Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2006 15:55:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Exhibitionist Roommate - Chapter 23

On the porch, Howie opened a cupboard and brought out some towels.  We
dried off and then went inside.  Howie turned off the light and we headed
into bed.  Mike got the middle I was on one side and Howie on the other.
There was some tickling and giggling going on, but finally the laughter
died down and we drifted off to sleep.  I had turned and was snuggling
against Mike's back and I guess he was doing the same to Howie.  If felt
good to be sleeping naked with a man.  I had done it with Mike a couple of
times and each time I thought the experience was great.  I had to do this
more often.  I went to sleep with a smile on my face.

I must have turned over in the night because I woke up with a hard cock
poking me in the back.  And I also needed to take a piss – too much beer.
I had my morning wood as well.  I carefully got up, trying not to wake
anyone else.  I tiptoed out of the room and quietly opened the screen door
and went out onto the porch.

Wow, the lake was spectacular.  It was ringed with oaks and willows and
pines and there didn't seem to be any other cabins around on this portion
of the lake.  I stood at the railing with timmy pointing over the top
railing and relaxed and let go.  I hadn't done something like this since I
was about 6 years old, just stand around and pee.  I started waving my cock
around spreading the piss everywhere.  I was smiling and happy.  This was
wonderful.

It was just a bit cool out, so when I finished, I quietly reentered the
house and went back and climbed into bed.  I had turned to I was facing
Howie.  I propped my head up on my hand and laid there watching him sleep.
In the daylight, I could see the color of the hair on his chest better and
it was a deep chestnut color.  I was fascinated by his story of the ritual
of cutting his hair.  My cock stirred thinking of it, which came in contact
with his hard cock.

I lifted the covers and looked down at it.  Man it looked great.  Then I
chuckled to myself, still amazed how I was seeing the world so differently,
that I was now admiring men's cocks and enjoying it and noticing
differences and unique things about each.  Dicks were so fascinating.

As I lay there daydreaming about cocks, I was suddenly enveloped in Howie's
arms.  He pushed me over onto my back and moved on top of me, pinning me
down and gripping me with his arms.  His hard cock was being ground into my
groin and his head was at my shoulder and the nape of my neck.  I could
feel the stubble of his beard as he moved his head around and kissed my
neck.

I hugged him back and pushed my hardening cock up into him.  He continued
to nuzzle my neck and when he got to my ear, I giggled as he was tickling
me.  He raised up then and with his face inches from mine said, "Mornin'"
and then kissed me on the nose.  I squeezed him tightly and pushed my hard
cock up into him.  He smiled, opened his eyes a bit more, smiled and said,
"Ready for your morning fuck?"

I was enjoying looking at the expressions on his face and how his beard
stubble framed and accented his face, and I could only nod.

He smiled and said, "Me in you?"

I nodded again and smiled.

He moved around a bit, pushed the covers off of us and reached into a
drawer of the nightstand.  He came back with a bottle.  He applied some to
his hand and I felt his fingers circle my hole as he worked to lube up the
area.  Then he inserted a finger in while watching my face.  I might of
winced or inhaled because he brought the finger out, put some more lube on
it and returned to my hole.  He inserted his finger again and I relaxed and
let him work his finger in.

He smiled, then applied a bit more lube and slid two fingers in gently.  I
still gasped at the thrill of it all.  He smiled a bit more and then he
must have applied lube to his cock because the next thing I felt was the
head of it against my hole.

He had positioned me so that my legs were over his shoulders and his arms
were on either side of my shoulders.  He pushed forward with his hips and I
felt the head begin to penetrate my hole.  I tried to remember all the
things Mike had taught me.  I relaxed and pushed out as he pushed in and he
slipped into my hole and I did gasp again.

There was that twinge of pain as he expanded my hole enough to get the head
of his cock in.  My hole had tightened around the head of his cock,
gripping it firmly.  "Relax," he whispered to me.  I reached up and took
hold of him by his sides and relaxed my hole and pulled him towards me.  He
eased into me and I felt my hole expanding as he penetrated me.  I realized
I had been holding my breath until he was seated all the way in.  I let the
breath out and smiled up at him and he smiled then and I felt him flex his
cock in my ass a couple of times.

He slowly pulled out and then back in, hitting that magic spot in there and
I sighed and closed my eyes.  "Enjoying that roomie?" Mike asked, and I
turned and saw that he was propped up on his arms watching me getting
fucked.

I was still getting used to being observed doing these things and I smiled
and said, "Yes," in a quiet voice.  The pleasure was beginning to build and
I was definitely in the moment.

"Mind if I join you?" Mike said to us.  I couldn't figure out how he was
going to do that.  I knew there was no way he could get inside me with
Howie there, so I had no clue what he meant.

Howie said, "The more the merrier," and pushed deep into me again. I just
sighed again and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling.

I opened my eyes to see Mike standing behind Howie.  I heard a cap snap and
saw him put the bottle back on the nightstand.  I looked up at Howie's face
and knew that Mike was pushing himself into Howie.  Howie concentrated for
a moment and then a smile came across his face.  I realized I was being
fucked by a guy who was being fucked!  My cock jerked at the mere thought
of what this must look like.

At one point Howie pushed even deeper into me and let out a umpf as Mike
must have plunged to the hilt in him.  Then Mike started guiding the
process and I realized later that Mike was basically standing still and
using Howie's ass to jerk himself off with.  Howie was fucking himself
while he fucked me; each time he pulled out of me, he was pushing himself
back on Mike's cock.

I could tell it was driving him crazy with the sensations in both ends of
the his body.  His face contorted for a bit as he fought to keep control;
then he breathed deeply and started pumping me fast, hard and deeply.  I
was clamping my ass down around his shaft as he continue to massage my
prostate.

Then I could feel the tension increase in his arms and his expression
became intense as I knew he was nearing the edge, and then he began to
shoot hot loads into my ass.  I clamped tightly around him and let him work
on my hole as he shot.  I had not shot this time from the fucking, and I
didn't have enough experience to know if this was okay or not, but there
was nothing I could do about it at the moment.

Mike came at about the same time as I heard him gasp and practically fall
on top of Howie as he did.  Howie's body was racked with a spasm at that
moment and he groaned in ecstasy as his senses were overloaded.

Howie opened his eyes and looked down at me with his face merely inches
from mine.  He smiled and bent lower and kissed me deeply, letting his
tongue explore my mouth.

Mike pulled out and moved around to give Howie a hug and then me. "Man,
that was awesome!"  He was smiling away.  "Sometime this weekend, I want to
see if I can get both of you inside me at the same time!"  I don't know
where that came from, but it was something I wanted to see.

I laughed and Howie said, "You're on `dude'!" and laughed as well.

He pulled out of me and then I unfolded and stretched my legs out.  What a
way to start out the morning.

Howie said, "I have to pee!"  He walked out the bedroom door to the porch
with his glistening cock leading the way.  Mike followed him saying he had
to go as well.  I followed, wanting to see this, walking a bit funny as I
felt cum running down my leg, with sore legs and a sore butt.  This was
wild.  I stood and watched the two guys start pissing off the edge of the
porch and then Mike turned and starting covering Howie with piss.  Howie
laughed and turned and pointed his cock at Mike, splashing him with piss.

That continued on until they ran out of piss.  They both were laughing away
as we walked down to the lake for a morning swim.  And swim we did.  There
was a dock tied out in the lake that we swam to.  It was good to stretch
out and really use my muscles after sessions we had been through.  Images
of the last several hours, since Howie showed up in my room, played through
my mind as I swam towards the platform.

When I pulled myself up onto the dock, I saw that Mike and Howie were
already there, sitting up with knees bent as water streamed down their
naked bodies.  I wanted to just wait there a moment and take in this image.

"Last one on the dock has to fix breakfast," Howie said as I got up onto
the dock.

I started to protest and then thought, laughed and said, "Yes, I am serving
protein shakes," and shook my soft cock at them.

Mike busted out laughing. I think I surprised him coming up with that.
Howie looked between the two of us and chuckled, "You two make quite the
pair."

Emboldened, I said, "Yeah, I think so!"

And Mike's mouth dropped open, and then he closed it and smiled.  "Leave it
to my roommate!"

I sat down on the dock and breathed deeply of the morning lake air.  This
was really great.  The location, the guys... everything was awesome, as
Howie would say in his surfer lingo.

Everyone just sat and took in all the views, landscape and nudes.  Finally,
Howie stood up and said, "Last one back to shore has to do the dishes!" and
leaped off the dock and knifed through the water.

I was up and off the platform in a second, leaving Mike to bring up the
rear.  I almost swallowed a mouthful of water as I thought how appropriate
that was.  But I got it together and put on the steam and swam up to Howie.
I paused long enough to see his butt on the surface of the lake and then
peaked under the water to see his dick waggle as he swam.

I surfaced and dug in and passed Howie and pushed for all I was worth to
make it to the shore first.  I made it and pulled up to the shore and then
out, where I stood and watched the race between Mike and Howie as they each
tried to out swim the other.  It was going to be close.

But Mike was up first and Howie just a second later.  Mike raised his arms
over his head ala Rocky and danced around.  I was laughing again.  Howie
got out of the water winded, looked at me, smiled and then said, "I
wouldn't laugh there youngin', you better get in there and get started on
breakfast.  Pancakes, eggs and bacon is on the menu, better get crackin'"
Now he was trying out a country accent?

I laughed again and headed into the house.  I found all the stuff and
busied myself with the process.  I started the coffee and looked around the
kitchen.  I was no stranger to kitchens and enjoyed cooking.  Gee, I wonder
if that meant I was gay?  I laughed at myself and put the syrup in a bowl
of hot water to warm it.  I cooked all the pancakes and kept them warm in
the oven, while cooking the bacon.  It was funny to be naked in the kitchen
cooking.  Life was certainly changing for me.

I hollered out to ask how they wanted their eggs and they came in from the
porch with the "cat caught with feather in its mouth look."

Howie reached out and gripped Mike's balls and said, "These would make nice
eggs, don't you think?" and cracked up laughing.

"What have you two been up to?" I asked, a bit jealous, I think.

"Nothing," Mike said, "I was just checking to make sure that Howie hadn't
hurt anything trying to catch me on the swim in."

Howie smacked him on the shoulder, "More like I was checking you out to see
if you strained anything rushing to get past me, afraid I was going to nail
your ass this time."  What ever they had been up to, it certainly hadn't
been checkers.  I think they had been playing doctor, or some variation
there of.

"I asked how you wanted your eggs, gentlemen," the tone of my voice told
them that I was brokering any humor at that point.

They both laughed and Howie said, "Over-easy, the same way I like my men,"
and he snickered.

"Over hard, the same way I like my men," Mike replied and chortled.

"Assholes.  I like mine scrambled, like the brains of my roommate and
cousin."  But I laughed to myself, glad that Mike and Howie were hitting it
off so well.

I went back and cooked Howie's eggs and then called him over to fix his
plate.  Mike's were ready and he fixed his plate.  Then it only took a
moment for me to fix mine and we were sitting at the big wooden table with
mugs of hot coffee and a hearty breakfast.

"Great breakfast!" Howie said around a mouthful of pancakes.

Mike just nodded vigorously in agreement.

"I guess we all worked up an appetite," I said, enjoying watching the guys
chow down on the food I had prepared.

"So what are the plans for the rest of the day," I asked after I swallowed
a bite of eggs and pancakes.

Howie laughed, "Not a lot of plans.  Just sun, sex, water, sex, food, sex,
sun, and maybe some food sex."

"Food sex?"  I asked.

"You have never heard of fucking a watermelon?" He looked up and saw the
surprised look on my face.  "Or eating ice cream off the cock of a guy, or
a banana out of a guy's ass?"  I continued to looked stunned.

He turned to Mike and said, "You been leading a sheltered life?"

Mike laughed and almost blew coffee out of his nose, "No, we just haven't
gotten to everything yet!"  he choked and then said, "I thought it was hot
dogs out of a guy's ass!"

I still didn't know if they were pulling my leg or were saying the truth.
With Mike I never knew and I didn't know Howie well enough yet to tell if
he was joshing me or not.

"And isn't it mashed potatoes off a guy's cock?" Mike asked, making me
really wonder then.

"We'll have to save that for lunch, because I don't want to waste any of
this great breakfast."  He looked around the table and then added, "Unless
someone wants to coat their crotch with maple syrup for us to lick off?"
The image of that got my cock to swelling.  I was thinking that I had some
extra syrup, when Howie spoke up again.

"No, today, we relax, have fun and as much sex as everyone wants and then
while Mike and I take a nap, Tim, you will do some of your homework."  He
smiled, making it sound like he was talking to a grade schooler.

He smiled a crooked grin, "Besides, I want to see Mike get fucked and maybe
try getting the two of us up there."

I had gotten bolder and said, "I am on for the fucking of Mike, but how
about your ass, too.  Turn about is only fair!"  I said and they both
looked at me and laughed.  "What?"

"Tim, you are sure turning out to be a little slut.  First I couldn't get
you to hardly touch me and now you are announcing to the world that you
want to fuck me."  He smiled a big smile and reached over and ruffled my
hair.  I loved that and I hated it.  It made me feel like the little
brother, which I liked, but also probably disliked as much as a little
brother would.  I was happy.

"Yep, that's me, the little slut, except that timmy takes offense at that.
He thinks he is anything but little!"  It was my turn to laugh then.  And
after a moment, they burst out laughing as well.

Evidently something had transpired while I was cooking breakfast because
Mike ended up being the one to clean up the dishes.  Mike just smiled and
then Howie smiled and I wondered what was up. Mike just started clearing
the plates and Howie said we should go out on the porch and wait for him.

Once outside, Howie sat down on the table there that was covered with the
drying towels.  "Tim, you didn't get to shoot this morning while Mike and I
was shooting cum up other people's asses."  I blushed a bit.  Damn, I
thought I was getting over that.

"Yeah," I said, wondering where this was going to go.

"So I thought I might take care of that for you while Mike did the dishes."
He was smiling but seemed a bit nervous.  "Damn, this is more difficult
than I thought it would be."  He looked at me again, took a deep breath and
started again.  "Tim, do you want me to blow you, or do you want to fuck
me?"  And he looked like he was going to blush.  My over sexed super
experienced cousin was nervous about asking his cousin to have sex.

I thought for a moment and looked at Howie. I could tell by his expression
that he thought I might turn him down.  I decided to have a little fun with
him.  "Howie, what makes you think that you could get me off by sucking me
or that your ass would be a powerful enough stimulate to put me over the
edge?"  I said it with the best serious voice I could muster.  I was really
trying to hold back the laughter at the expression on his face.

"Why, I, ah, other guys have said, I ah," I was really enjoying this,
seeing this hunk stutter and stammer over the issue of pleasing me.

"So just because these poor itinerant workers you work with begin to shoot
at the mere site of your pouty lips or spongy butt, doesn't mean that every
guy you meet will think the same thing."  This was very difficult to
maintain this serious demeanor.

"Oh, I, ah, Tim, I'm sorry," he lowered his head.  Shit, I had really hurt
him!  Oh Fuck!

"Howie, no, I am sorry, I was just joking with you!  I find you really
hot!"  I said trying to get him to raise his head and look at me.  He
wouldn't do it.  "Howie, look at me.  You are one chiseled hunk and I was
enjoying you so much in my ass that I almost came just from that."  He
still didn't raise his head.

"Howie, it is me that should be offering to please you, because you are a
stud and guys should worship you." I was pouring it on thick.

Howie was slowly raising his head as he said, "So why aren't you on your
knees, with your face in the dirt, worshipping me?"  He had his head up and
was grinning like a Halloween pumpkin.

"Asshole!" I said and turned to leave.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.  "Look if you can't stand the lube
then don't bend over."  I looked at him quizzically and then got it and had
to smile.

"I get it, kitchen, heat, lube, bend over.  Ha, Ha."  I couldn't help
myself I started laughing.

He stood up and pulled me close and hugged me.  "Speaking of assholes,
yours is mighty fine."  He gave me noogies on my head then and I squirmed
out of his grip.

"Howie, I don't know.  I want to fuck Mike and want to suck you.  I want
you to suck me and I want to fuck you as well, but we have the whole
weekend, so I don't know where to start."  I paused for a second and then
asked in all seriousness, "Howie, I want to know how you handled it and how
you handle it.  Being gay, I mean.  I mean living with it, telling people
what you are, or do you?  What do your parents think?  How do friends treat
you?  If you weren't coming to meet me would you have been wearing eye
shadow and heels."  I was joking on the last part and he smiled.

"Come over here and sit beside me.  I want to feel your warm body next to
mine.  I am not going to spend hours on this because I have my eye on timmy
there and getting that liquid protein shake you talked about."  He reached
over and gave my cock a squeeze, which made it swell and want more.

"After Uncle Randy showed me the joys of man to man sex, I thought back
over my last several years and realized that I had just been going through
the motions with girls because every other guy did.  I thought they felt
the same way I did and only talked about how great it felt so they would be
just like their friends.

"I realized then that I had probably wanted to be with guys all along, but
never knew how to express it or what to do or how to do it.  I mean I had
heard guys in high school talk about fags and queers, and that they were
guys who liked guys, but I didn't know what they did together.

"Uncle Randy, and boy what an apropos name, showed me how men could love
each other, and he showed me that I could experience pleasure I literally
had never dreamed of.  The first time he took me someplace and introduced
me as his little boy toy, I nearly died.  I didn't know the people he was
introducing me to and didn't know what they would think of such a nick
name.  I blushed, stammered, and left as soon as I could break away, and
sat in the car until he came out to find out what was wrong.

"He saw what an impact it had had on me.  We talked for a long time and he
apologized and explained that he lived with the philosophy that if they
don't like it, fuck `em.  That was difficult for me to accept.  I had
always worried what other people thought about me.

"It took some time for me to be comfortable with people knowing about me,
but the guys in the bunkhouse broke down a lot of those barriers by showing
me how diverse man to man sex was and how wonderful and everything.

"I have told my mom, but not my Dad, cause I didn't know how he would take
it.  She has probably told him, but I don't know for sure.  She was great
and hugged me and cried a bit and told me she was happy that I was happy
and that she would always love me no matter what."  His eyes were welling
up as he told this part.

"So I have no problem now telling people I am gay, but it is not something
I shout from the rooftops, but I am not ashamed of it."  He stood up and
walked to the railing and then bellowed out, "Hey, world, Howie is gay!"

I started laughing then and he did as well, breaking the seriousness of the
moment.  I knew I had gotten as much as I was going to get right then and
would find out more at another time.  So I changed the subject.

"What's the kinkiest thing this Joey ever did?"

He looked at me for a moment because of the non-sequitor and then smiled,
"Well, I don't know if he did it, but he told a story about going to this
heavy S & M party." He looked up at me, "Sadism and Masochism," he paused
again, "guys who like to give pain and guys who like to get pain," I nodded
understanding what he was saying, but not the concept.  "He tells about a
guy.  I can hardly tell this.  It hurts me to tell it.  He tells the story
of a guy who put his nuts on a board and another guy nailed his ball sack
to the board."  I cringed and my balls drew up at the mere thought.

"But enough of that. Yuck!  He was known for the stuff he used to stick up
his ass to get himself off.  He used candles, carrots, cucumbers, polish
sausage, flashlights—and I mean the big d-cell size flash lights, toilet
plunger handles, Screwdriver handles (that is kind of appropriate),
anything and everything.  He tells stories of being fisted," he looked at
me again, "having a man stick his fist up his ass," my mouth dropped open.
"Yes, he is one kinky mother-fucker."

He reached over and held my cock.  "He liked to have 4 or 5 guys stand
around and jerk off on his face.  He loves the taste of cum.  I have seen
him suck it out of a guy's ass, but let's move on to you.  Enough of Joey,
he is kind of wild."  Kind of? I thought.

He had begun to fondle my cock and I was responding...growing thicker and
longer as he continued his work on my cock.  I moaned at the pleasure and
he took that as a good sign and moved and knelt between my legs.  I thought
he was going to zero in on my cock, but instead he lifted my legs and
pushed them up until I had to lean back on the table.  I thought then that
he might be getting ready to fuck me again.

But instead he put his tongue to my hole and began to lick it.  I moaned
from deep in my chest as he began to work his tongue around and around my
hole and up and down the crack.  And then his hot breath there sent chills
up and down my back.  I closed my eyes and focused on the feelings at my
hole.  I relaxed from his work and he pushed his tongue into my hole and I
groaned and squirmed.

He chuckled in my hole and more hot breath caressed it.  Shit, fuck and all
of that!  This was hot.  Mike had done this to me and taught me how to do
it to him, but each time it was incredible.  I had a thought in the middle
of all of this that if he kept going he might get some of his own cum out
of my ass.  I tightened up a bit at that thought, but his tongue was
insistent and I relaxed again.  I was enjoying the pleasure, but wanted to
reach down and stroke and take it farther faster, but Howie had other
ideas.  He began to work his way up from my hole to that sensitive area
behind my nuts.

Then he worked on each nut, taking each one into his mouth and swirling it
around.  He worked to get both in at the same time and managed to do it.
It was incredible.  Then he moved up to my cock, which was dripping away by
this time.  He took the head and sucked the precum off and ran his tongue
around the whole thing.

I was gripping the table edge now as he began in earnest to suck my cock.
He would lick the shaft top to bottom and then take the whole thing,
burying his nose in my stubble.  It was wild and wonderful and I could
never get enough of this.  Then I felt the rush building and knew it was
close.  I realized I had been moaning and groaning all through his work,
but now I felt a groan building that I thought was going to blow the roof
off of the porch.

I reached up and held onto his head and pushed it down as I pushed up into
his mouth and shot and shot and shot and oh shit, it was never going to
end.  He just kept sucking and swallowing every drop.  And when I quit he
squeezed and milked the last drop out and then sucked that, too.

And that is when I had to push him off, it was just too sensitive.  Oh
shit!  I was still rolling in the fog of the lust as he rubbed my stomach
and fondled my balls.

"Nice," he said, wiping his chin, "I got my protein shake."

"Yeah, and it looks like my roomie loved giving it to you as well," Mike
said.  I opened my eyes and saw him leaning against the porch railing.  He
must have been there through the whole thing.  I smiled and gazed down at
Howie kneeling between my legs.

That is when I heard, "Got any more of those protein shakes around?" and it
wasn't Howie or Mike speaking!  Oh Shit!

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