We had an uproariously good time as items of clothing
were discarded, teasing the loser of each round for his
bad luck and gloating over our own good luck.  It started
to get more interesting when Gary was down to his briefs,
Levi still had his jeans, I had my shirt and boxers, but
John had lost only his shirt.  A few more rounds and one
of us would be naked.  Poor Gary's frustration was
showing.  It seemed that he wanted--and perhaps wanted for
a long time--to check out John.  His frustration surfaced
when he looked at John intently and said, "I'm losing and
you're winning.  I challenge you to a sudden-death round.
If I lose, I'll take off my briefs and dance a jig.  If
you win, all you have to do is strip naked.  Do you
accept my challenge?"

"I do," John sneered.  "Because I want to see you dance a
jig.  You're going to lose, you know."

I couldn't believe it.  They both rolled a nine.  A tie.
"Roll again," Gary demanded.

"NO!" Levi and I said in unison and I added, "Neither of
you won.  Both of you have to strip."

They objected but Levi and I pressured them into doing
it.  Gary agreed only if John stripped first.  We were
all sitting cross-legged on the floor.  John stood and
took off his trousers, tossing them aside.  He slowly and
seductively lowered his boxers.  Both Gary and Levi had
their eyes riveted to John's crotch.  Both boys gasped
when the boxers fell around John's ankles.  He kicked his
boxers toward Gary where they landed in his lap, catching
the young man by surprise.  But he wasn't finished.  He
stepped over to Gary, stood with his legs apart,
straddling Gary's legs.  That put his cock within inches
of the astonished young man's face.  Time seemed to stand
still while Gary stared at the phallic symbol of virile
masculinity that dangled before his eyes.  John broke the
silence by saying, "I believe that's the scenery you
wanted to see.  Now it's your turn.  I want to see a
naked man dance a jig."

Poor Gary.  He stood and took off his briefs only to
reveal that he had a hard-on.  That must have been as
embarrassing but more so when slapped against his abdomen
as he danced.  Hoping to divert everyone's attention from
Gary's predicament, I said to Levi, "Come on.  Let's all
get comfortable," and I stripped off my shirt and boxers.
Levi followed my lead. He also had a hard-on, which
probably relieved any embarrassment Gary might feel.

Now what?  I wondered.  Four gay men standing in the nude
admiring each other.  Might that lead to a foursome?  I
hoped not.  I thought it best that we restrict any sexual
activity to partners rather than have an orgy that some
or all of us might regret.  My worries were put to rest
when John (bless him) said, "Looks like you two need to
take care of your problems.  I suggest you hit the sack.
Mark and I will do the same."

The next few days were thoroughly enjoyable: boating,
hiking, taking in a movie one night, or just hanging out
and relaxing.  There were some ribald comments but no
hint of having sex outside of our own bedrooms and with
our own partners.  Until ...

On Friday, Levi and I were preparing lunch; John and Gary
had gone to town for a bottle of wine to have that night.
Levi said, "Both Gary and I like John a lot.  And we're
happy that you two have gotten together.  How serious is
it?  Have you committed to each other?"

"Yes, I'm happy to say."

"So you two feel about each other the same way Gary and I
do?"

"Yes, again."

"In that case, I want to tell you something.  Remember
how we all had sex back at your place in December?"

"Don't go there!" I exclaimed, guessing at what he was
about to request.

"Just hear me out, Mark.  Gary has been bugging me about
doing something with you and John.  It would be just a
bit of fun.  I'm convinced that it wouldn't jeopardize my
relationship with him but I've discouraged it because I
don't want to do anything that would hurt your
relationship with John.  He and I disagree about that.
He thinks you two will be fine with a little
extracurricular recreation.  He makes the distinction
between sex, love, and `in love.'  We both love you but
he and I are in love.  I agree that makes a big
difference.  He thinks group sex--as long as everyone
understands it's no more than that--would be okay.  What
do you think?"

I suspected that Levi wanted it as much as Gary did;
otherwise, he wouldn't be asking.  "I'll be honest with
you, Levi.  I'm reluctant.  Maybe it's my old-fashioned
belief in fidelity.  Sex is great but when you commit to
someone, there's an implied promise that you won't play
around.  You may think I'm weird but sex between
committed partners is like ... well ... it's almost
sacred and should be reserved for your partner and no one
else."

"But we had sex once," Levi countered.  "Don't tell me
you didn't enjoy it."

"That was different.  I was unattached.  And you did it
together, as a team, as partners.  It was wonderful but
the situation is different now."

"If John wants to do it, would you go along?"

"I'll think about it," I said, hoping he would relent ...
but he didn't.

 "Will you ask him?"

"Geez, Levi!  You don't give up, do you?  Okay.  I'll ask
him.  But let me be very clear.  One.  I'll have to be
absolutely sure that he really wants to do it.  Two.
It'll be all four of us, no swapping partners.  Three.
Everyone must agree, out loud, that we're in it for pure
sexual enjoyment with no long-term expectations.  I'll
let you know John's answer.  In the meantime, don't build
up Gary's hopes.  Or yours, for that matter."

"Thanks, Mark.  I love you."

"And I love you.  Now turn off the soup before it boils
over."

That night in bed, after a particularly satisfying sex, I
summoned my courage enough to tell John of Gary's (and
probably Levi's) wanting to have group sex.  "Horny
little studs, aren't they?" he laughed.

"Of course," I said.  "And can you blame them?  You saw
Gary's reaction when you stripped in front of him the
other night."

"And how did you react when Levi told you?" John asked.

"I was reluctant because I think once a couple is
committed, they should have sex only with each other."

"That's sweet, Mark.  I mean your wanting to devote
yourself exclusively to me."

"Just the way I am," I said.  "Sleeping around with
another guy behind your partner's back is inexcusable.
But, to be candid, group sex isn't really cheating on
your lover so I promised to ask you if you were
interested."

"Am I interested?  Matter of fact, I am.  Those are two
hot studs in the other room.  I don't see that one little
orgy would do any harm.  It would please them and could
be fun for us.  Are you sure you're okay with it?"

"Yeah.  As long as we both understand that we're doing it
for the sex and nothing more."

"Agreed.  To emphasize that it's just for fun, let's make
a game of it.  They've probably done their thing tonight
but they'll be raring to go again in the morning."

We plotted our strategy, set the alarm, and then cuddled
up to go to sleep.

At six in the morning, our alarm woke us.  We kissed and
then grinned at each other in anticipation of the
morning's escapade.  We didn't dress but went into the
bathroom to start the shower.  Then, chuckling, we went
to the boys' bedroom and slipped in quietly.  The two
boys were sound asleep, wrapped in each others arms--
symbolic, I thought, of their loving bond.  Standing on
either side of the bed, we quickly stripped the blanket
and sheet off them, exposing their naked bodies.
Simultaneously, John shouted, "Up and at `em!  Time to
rise and shine!"

They both jumped and sat straight up, now wide awake.  No
doubt they were wondering why the rude awakening.  They
had the most memorable startled look on their faces.
Both had morning woodies.  I reached down and held Gary's
cock with a firm grip.  "Oh," I said.  "It looks like
you've already risen."

John followed my lead, grasped Levi's hard-on, and said,
"They're both primed for action, Mark.  What can we do
about it?"

"I know just the thing," I trying hard to put on a
serious expression.  "I've heard that a cold shower is
the best thing for a swollen penis."  We pulled them out
of bed and forced them to march into the bathroom.  "Cold
shower's all ready," I said.  "Get in, boys!"

"NO!" they screamed in unison and tried to break free
from our grip as they continued protesting.  It was a
difficult but we forced them into the shower stall.  They
were probably surprised and relieved to find the water
comfortably warm.  But they were obviously more surprised
when John and I stepped in after them.  It was crowded
with four of us in the shower but it maximized the bodily
contact.

If they were surprised at the unexpected treatment so
far, they must have been astonished when John and I fell
to our knees in front of them and immediately tried to
swallow their cocks.  Hearing soft moans of pleasure
above us, I knew that their resistance was over.

After several minutes of sucking their cocks and balls,
John said, "Your remedy is not working, Mark.  This one's
still hard as steel."

"So's this one. Go to plan B!" I exclaimed.

John and I stood.  I turned off the shower.

"Plan B?" Levi asked, bewildered.

"Yes.  It's an extreme measure but it always works for
chronic enlargement of vital organs."

We pulled the boys out of the shower stall, quickly dried
off most of their bodies but spent much more time drying
off their private parts.  Levi, I noted, had a most
adorable pucker framed by a fringe of jet-black hair.  I
fondled his cock more than just drying it and said over
my shoulder to John, "Every time I dry this thing, it
leaks out more stuff to wipe off."

"Classic symptom of libidonitis," John shot back.  "But
we've still got time before the blue ball pain sets in."
He stood, handed a dry towel to Gary and said, "I'm still
wet.  Would you dry me off?"

Gary grinned.  I think he suspected what plan B might be
but was consumed at the moment with the chance to explore
John's body.  I instructed Levi to dry me off.  Both John
and I reprimanded them for not doing an adequate job
around our crotch to encourage them to spend more time
there.  By this time, both boys were giggling with
delight.

"This one's starting to swell," Levi said, getting into
the playful mood.

"Oh my gawd!" John moaned.  "Whatever you've got is
contagious!"

"Enough," I said.  "We have to begin your therapy."  John
and I guided the boys into our bedroom; they followed
willingly.  We laid them on the bed, squeezed in on our
knees between their legs, and resumed sucking their
cocks.  When Levi seemed like he was about to cum, I
pulled off him and said to John.  "Time to intensify the
treatment.  Activate protocol 69."

"I respectfully disagree, doc," John said to me.  "I
think this calls for protocol 77."

We had ad libbed with each other well to that point but I
was confused.  "What's 77?"

"It's a variation of 69 but you get ate more."

After a short delay to process the pun, we all laughed.
John and I swung around to present our cocks to the
"patients" below us.  It was a cacophony of slurping
sounds and moans for several minutes.  When I sensed Levi
was about to cum, I pulled off, just as I had in the
shower.  I looked over at John and said, "Wanna trade
places?"  He grinned his assent.  As we maneuvered to
assault another boy, I noticed Gary had a distinct frown.
I didn't ask but I guessed that he wanted John's cock and
cum more than mine.  Still, he quickly enough took me
into his mouth as I tasted him for the first time.

It wasn't long before John whispered to me, "Switch
again?"

Levi cried out, "NO!  I'm almost there!"

We changed places again.  After only a few strokes, Levi
stopped sucking me and gushed into my mouth.  Gary was
not far behind, judging from his scream.  When Levi had
recovered and I had swallowed the last few dribbles of
cum from him, he started to work on me in earnest.  I
didn't hold back and emptied my balls into his throat.
John lasted a little longer than I did.

John and I moved around again and lay next to two very
happy young men.  "Well, Doctor Edwards," I said.  "Do
you think we've cured our patients?"

"Perhaps," he said.  "I just hope we didn't give them an
overdose.  It'd be a shame if their penises shriveled up
much more.  They'd have a hard time peeing.  They'd be
likely to pull out a hair thinking they had their penis
and wet their pants."

We laughed and spent several minutes wrestling with
deliberate groping and fondling of each other.  I called
a halt to the fun by saying, "Okay, guys.  Time to get
moving.  We've got work to do."

"Work?" Levi asked.

"Yeah.  We have to launder the bed linens, pack our bags,
eat breakfast and lunch, and get to the airport."

"Spoil sport!" Gary groused.

"Not entirely," I replied.  "Until we leave for the
airport, we're all going to be nudists.  Get your eyes
full--and your hands if you dare--because the vacation is
over."

I led the way to the kitchen where the boys seemed quite
happy to help fix breakfast and to blatantly stare at the
bare asses and bobbing cocks around them.  They also
seemed to manage to be where John and I were as we did
the laundry and packed our bags, ogling us shamelessly.
At one point, Levi and I were alone and he said, "Thanks,
Mark, for agreeing to do what we did."

"And my thanks to you, Levi.  For making me aware of the
difference between making love with a partner and
recreational sex."

After lunch, we reluctantly put on our clothes.  (Yes, I
enjoyed the nudity almost as much as the boys.)  We
locked up the cabin, and loaded our luggage into Gary's
car.  On the drive to the airport, John said, "You two
guys are a wonderful couple.  I hope your love for each
other carries through to old age.  And for you, Mark, may
I always deserve your love; you'll always have mine."  I
knew the point he was making--that our morning orgy must
not affect our devotion to our partners.  I hoped the
boys recognized it, too.  We renewed our love with a long
kiss.

>From Levi in the front passenger seat we heard, "Hey back
there.  Kissing is ah right but don't be doin' nothin'
nasty!  Heah?"

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I moved in with John two weeks after our vacation and put
my house up for sale.  Levi stayed with us during the
next three summers because his unforgiving father made
life unbearable for him at home.  He frequently visited
his mother who came to accept his homosexuality although
the visits were always kept secret from his father.  Gary
was a frequent overnight guest.  We had several foursomes
during those times with no threat to the love we felt for
our life partners.

Both John and I were delighted when the young men
graduated with honors from college but saddened that they
accepted jobs across the country in Atlanta.  Hopefully,
we'll stay in touch and be able to coordinate our
vacations to enjoy their "companionship."

The end