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I was nineteen. I hadn’t seen Sheldon in at least two years. We had been best friends since first grade. Then, in high school, I had moved away. A few cards and notes had been exchanged, but for all intents and purposes Sheldon was a distant memory...until that hot summer morning as I packed to set off on my freshman year at the University of Delaware. I wasn’t due on campus for four days, but being anal retentive, I was loading my duffel bags and checking off the items on my list when the phone rang. Even though I hadn’t heard that voice in years, I knew it was Sheldon. He sounded just as he had when we were sophomores at Chester High. He said that he was about to go off to school in New York and wanted to see me before we both went our separate ways and completely lost each other over distance and time. He proposed that we go on a picnic along the Brandywine that afternoon. At first, I was hesitant: I had to finish packing. But Sheldon prevailed. I gave him directions to my house and he said he would be there at noon. Sheldon always was prompt, and at twelve noon on the dot, he pulled into my driveway. He was just as I remembered: about 5’8” tall and just as wide, with a crazy smile that ran from one chubby cheek to the other. As I walked down the driveway to greet him, the door on the passenger side of his ‘66 Chevy SS flew open and another familiar face stepped out of the car...Murphy Manning. Murphy was Sheldon’s next-door neighbor. I had never liked Murph. I had known him as long as I had known Sheldon, but he was a year older than the two of us. He had ended up in our class because his weight problems had caused him health problems, which resulted in a six-month stay in the hospital. That and his negative attitude to anything remotely resembling education had set him back a grade level. He had gotten involved in booze and drugs in high school and dropped out as soon as he could. I could never understand why Sheldon hung around with him. He had grown even larger since the last time I saw him. He was now over 6 feet tall and weighed a good 300 pounds. With a nasty grin on his face, he shuffled forward to shake my hand, the limp from the pin in his hip almost camouflaged. This wasn’t going to be the happy afternoon I had hoped for. Despite my disappointment, I was happy to see Sheldon again. He had taken great care to pack an enormous picnic basket, kosher, of course, and shortly the three of us got into the car and set off for the Brandywine Valley area. Sheldon and I were in the back seat catching up on old times and Murphy acted as chauffeur. It wasn’t long before the error in letting Murphy drive became apparent. He drove like a madman. He ran lights, bullied other drivers, and drove at break-neck speed. He took a series of speed bumps in one leap and my head hit the dome light when we landed. By the time we reached our destination, I had developed a pounding headache. Sheldon was furious with him. Strangely enough, Murph seemed repentant. We set up our blanket under a tree and opened the basket. Sheldon had outdone himself. If ever something had been taken on a picnic, you could have found it in that basket. Unfortunately, my pounding head didn’t improve with Sheldon’s good food. Murphy offered me a couple of pills, which I downed with the contents of a can of beer and shortly, the pain in my skull began to recede. We sat around eating, talking, and drinking as the afternoon sun rose higher in the sky. Feeling full and lulled by the sound of the rushing water, I drifted off to sleep. I awoke to find the sun closer to the western horizon. I heard Sheldon and Murphy talking and turned my head to see Murph’s fat, naked, hairy ass plopped on the blanket a few feet from me. His head was rolled back and his breathing was fast and shallow. He began to moan. Sheldon was nowhere to be seen. Murphy’s breathing became heavier and his whole body began to shake. He let out an earth-shaking groan and then grew still. When I asked Murph if he was OK, Sheldon’s head popped out to the left of Murphy’s hip, his eyes wide with surprise and his mouth brimming with cum. He jumped to his feet, his erect penis pointing accusingly at me. “So, you’re finally awake,” Murphy said as he rolled over to face me. Murphy was a big boy in more ways than one. His dick was partially deflated after Sheldon’s blowjob, but it was still a good nine inches and very thick. He leered at me as he took in where my eyes were focusing. “Never seen one like that, have ya?” he growled. He was right. Aside from the enormity of it, I had never seen an uncut penis in my life. “Please don’t tell!” Sheldon pleaded. “My mother would kill me if she found out!” “No, of course not!” I blurted. “Damn right, you won’t!” barked Murphy. He moved like lightning. Before I knew it, he was on top of me holding my hands together behind me. “Murphy, no!” Sheldon wailed. “Shut up, Shel!” he bellowed, “If he tells on us, he’s gonna have to tell that he did the same to the both of us! Get over here and stick that hot dog of yours in his big mouth!” Murphy pulled me to my knees, still holding my hands behind me in a grip of iron. Reluctantly, Sheldon moved closer to me, his dick growing more limp by the minute. Murphy raised my arms painfully behind me. “Suck that cock and make it hard!” he ordered. I looked in Sheldon’s eyes. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. “Move it, Sheldon! I want a turn and I don’t have all day!!” Sheldon jumped, his cock slamming into my face. I said that he was the same old Sheldon, but the old Sheldon didn’t have a bush like that. It was full and black and though his dick wasn’t the size of Murph’s, it was impressive. A drop of pre-cum hung suspended from the piss hole. He shoved his cock toward me. It made contact with my lips. I could smell the young testosterone in his hairy balls go into overdrive. He brutally shoved his dick in my mouth. “Suck it, you bastard!” ordered the transformed Sheldon and I did. His dick felt enormous us it slipped in and out of my lips. It was growing by leaps and bounds. It kept getting longer, harder, and thicker. The taste of his pre-cum was in my mouth and the smell of his hot young loins was in my nostrils. He grabbed the back of my head and drove his cock deep into my mouth until I gagged. He withdrew, then slammed it home again. The rich redolence of his pubes, mingled with the sweat pouring down his hairy body filled my senses. What was happening to me? “My God!” Murphy laughed incredulously. “The little cocksucker is enjoying this! Check out his crotch!” It was true. My dick was hard as a rock and had pushed its way out of my shorts. “I wanna piece of that!” said Murph as he let go of his vise grip on my arms and pulled down my shorts. “Lay down on your back!” I did as commanded. Sheldon straddled my chest and leaned over me. He reinserted his dick in my mouth and continued to face-fuck me. Sweat rolled down his hairy body and dripped on my face as he arched his back in ecstasy. Murph’s strong hands gripped my knees and pushed them akimbo as his hot mouth devoured my throbbing cock. The tempo grew faster and faster. Sheldon began to moan. I joined him in duet. He shot his hot load in my mouth as I filled Murphy’s mouth with my sweet cum. I was weak with the violence of my orgasm. Sheldon rolled away from me to catch his breath. Murphy covered me with his hot, sweaty body. His mouth covered mine. Suddenly, I felt my cum mingling with Sheldon’s in my mouth. Murphy’s tongue was all over the inside of my mouth. We traded the cum loads back and forth between our kisses. Then, violently, Murphy flipped me to my stomach. He plunged his face into my ass cheeks, his rough beard scraped against the fine golden hairs of my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart. I felt the combined cum fall hot on my puckered asshole. Then one finger entered me, lubricated by Sheldon’s and my love juice. I felt fantastic. The second finger wasn’t as good at first, but as I loosened up it too began to arouse me. Then he turned me over again. “I wanna see your face for this!” he leered. Throwing my legs over his hair-covered shoulders, he proceeded to impale me on his enormous tool. I opened my mouth to scream with pain, but my mouth was covered by Sheldon’s. Then Sheldon straddled me facing Murph the Impaler. Their mouths locked in a passionate kiss. Sheldon’s sweat-covered ass nearly smothered me. Someone’s hand (I think because of its softness that it was Sheldon’s) was on my dick. It was hard again. I reached between his legs and began to give Sheldon a hand-job. My tongue uncontrollably began to lap at Sheldon’s sour-sweet puckered asshole that bobbed in rhythm with Murph’s athletic fucking. Suddenly I felt Murph’s body stiffen. My balls began to spasm shooting sperm onto Sheldon’s chest and abdomen. Sheldon’s dick spewed cum all over Murph’s chest, oozed down his shaft, under his balls, and into my mouth as I still continued to rim him. We collapsed in a bucket of cum and sweat. When I awoke, I found myself sandwiched between those two, husky, hairy, bears. It had been quite a Teddy Bear’s picnic. The meat was hot and juicy. The drink was sweet and invigorating. The companionship was so close as to not be believed. And Murph was right: I never told a soul about that hot summer afternoon in 1966...until now.