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I didn’t have to be told twice. I also noted that Forrest had jumped a bit when he felt Greg’s hand grab him. I sensed Forrest was up for a bit more, but I could sense that he wasn’t quite ready for his pal to know how into this he was. So, as I descended on that juicy, pre-cum wet dick, tasting that familiar flavor once more, I brought my hand up under my chin, pushing Greg’s hand away. I held his cock in such a way that my left index finger was up alongside the tube underneath his shaft. I took a few slides on that throat tickler, getting my finger nice and wet in the process. When I knew it was lubed up, I took my hand and went up behind his balls.

From Greg’s point of view, I hoped it looked as though I was working his nuts. Instead, I slid my finger along his taint and then up and around that puckered entrance. The minute my finger circled his hole, his head shot up and he looked at me. It was a look that said, “Shit man, you got me all figured out.” He just smiled a wide smile, and said, “Go for it, man.” I slowly entered his ass with my finger, tonguing around inside his foreskin and working on that head with my tongue. I began to feel around, and then I found it--that hard, little walnut-shaped pleasure button.

I circled it with my finger, bringing more and more pressure to bear, with my finger and with my tongue. His hips began to undulate, thrusting his ass back on my finger and his prick down my throat. His meat was swelling, and suddenly he jerked up and said, “Take it man, here it comes, gonna cream your throat, swallow it man, drink my juice!” And juice me he did! His cum was much different, thicker and creamier, and it didn’t shoot out like Greg’s. It just kinda poured out in streams, almost like a slow-motion piss of man-cream. I savored the taste, rolling it around my tongue as I continued to work his dick, licking and bobbing my head. He reached up and held onto the headboard, his body tense and stiff, his toes pointed, and breath coming in and out of his nose in great blasts. Greg was there, running his hand up and down Forrest’s thigh, encouraging him in his turn.

“Hold on, man, you feel that? Feels like its kinda burning, but it feels good, too, huh?”

I kept sucking him, still running my finger around his prostate, until he finally let go of the headboard and grabbed my head.

“No more, man, no more for now,” he said as he pulled my head off his cock. “Fuck, man, that was unbelievable!”

I smiled at him, and he took a deep breath and exhaled, ran his fingers through his hair, and looked at me and laughed. I started licking and kissing the inside of his thigh, and Forrest just laid there with his eyes closed and soaked it all up. I laid my head on his thigh, the smell from his crotch rising in my face. We sat there for a while, until Forrest’s breath returned to normal. Then he moved and looked down at me. I saw his eyes flicker in the light, and I turned to see Greg, crashed against the footboard. Snoring lightly, he was out of it.

Forrest smiled at me and ruffled my hair. “Let’s take a hint from him, and get some shut eye.”

We woke Greg enough to get him laying the correct way in the bed, and I lay down next to him, with Forrest on the other side of me. I still had not cum, but that was okay at the time. Man, I was exhausted after taking care of both of them. I reached into my jockeys and began fondling my hard cock. Forrest turned on his side facing me, took his hand and tweaked my nose, then let his hand fall on my chest. He grinned at me as I closed my eyes and drifted for a moment.

I don’t know how long I lay there, but I drifted off for a while. Could have been fifteen minutes, could have been a couple of hours. It was still dark. The light from the landing was still spreading its soft glow over the three of us, and the parking lot lamps were casting their light in through the window as well. I woke with a start, and an almost instant, “Shhh!” so I didn’t move. I still felt a hand on my cock, but it wasn’t mine. One of my hands was behind my head, and the other was holding on to Forrest’s forearm as it lay across me. I looked over and saw that Forrest was awake and smiling at me. My eyes flowed across his shoulder and down his arm, until I saw his hand in my jockeys. Just then, he pulled his hand out and brought it to his lips, licking his fingers clean of all the goo my cock had been pumping out.

“You taste good. Shit man, I’ve never seen anybody pump out so much pre-cum!” he whispered to me. I wondered why he was whispering, so I looked to the other side, and noticed Greg laying, snoring softly, dead to the world. He looked so innocent lying there. I had been right. Forrest was WAY more into all this than his buddy. Slowly, I turned on my side to face Forrest, and reached for his cock. Needless to say, he was hard as a rock, and dripping as well. While we felt of each other, becoming more familiar with each other’s bodies and dicks, I got the full story out of Forrest.

He and Greg had grown up together, it was true, but they hadn’t been close until they got into college. Greg’s family owned the ranch where Forrest had grown up, Forrest’s father working for Greg’s dad. They had known each other to speak, but they moved in different circles. Even in high school, Greg had moved with the jocks and cheerleaders, while Forrest had had to work after school to help out at home. When they moved to College Station, they had run into each other on campus, and something had struck a chord. Perhaps being from the same spot did count for something. They had gotten to know each other better, and eventually became good friends.

As far as sex was concerned, Forrest had ‘matured early,’ a polite saying we use here in the South to explain the fact that a young man grew a big ol’ cock at a young age. Forrest’s father couldn’t help noticing the size of his son’s endowment, and one day he had taken Forrest out to help round up some cattle. While on this trip, he had talked Forrest into showing him his meat. Seems that Forrest’s dad didn’t have quite the endowment of his son, and he was fascinated by the length and thickness of it. So fascinated that before long, while Forrest was sleeping under the stars, he was awakened to find his father’s lips fastened around his hard cock. He had shot off immediately, but that started a pattern that was to continue for some time. Forrest would be awakened on many occasions to find his father had sneaked into his room and swallowed his dick.

I had to make Forrest stop teasing my cock for a minute. I wanted to hear the entire story, and I was about to shoot as the image of Forrest laying under the stars with his father sucking on his beautiful prick burned itself into my brain. I noticed that Forrest was checking over my shoulder on occasion, afraid Greg would wake up and hear what we were talking about. Finally, I calmed down a bit, and Forrest resumed both his stroking of my cock, and his story.

As he got older, he began to notice that his father would spend some time up at the horse barn, occasionally spending the night. One night, while Forrest was in high school, he had snuck out and followed his dad up there. The horse barn had some living quarters in it, but there hadn’t been enough work on the ranch to keep hired hands for years. Forrest sneaked up to the barn and peeked in a window, only to discover his dad and a couple of his buddies from town, all naked and playing with each other. He had been shocked at the sight, and pulled back from the window and ran all the way home. Later, when Forrest was at home lying in bed, he jerked off a couple of times before going to sleep.

On another occasion, Forrest had come across a cowboy named David, who he knew from the area, bathing in the creek. Forrest was able to watch him from some bushes, as he washed and then walked out of the water. Seeing that fully grown man nude in full daylight was almost more than he could stand. The cowboy had looked around to see if anyone was around, then he’d lay down and drowsed in the sun with his hat over his face. While he was asleep, he evidently had a good dream, as his cock began to fill out and stood up straight from his loins. Forrest couldn’t help himself, and he snuck out of his hiding place and eased himself over. Slowly, he crept up, until he was finally near enough to the young man that he could touch him. Forrest enjoyed looking at his body, wanting to touch him because the young man’s chest was covered with hair, so different from Forrest’s own.

He reached his hand out, and ran his hand softly across David’s chest. When the cowboy didn’t move, Forrest became bolder and felt of his chest again, this time rubbing his hand up and down his belly. On one down stroke, the back of Forrest’s hand hit the young man’s hard dick, and it bobbed and jerked in reaction. There was a string of pre-cum dripping from his cockhead and forming a pool on his belly, and Forrest couldn’t stop himself from putting his finger in the nectar and tasting it. It had a light, slick feeling, and almost no taste, but a smell he’d noticed from smelling himself. The young man shifted, and Forrest almost ran away, but then he mumbled something and snored softly.

The barriers were down now that Forrest was sure the young cowboy was asleep, and he decided to discover why his father enjoyed sucking. He bent forward, taking the young man’s cock into his mouth, and licking around it a few times. When the young man didn’t awaken, merely moved his hips a little, Forrest took him into his mouth and proceeded to slide up and down his meat. The young man began to move his hips, and all of a sudden was shooting a big load of cum into his mouth! It was so sudden, Forrest had let the cock fall from his lips as it continued to shoot, and spit out the cum he had in his mouth on the man’s belly. Forrest stood up, and he began to walk away, stunned by what he had done. As he looked back, he thought he saw the young cowboy’s hat move, but he wasn’t sure.

This time it was Forrest who stopped my hand’ it seems like the memory of the cowboy got to him a bit. When he was calmed down, Forrest finished up. Other than that, Forrest had only met a couple of guys on occasion, in a way similar to the way in which we had met, and gotten blow-jobs from a few of them. He had always admired Greg, though, and as they became friends, he began trying to figure a way of getting him to play around. Tonight was the first time he’d ever gotten Greg to do anything, and he was pleased with what he had accomplished. I didn’t tell him about the way Greg had been so close to his cock, but I guessed that maybe that interest was returned.

Forrest and I had been stroking each other’s cocks, slowly, teasing us along. I was hotter than a firecracker, not having cum yet, but I wanted another taste of his meat. The way we were lying, the only thing for me to do was to sit up, spin around, and lay back down, putting us into a 69. I disturbed Greg a little, but he just turned on his side facing away from us and was soon back asleep. I have to admit, the sight of his ass as he lay facing away from me was tempting, but I already had a hot, dripping cock in front of my face, so what choice did I have? I took my time again, exploring his prick, licking it all over, sucking it down my throat and laving it with my tongue, twisting my head in a corkscrew motion as I sucked up and down his shaft, pulling on his foreskin lightly with my teeth and licking around the cup formed inside his skin when I pulled it up.

In the meantime, Forrest was stroking me, slowly, exploring my body as well. Then I felt it, his tongue, gently licking across my head and getting a taste of my dick, looking for the flavor of my pre-cum. It was only for a second, and I pulled off his piece and looked down at him. He was looking over at Greg, and I shifted my gaze to him as well. He was still peacefully asleep, facing the door.

Gradually, Forrest became bolder, licking my shaft, tasting it, taking it into his mouth. It was obvious that, while he had told me some of his story, either he’d left some things out, or he was a born cocksucker. Man, he didn’t have any trouble pleasing me, and before long we both had a mouthful, and were quietly moaning around the meat in our mouths. It didn’t take me long before a fire lit at the base of my cock and I began spraying his throat with a load of cum torn from my balls that blew my mind. Man, I almost drowned him with my shots, and, when I finished, he looked down at me.

In the light from the window, there was a glisten under his nose. I asked him if he was alright, he smiled and said that he had choked for a minute, and cum had come out his nose! It was gross, but funny at the time. We smiled, and I worked on him a minute more, before I felt Greg roll over again. Worried that Greg might have heard us, Forrest began to lose his hard on. I didn’t have to worry about that, though, as when Greg rolled over on his back, he revealed that, awake or not, his dick was definitely ready for round two!

I rubbed the inside of Forrest’s thigh, and he looked at me. I smiled a smile of reassurance and moved from him and took Greg in my hand. I began to stroke his meat, marveling at the difference between a cut and an uncut cock. I picked it up and stroked it up and down in the dim light, so that Forrest could see and enjoy it. Greg didn’t seem disturbed, so I stroked it a bit more, until I saw a gleam in the eye of Greg’s prick. I rubbed my finger in it, and turned to see Forrest up on one elbow, leaning toward me to see more clearly. His other hand slowly fisted his cock.

I held my hand out to him, putting my finger near his mouth. He sniffed it, and then locked eyes with me. He opened his mouth, and tasted his buddy for the first time. I did notice that his hand sped up a bit for a moment. I turned back to Greg, and slowly began circling the head of his cock with my tongue sticking out, doing as much as I could to make sure that Forrest could see me. I backed off and ran my finger up the tube along the bottom of Greg’s cock, then wiped the pre-cum off on my finger, again offering it to Forrest. This time when I turned I noticed that he had moved closer, and he eagerly took my finger in his mouth, licking it and sucking it almost like a cock. He was definitely getting into this even more.

The fact that Greg laid there, his arms over his head, snoring softly, only added to the experience for him. To make more room for Forrest, I got up on my knees and bent over Greg, sucking him into my mouth once more. Slowly sliding up and down on his meat, I noticed that Forrest had taken me up on my unspoken offer and had moved closer. Now, I could feel his breath on my face as I played the skin flute. I backed off again, running my finger up the tube on his underside again, but this time, as the goo was glistening in his pee-slit, I bent his cock over and offered it to Forrest. He was staring at it as I aimed it as his face, and then looked in my eyes. He glanced up at Greg’s face, but he seemed to still be out of it. Feeling safer, he slowly stuck out his tongue and tasted his buddy’s juice straight from the source.

One lick, and Forrest was lost. Man, I was already hard again from sucking Greg, but seeing Forrest take his buddy’s meat was enough to make me cum again, which I tried hard to keep from doing. Forrest was being gentle, taking care not to wake Greg. He brought his adoration of his buddy into his work, and he was doing a hell of a job. Greg began to move his hips, and his legs spread. He dug his heels into the mattress so he could fuck up into that mouth that was bringing him so much pleasure. It began to dawn on me that Greg was getting way too into it for him to be asleep. He was making little “uh...uh…uh” noises, high pitched and quiet, as he humped up into his buddy’s mouth. I took advantage of this, and bent down and took his balls into my mouth. Greg’s only response was to spread his legs wider, bending his knees and planting his feet close to those hairy buns. I looked up, and Greg’s arm was now thrown across his eyes, blocking his vision. I knew then he was definitely awake, and knew what was going on. I couldn’t resist any longer and, locking eyes one more time with

Forrest dove into the forest of golden hair between his thighs, licking and sucking, working my tongue along his crack, tasting his musky sweat. He still smelled so clean, even down there, it was just the scent of a horny young man looking to get a nut. My tongue hit his wrinkled hole, and as I licked around it, I felt it pucker, and then begin to pulsate. I pulled back up just in time to see Forrest’s cheeks puff out, and I knew he was shooting a few buckets of man juice into his buddy’s mouth. I looked past Forrest’s head and thought I saw a glimmer from the light reflecting off Greg’s eyes.

It was just an instant, and then I saw Forrest swallow and let Greg’s thick meat flop out of his mouth and land with a soft splat on his belly. Greg’s head turned and he brought a hand to his face to rub his eyes. Forrest immediately jumped back and lies down on his side, facing away from Greg and feigning sleep. By the time Greg had ‘rubbed the sleep from his eyes,’ and ‘awakened,’ he saw was me sitting there, finishing myself off and popping a nut of cum on myself. He grinned at me, and I looked at Forrest’s back. He looked over at Forrest, then back at me, then smiled again and got out of bed. He walked into the bathroom and took a piss, then came back to bed. He lies down beside me, as I had lain down again by the time he got back. He leaned into my ear and whispered, “That sure felt great, you down there licking between my legs. Reckon Forrest heard us?”

I just stared at him, and wondered at it all. There was no doubt in my mind that he had been awake for most, if not all, of the last blowjob he had gotten. He had to have realized that there were two mouths working on him. Who else did he think it was? I just chuckled to myself and rolled over against Greg, throwing my arm over his chest. I took a chance and kissed him on the cheek, and he made a satisfied grunt and grabbed onto my arm and squeezed it. When he felt me hardening against his thigh, he rolled onto his side away from me, raised his leg, reached between them with his hand, and placed my cock between his hairy thighs.

Man--that wiry hair was doing a hell of a number on my hard dick, but I was too worn out to do anything other than enjoy the feeling. Then he grabbed my hand and placed it on his hardening cock, and settled in. We lay like that for a few minutes, getting comfortable and relaxed, when I felt the bed move again. Forrest rolled over against my back, and without thinking, I raised my leg, and his hard cock nestled between my legs, up beside my balls. Sweaty, hot, smelling of cum and man, Forrest’s arm crossed over us both and fell on Greg’s nipple, teasing it softly as we three drifted off to a satisfied sleep.

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