Oral

The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 2

The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 2
by
Tommy Linarcos

Story #1 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series

“I’ll spin for you, then, Conor.”  Mia spun the spinner and picked up the card.  “You got Truth.  Hmmm.  ‘Who was your first kiss or who do you want to be your first kiss?’  Let’s see…  He’s a virgin, right?” Mia whispered to Rory.  Rory just nodded.  “I’ll keep it simple… Would you rather marry your first kiss or the person you lost your virginity to?”

“Spinner says you have to ‘yell your answer out a nearby window,’” Rory added.

Conor roused himself sitting.  “That’s an easy one.”  He got to his knees and tried to push open the window, but couldn’t get it.  He stood, unlocked the latch and pushed the window up.  There was a screen in his way, but still he shouted out, “I want to kiss the girl who’s gonna take my virginity!”

Lyla was a little shocked that he was standing naked in her window, screaming into the drizzle about wanting to lose his virginity, but couldn’t deny the cuteness of it.  She couldn’t deny the cuteness of his ass, either.  But she prayed none of her neighbors were home.

Conor collapsed onto the carpet, again, then reached up and pulled the window shut.  “Gonna get cold, all naked and stuff.”

Lyla went to him and gave him the kiss he asked for.  “You know you’re going to fuck me, right?”

“I am?” he asked, still a little dazed.  “I hope so.  I didn’t want to do that Price Is Right shit for nothing!”

Mia took her turn.  She wanted a good card.  She’d forced Conor’s turn just to get to her turn, so she wanted a good card.  The spinney-thing landed on Dare.  She took her card.  “‘Set a timer for 30 seconds.  Act out your favorite movie without using any words.  See if anyone can guess!’”  She threw the card down.  “Fuck thirty seconds…” she mumbled.  “I’m gonna need some help doing this one.”

Mia grabbed Rory and pushed him to the carpet.  “So, I have to guess which movie…” he started, but she shut him up with a lip-lock.

“Favorite porno, right?” Conor figured.  There was no answer as Mia dragged Rory’s shirt off.  A navy long-sleeve pullover, it got caught on his wrists and he was flopping his hands over his head to try and dislodge them.

“The one where the brother and sister have to share a hotel room and wind up fucking?” Conor asked.  “That’s his favorite porno,” he mentioned to Lyla.

Rory pulled one hand free from his sleeve and flipped Conor off.  Then he got about freeing the other hand and working on Mia’s shirt.

“Hmmm.  The one where the brother with the Batman tattoo fucks his sister after she, like, begs him to fuck her?” Conor tried again, taking the card to heart.

Rory flipped him off, again.  Mia’s top came off, pulling her hair in different ways.  She had to stop making out with Rory to get the shirt over her head, and took the time to straighten her hair, a bit.

“Um, Taboo 2?” Conor asked.  Then he explained to Lyla, “Guy fucks his sister and his mom in that one.”

“It’s supposed to be her favorite porno, not his,” Lyla shook her head as Rory worked on removing Mia’s bra.

“Girls watch porn?” Conor asked her, surprised.

Lyla rolled her eyes at him, then pulled off her own shirt.

Rory looked at Mia’s bra-clad breasts as she sat on top of him.  He’d gotten the latch undone with her help, and now the pink-and-white bra was going to come off.  She held it at her breasts and then let it fall forward.

Rory melted.  His hands went up, as if pulled by a string, but he couldn’t touch them, yet.  He had to just see them.  They weren’t huge, but like apples.  Big apples, like HoneyCrisp.  Her nipples were a nice, dark red, like her lips, and the areola had a thin ring at its edge.  Like a target.  Oh, yes.  A target.  His hands finished their journey and held her breasts on their outside, and he sat up to suck in her left tit, worshipping her as she deserved.

“Hey, remember the other day?  When you told me ‘she has a blond pussy’?  Which one were you talking about?  Your sister or your mom?” Conor couldn’t help but tease his friend.

Rory wanted his friend to shut the fuck up.  He actually removed his hands from Mia, and flipped Conor off with both hands, this time, with an extra two shakes for emphasis.

Lyla now sat in front of Conor only in her bra and panties.  “Hey!  Leave them alone.”

He turned to look at Lyla, his nerves clearly on display as his cock wavered between rock-hard and wanting to hide.

“You want to see a blond pussy?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered immediately.

Lyla pulled off her panties.  “Here’s your blond pussy.” 

Conor was transfixed, staring at her golden curlies. 

“Conor?  Conor?”

“Hm?”

“Lick this blond pussy?”

“This is the happiest day of my life…”  Conor finally broke his stare and dove to Lyla’s pussy, yet still hesitated.  “I don’t know if I’ll…”

“Don’t worry.  No one’s as good as Mia, but I’ll get you there.”  Lyla pulled at Conor’s black hair until his tongue met her labia.

Mia was running her fingers through Rory’s blond hair, too.  “Hey.  Come up here.”

Rory reluctantly pulled himself off of Mia’s breast and pushed himself up to kiss her, though the feeling of her wet nipples on his bare chest made up for some of the loss.

“No one’s as good as Mia?” Rory recounted what he’d just heard.

“Hey, I’m a good friend, too.”  Her hand massaged his cock through his jeans.  “I want this cock, Rory.”

“You’re so bossy,” he snickered.

“You’ve got my blood racing, ever since your last home game.  I don’t want you to take it slow, anymore.”  She popped his jeans button and pulled his zipper down.  “You don’t want to go slow, anymore, do you?”

“No.  No way.”  He tried opening her pants, too, though the backs of their hands were getting in each other’s way.  “I just…  I haven’t…”

“Haven’t done this before?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s okay.”

“Have you?”

Mia weighed her answer.  “Yeah.  One time.  I mean, one guy, a couple times.  Three times, but…  Does it matter?”

Rory thought on it.  “No.  It might be good, even.  You know what to do.”  Mia was about to answer that when… “I mean, I know what to do.  I mean — I know.  And I’ve watched videos, of course.  It’s just different when you’re right here, when we’re right here…”

Rory interrupted himself and got to his knees.  He undid Mia’s pants, grasped the sides of her waist, and pulled them down — with her help, lifting her behind for him.  He had a little trouble getting them off, they were pulling inside-out past her knees.  He fixed that, and pulled from her feet, instead, until they were off.

He gazed from her pink-and-white striped panties on down her shapely legs.  She had nice legs, as he’d seen daily in PE.  He took ahold of her little purple anklet socks and thwipped them off, too.  She smiled at the effort, and put her feet to his chest, trying to grasp his nipple with her toes.  He grabbed her feet and stopped her.  He wasn’t ticklish there, it was just instinct.  Her feet were soft, and she had cute little toes — no weird big toe.  He ran his thumbs along the inside bottoms of her toes and she did pull back, obviously a little tickle spot.

“Hey, you know the rules,” she said, and pointed at him with her chin.

Rory thought first she meant something about the game that they weren’t really playing anymore, but teenage logic knew she meant his pants.  He let go of her feet and shoved down his jeans, had to slide onto his butt to finish the job and yank them off, pulling his socks off at the same time.

“Those are cool,” she nodded at his boxers, which had thin blue, white, and black horizontal stripes.  “We kind of match, today.  Stripe day.”

He moved back to her, to hold her.  It interrupted the stripping process, but he needed to hold her.  Those nice, nice tits needed him, again.

While they kissed, Rory could hear Lyla directing Conor in how best to lick her pussy.  He glanced over.  Well, now he’d seen Lyla’s pussy before he’d seen Mia’s.  He liked to, sure, it’s just that everything was going out-of-order.

“You’ll get there soon,” Mia murmured.

“With you, though.  Right?” Rory made sure.

Mia laughed.  “Yes.”  She sucked on his neck, marking him as ‘hers,’ but closer to the shoulder, below the collar line.  “I can smell you, again.”

“I’m sorry.  My Krakengard must be wearing off.”

“No, that’s good.  Like I said, I like the way you smell.  You’re nervous, perspiring a little,” she said, then licked him down to his nipple, her hand massaging his cock through his boxers.  “Stand up.”

They disengaged, and Rory stood.  The others took note.  Mia sat up and took ahold of Rory’s waistband.  She gave him the eye.  “Are you ready?”  He nodded.  “Then — release the Kraken!

Rory and Conor both laughed.  Rory looked to his friend.  “A girl who knows Clash of the Titans!  I’ve got to keep her, now!”

Mia pulled his boxers out and down, dropping them at his knees.  She wanted to pull them off him completely, but she became transfixed by his cock.  “Now this… is a nice cock…” 

Rory relaxed a little, hearing that.

Mia’s hands wrapped around it.  She pushed her fingers through his pubes.  “They’re blond.  I’ve never seen a blond cock.”

Lyla cleared her throat and pointed at herself.

“Yeah, I know you have a blond pussy, but I’ve never seen a blond cock.  I thought it’d be darker.”  She looked up at Rory’s eyes, his eyebrows.  And back at the cock in her hand.  “It’s the color of honey…”

“Find out if it tastes that way.  C’mon, catch up!” Lyla said.

Rory shuffled a bit until his boxers were off, and he kicked them aside so he could stand open for her as she took him inside her mouth.  The heat and slickness of her tongue against the flesh of his cock made his spine turn to jelly, and he had to put his hands to her shoulders so he didn’t fall over.  “Mia!  Oh, my god…”

Mia had taken Rory in as far as she could on her bobs.  He was a decent size; he would make her happy.  She pulled off and drew her tongue down his shaft to his balls, where her hand had been finding out how full they were.

When Rory opened his eyes, there was nothing to see but Mia’s hair as she pleasured him. He took a look at the other two and noticed that Lyla had removed her bra.  She had some nice tits, too, he saw.  A little bigger than Mia’s, with really light pink nips that almost blended with her skin.  Lyla caught him looking and smiled at him.  He smiled back, noticing she was watching his cock get licked.  She sent him a little kiss through the air.  Rory blushed, and silently pointed to his heart and then Mia’s head.  Lyla nodded.

That didn’t stop him from looking at her pussy again, though, when Conor moved his head away from it.

Mia worked the little strip of skin under Rory’s crown.  She knew she was getting to him, feeling him shift his weight, trying to adjust her speed.  She was going to try a finger in his ass when she heard and saw Conor climbing up Lyla’s body to attack her breasts.  Lyla was going to direct them onto her bed, she knew.

She pulled off of Rory’s cock.  His face looked stricken when he looked down at her.  She sat away and pulled off her pink-and-white striped panties, not waiting for Rory to do it for her.  “I need you now,” she breathed.  She could have taken Rory’s blowjob to term, she could have swallowed his cum, she could have made him lick her pussy.  And then she could have fucked him.  But she had an attack of pride.  She didn’t want Conor to lose his virginity before Rory did.  And for that to happen, she had to act now.

Rory might have cum all over Mia right then, just hearing her say those words.  True, he was that close to cumming.  But the new distraction of seeing Mia’s pussy made his eyes glaze over, and gave him just a little recovery time.

He had been right.  Mia’s pubes were thick.  A thick, dark rug of tight curls.  And Conor was right, as well.  She did shave it into a landing strip.  A thin, thick, vertical rectangle from her cleft on up, the rest of her area clean.  His knees gave out and he hit the floor between Mia’s spread legs with a wooden thud loud enough to alert Silke and Costa that they were missing out.  “Conor, we were right…” he said softly, hypnotized.

It was loud enough — both the thud and his statement — for Conor to break concentration on Lyla’s tits and look over.  “Wow, that is cute…”

Rory knew he was supposed to go down and lick Mia’s cute pussy as the next step in the sex dance.  He got down to his elbows when Mia grabbed his shoulders.  “No, I mean it.  I want you now.”  She pulled him up and along her so that his cock was in the right place.  She reached down and took ahold of it so there would be no mistaking she meant that he was to fuck her now.

“What about the…” Rory asked.

“In a bit,” Mia rushed him.

Rory helped her line him up.  “Okay… okay…” he whispered nervously.  Excited, but still nervous.  She let go of his cock and held his waist, pulling him forward, pulling him inside her.  His heart was pounding.  He was sure Mia could hear it.  Conor and Lyla could probably hear it, too, he figured.  He glanced over at them to see if they were going to say anything about how loud his heartbeat was.  Of course, they couldn’t hear it, but they were watching him, watching his cock sink into Mia’s pussy.

Rory exhaled out loud, unaware he was even holding his breath, and fell onto his hands over Mia.  He looked right into her eyes as he continued to push inside her.  There was only a little resistance as her lips folded in with him.  He didn’t want to fix her, but backed up and pushed in again two or three times until all her wetness was spread over her lips and his cock.  Then he sailed all the way in.

He slid in faster than intended and made Mia’s eyes bug.  “Sorry!” he told her eyes.

Mia wrapped her arms around him in a flash, pulling him in tightly to her.  “No, that feels great!  Oh, I’m going to love your cock!”

“I already love your pussy,” he told her neck as he lay his head in her shoulder and started a second thrust.  “You’re so wet…”

“I’ve been wet for you since gym, this morning,” she breathed as she bit his ear.  Then she glanced aside, seeing Lyla and Conor still watching them, his cock still hovering near, but not inside, her pussy.  She’d been successful — her Rory lost his virginity first.

But the sight of Mia and Rory only made Conor more excited.  Lyla lay on the bed in front of him, her legs hanging off the side.  He dragged his cock up and down her wet pussy, about to plunge in.

“Gonna wrap that up first?” Lyla asked him quietly, or at least more quietly than the loud whimpering from both Mia and Rory.

“Please…” Conor begged.  “Let me put it in bare, just for a bit.  Just to feel how it really is.  Then I’ll put one on.”

“You better not cum in me,” Lyla warned, but with a smile, looking longingly at the hard curve of his cock.

“I already came, so… I’ll be a good boy,” Conor promised.

“Alright, Superboy.  Impress me.”

Conor glowed with her using the nickname, and pushed inside her pussy in one shot, and went about proving he was the Boy of Steel.

Down on the carpet, Rory wasn’t going to last much longer.  “Mia… Mia, I’m sorry.  I can’t…  It feels too…”

Mia was about to tell him that it was okay, that it was just their first attempt, and she knew she’d brought him to the edge with her blowjob, when Rory blasted his cum inside her.

Oh, god!  Fuck!

Mia realized it and pushed back on him.  He pulled out of her quickly — he knew it was happening, too; he just couldn’t move when he shot the first two times.  As soon as he was out, his cock continued firing — shots making it to her tits, and then down her belly, and then into her pubes.

Rory sat up on his heels, holding his cock, letting the cum dribbles pool on his fingers, catching his breath.  He and Mia both looked at each other, knowing what happened.

“Mia, I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay,” she said, wiping cum in her pubes away from her entrance.  “It’s okay.”  What else was she going to say?  She was the one who rushed them, pulled him into her without protection.  She knew he was close when she did it.  But it felt so damn good!  She wanted to push the worry away, and get them back into some romance and some more hot sex soon!

“I… I should’ve… we’ve got two and I… I should’ve…”  Rory wasn’t letting himself off the hook.

“We’ll be fine.  I’m sure.  But from here on out, use one.  We don’t need to tempt fate,” she advised.  She sat up.  “Come here.”  She pulled him against her and they kissed away their worry.

Whether or not Lyla and Conor had paid any attention to the drama on the floor, Lyla knew when to call it on Conor’s sampling of bareback.  “Okay, big boy, let’s…”

“Just a little more, just a little longer,” Conor begged, fucking her hard from a standing position, slamming his cock into her pussy.

“Hey!” Lyla nearly shouted and pulled away on the bed.  Conor’s cock was hanging free, but the action was enough to get him cumming.  He grasped his cock, but didn’t even need to jerk it.  Cum shot out in a near-perfect parabola from his cock to her tits.  Seven shots made it onto her body before Conor backed away, leaning against the window, still holding his cock, showing it to the neighbors.  “If I tell you to pull out, Conor, you pull out.  Get me?  Or I’m gonna go find Costa.”

“No, don’t do that,” Conor pleaded.  He was going to argue that he had it under control, he was just about to pull out, it just felt too good…  But he did the smart thing.  “You’re right.  I’m sorry.”

Lyla nodded, satisfied with his answer.  “You’re just lucky I like seeing boys cum.  That was a nice arc.”

Conor, forgiven, grew a wide grin.  “We could do the math, but… just know it was inspired by your beauty.”

Rory looked up at Conor, and Conor met his eyes.  Both smiled, and then gave a little nod.  They’d entered a new world.

Rory turned back to Mia, but he had never stopped caressing her breasts.  “So, was that like your favorite porno?”

“I…  No.  Whatever card I drew, I was going to make it be about fucking you,” Mia admitted.  “Now, if we’d have filmed it, then it could be my favorite porno.”

“Oh, we could have filmed you,” Lyla realized, eavesdropping.

“What about us?  It was my first time, too,” Conor said, back to snuggling.

“Ah, spinney-thing didn’t say to take a picture, so…” Rory shrugged off.

“What did the spinney-thing say?  I didn’t even look,” Mia asked.

Rory leaned over to the board.  “You were supposed to find someone who isn’t playing to come watch.  This time, we could have called down to Costa or Silke.”

“Eh, you lose a point, then,” Lyla shook her finger at Mia.

“We never played for points.”

“Yeah… that’s why we’d steal other girls’ cards if they didn’t want to do them.  It’s in the rules,” Lyla reminded her.

“Yeah?” Conor laughed.  “Hey, gimme Costa’s card!”  Lyla flipped it to him and he pretended to try and jerk his cock like a short-armed T-Rex, hopping about the room in frustration, getting genuine laughs from the others.  “Extra point for me!  I’m winning!”

“What was Silke’s?” Rory asked.  Lyla found it on the bed and handed it to him.  “Oh, yeah.  We decided this one was ‘have you ever eaten a pussy.’”  He looked to Mia.  “May I?”

“Um, I need to clean up a little,” she said, referring to his cum.

“I’m not worried.”

Mia looked at him with a funny smile.  “Okay…”  She stood up and went to the bed, though.  “But I need to lie down, Lyla.  You have a nice carpet, but I’m gonna get rug burn.”  Lyla shifted and made some room for her so that both had half the bed via the long side.  She was nice and gave Mia one of her pillows, too.

Rory helped her find position with her pussy at the edge of the bed, then finally took his time to examine the pussy he’d longed to see, running his fingers up and through her labia, inside her tunnel, and finding her clitoris.

“I thought you said you were a virgin,” Mia purred from beyond.

“I’ve done some stuff,” he answered, “but just never, you know, fucked.”

“A girl, anyway,” Conor editorialized from Lyla’s breasts.

Reallllly…?” wondered Lyla.  “You two?  How?  When?  Do tell!”

Conor looked to Rory for permission, but Rory’s face was hidden inside Mia’s thighs, doing things with his tongue that his fingers could not.  He didn’t have any experience with eating a girl’s pussy, but he knew from videos what he had to do.  And if he had his way, he’d become an expert for Mia.

“That was 8th Grade.  Neither of us had a girlfriend, yet.  There were a couple neighborhood girls we played with and saw their boobs, but, you know, kid stuff, we never fucked.”  He shifted so that Lyla could start stroking his cock in their limited space.  “But we practiced safe-sex with each other.”

“Yeah, saw that,” Lyla recalled.

“So, one sleep-over, we tried it to see what it was supposed to feel like.”  Conor sucked on Lyla’s tit some more.  “He fucked me, and I fucked him.”  So long as he could keep sucking those tits, he’d tell her anything.

“What did you think?” Lyla asked.

“Um… compared to what we just did?” Conor considered.  “Huge difference!”

Rory took a quick look up, interrupting his flicking of Mia’s clit, “Huge…”

Mia asked from inside her little groans, “And does this still happen?”

“No.”  Conor looked like he wanted to say more, but shut his mouth.

“That would be so hot to see…” Lyla hinted.

That would be fuckin’ hot…” Mia agreed, her hands in Rory’s hair.  “Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…”  her left hand flew out and met Lyla’s thigh.  She gripped it so tightly, fingernails digging into Lyla’s skin, Lyla tried to pull her friend’s hand off, but only succeeded in moving it upward.  Mia needed to hold something and found the crease at Lyla’s groin.  “Oh, Rory… You’re making… I’m gonna cum… I’m cumming… I’m…”  Her hand moved and found her friend’s pubes and she immediately rubbed her hand until she found her cleft, and her hand joined Conor’s at Lyla’s clit.

Mia went into convulsions, her stomach contracting, her toes spreading, her thighs locking Rory’s head in place as she shook.  “Oh, f….  Rory! … Rory, oh, fuck…

She took her time calming down.  Lyla and Conor could not look away.

“Rory…” Mia groaned when she released him.  “You are so my boyfriend…”

Rory took to wiping his chin.  “Think I got most of it out?”

“I don’t know,” Mia said, still recovering.  “That huge dick of yours shot in me pretty deep…”

Rory figured she was being generous, but he liked hearing it.

“But if you do that for me every time, you can cum in me all you want…”

He knew she didn’t mean that.  “I liked doing that for you.  Can I do that every day?”

Mia sat up.  “I am never getting rid of you!”

Rory climbed onto the bed to hold his girl.  “Mmm.  You’re warm.”  Mia looked like she was going to answer, but just kissed her boy.

Now, all four of them shared the bed, with their feet hanging off.  Conor’s back was being edged into the headboard.  “Hey, did we finish playing?  It’s Rory’s turn.”

“I just went,” it sounded like he said.

“That was Silke’s card.”  Conor left the bed and fixed his spine.  He reached down and drew a Dare card.  “Here… ‘Bend over and sing a song.’”

“That’s not a card,” Rory mumbled from Mia’s mouth.

“It is,” confirmed Lyla.  “Don’t even have to make that one dirty, because you know what we want to see.”

Rory pulled his face away to confront Lyla.  “The spinney-thing says that’s an ‘everyone does this.’”

“I didn’t spin it,” Conor said, confused.  He looked at the spinner.  It was still on the last one.

“But that’s what it says,” Rory demanded.

“Wait, if everyone…”  Conor put it together.  “Oh.  But… how do girls…?”

Lyla met Mia’s eyes.  “She has a toy,” Mia said.

“But it’s Rory’s card, first,” Lyla reminded them.

Rory kissed Mia a final time, and stood off the bed.  His look at Conor said I hate you, but he got to his knees.

Conor opened a condom and rolled it on his cock.  He looked at Rory’s butthole.  “This has some lube on it, but do you have anything like baby oil or something?” he asked Lyla.

Lyla was on the other side of the bed, holding her toy in one hand, and a small bottle of lube in the other.

“Where’d you get that?!” Conor asked.

“Spencer’s at the mall.  With my sister, Tori,” Lyla answered.  She laid down a small towel, then came around to Conor and squirted a little lube on Rory’s posterior.  Rory immediately flinched at the sensation.

“Tori has so much of that stuff,” Mia shook her head in wonder, taking position on the foot of the bed with her legs spread open to Lyla.  Lyla did the same at the headboard toward Mia.

Conor spread the lube on Rory’s asshole.  “You ready down there?”

“Fuck you,” Rory responded, but he didn’t try to escape.

“Uh, I think you’ve got that backwards, ol’ pal.”  Conor addressed his cock on Rory’s hole and pressed forward.

“Oh, shit…!” Rory grunted.  Then he remembered the card as Conor began to push himself inside his friend.  “My country ’tis of THEEEEEE!

The girls laughed as they moved closer together, putting their legs behind each other’s.  “Ready?” Lyla asked, holding out the double-sided dildo.

Sweet LAND of… LIB!… erty…

“Not yet,” Mia waved her down.  “I have to see this.  This is hot!”  Both girls wound up with one hand on a breast and the other on their pussy, watching their naked boys fuck each other.

Conor was doing what he had to do, sliding in and out of his friend’s ass, but took care not to hurt him too much.

Of thee I sing…”  Rory breathed and relaxed, but…. “Okay, that’s enough.  Your turn.”  Conor pulled out and Rory lurched at the feeling.  He stood and watched the masturbating girls.  “And you two, get doing what you’re going to do.”

Conor got onto his knees, pointed towards the girls.  “Do me this way.  I want to see them.”

Lyla lubed up her dildo and gave the bottle to Rory.  Rory gave Conor’s asshole a squirt and tossed the bottle back.  While he put on a condom, he and Conor watched the girls work the toy inside both of them.

Rory found position and gave his friend some of his own medicine.

Oh, fuck me!” Conor bleated.

“I am…” Rory snickered.

Conor got about the dare.  “Camptown… la-DEES! … sing this song…

Doo-dah!  Doo-dah!”  The girls couldn’t help it.

“It’s easier fuckin’ than getting fucked,” Rory told the girls.

“I guess so,” Mia said.  Neither girl had yet tried anal.

Camp TOWN… race track FIVE… miles long…

Oh, the doo-dah day!

Conor seemed to be enjoying the experience a little more than Rory did, however.  “Gonna run all night, gonna run all DAY!  Bet my money on… I forget the words… ‘cause Rory’s fuckin’ my ass…

Rory let that be the end of it.  He slipped out of his friend and helped him up.  “You okay?”

“Yeah…”

The two boys then stood there watching their girls go at it.  Mia and Lyla had pulled in closer, nearly rubbing their pussies together, the toy nearly invisible between them.  Each held both the other’s hands as they push-and-pulled against the blue toy, breathing quite loudly.

“I don’t think this is their first time, either,” Rory said, stating the obvious.

Conor pulled off his condom.  He reached behind himself and lubed up his hand then got about stroking his cock for all he was worth.  “Fuck…”

Lyla had put a little distance between their two pussies, taking ahold of their toy between them and jogging it back and forth, giving it a faster and deeper fucking motion than either of them could force.  Mia moaned loudly — neither of the girls could use actual words this time, just breathing and moaning.

Rory wanted to be a part of it.  He pulled off his condom, too, and put himself against the bed and offered Mia his cock.  She sensed him there, rather than saw him, and took his cock in hand.  She took him inside and bobbed several times, but let him out with a big exhale.

“Want to, but can’t breathe,” she kind of explained.  Rory understood.  He reached down towards Mia’s pussy, where her own hand was flicking her clit.  He didn’t want to get in the way, he just wanted to touch her.  He held his fingers like an airplane — thumb and pinky wings, index finger coming in for a landing on her landing strip.  He even made the noise of its motor.  He pushed through her soft pubes until he hit her finger on her clit.  She didn’t let him take over so he did a puddle jump off her runway and landed on Lyla’s pussy.  Lyla’s eyes shot open with the touch, but she smiled at him, took his finger, and made him circle her clit.  Then she roughly dragged his airplane through her curls and brought his whole hand to her breast.

Rory glanced back at Mia.  Did she notice?  Was he allowed?  They were all playing comfortably naked, but he was Mia’s boyfriend.  Was this wrong?  Still, he’d wanted to touch Lyla’s body since he’d seen her nude.  He couldn’t help that about himself — he was a guy.  He gave Lyla’s nipple a last caress and backed away.

He decided to go the Conor route and steal some lube from his own ass and stroke while he watched.

Conor then tried to offer his cock to Lyla, but with one taste, she pushed him away.  “Too much lube.”

The boys shrugged and beat off while noting Mia sit up and twist a little, making Lyla do the same.  She took ahold of Lyla’s bent leg and pulled it toward her, gaining enough room to smash their pussies together, and rubbed back-and-forth furiously.  Lyla did the same with Mia’s leg but soon let go and fell back, screaming her breath out, and began convulsing into her orgasm.  The onset of Lyla cumming, feeling Lyla shake and hearing her scream, made Mia cascade into her own convulsions.  The girls’ legs and feet kicked out with each spasm until they subsided into whole-body twitches — shoulders, then hips, shoulders again, legs…

It was too much for the boys.  With the lube helping them not sandpaper their skin off, they tugged on their weapons until their pelvises began to waver.

Rory looked at Mia.  So beautiful lying there, glistening in her perspiration, her breathing calming down but still making her stomach undulate, her red nipples rolling as her breasts rose and fell.  He was going to cum on her tits, but couldn’t do it, couldn’t destroy that image.

“Conor?”

“What?”

Rory turned and aimed his cock at his friend.  “Ahh!  Take that, motherfucker!”  Rory launched his cum salvo at Conor’s chest and belly.

The cum hitting him woke Conor up and triggered his own cum.  He shot his ammo right back at Rory.  “You son of a bitch!”

On the bed, the girls tried to laugh but were still attempting to breathe regularly.  Still, they couldn’t take their eyes off the white tracer bullets flying across their vision.

“I’m not a motherfucker!” Conor muttered, pushing his pelvis out to get more distance as his last shots came out.

“And my mom’s not a bitch,” Rory spat, doing the same, flicking his remaining shots, but barely hitting his target.

“No, she’s hot.  I want to be aYourmotherfucker!” Conor laughed, just holding his cock.

“And I…  I got nothin’.”  Rory collapsed onto the bed next to Mia’s head, trying not to fall off as best he could, laughing.

Mia rolled a bit to give him room and took ahold of his cock.  “Now, let me.”  She went down on him to clean him up.  Then she pulled him along as she moved up to lick the cum off of him.  Rory petted her hair and she looked up at him, both realizing at that point that the cum was Conor’s.  Rory shrugged one shoulder, and Mia finished licking him clean.

Lyla saw the two of them and pulled Conor to her, intent on cleaning up Rory’s cum, and then Conor’s cock since the lube was rubbed away.  When both girls released them and relaxed, Rory reached down and offered to help them dislodge their toy.  Both girls shifted as he did so, getting any last stimulation as it left them.

Rory held it up.  It was translucent blue, and ridged and bumpy, a little different on either side, depending on what Lyla — and occasionally Mia, he assumed — wanted to feel.  He looked to Mia, his eyes asking a question.  He flipped the toy around so that the ‘Lyla’ end was pointing at his mouth.  Mia silently cocked her head in a ‘give it a try’ motion.

Rory put the toy in his mouth and sucked the taste of Lyla off of it.  Well, it was pussy-flavored, he thought, and different from Mia’s but not altogether different.  Still, he gazed at Lyla’s pussy as he sucked on it.  He didn’t really know if he should want to eat Lyla’s pussy, but this was the next-best thing to it, he supposed.

He pulled it from his mouth with a smack, taking everything with it off of each ridge.  He held it out to Conor?  “Taste?”

“Fuck yeah!”  Conor put the Mia end in his mouth.  “Mmm, yeah… Mia… Mia, I want to fuck you, too…”

Rory gave him a sharp look.

“I mean, you know… of course, I want to… but… whether… you know.  You know.”  The toy wobbled in the air as he spoke, and he handed it back to Lyla.  She set it aside.

“God, I love that I have two naked guys just hanging out in my room,” Lyla said out loud, staring at Rory, but keeping an eye on Conor.  “Guys’ bodies are just so… and I just want to touch them all, everywhere…”  She pulled Conor back down and let her hands roam.

Rory went back and lay next to Mia, too.  The four of them just relaxed there, unwound, comfortable being naked.

Still, Rory whispered something in Mia’s ear, and she quietly responded, “Not yet.  It needs to recover.”

“I’m gettin’ hungry.  No, I’m lying.  I am hungry,” Conor said, stirring, not wanting to fall asleep.  “Think I can sneak down to get my lunch bag?”

“Don’t need to sneak.  Costa’s seen you naked, and Silke’s fine with nudity, you know that,” Rory said.  “Put on your underwear if you don’t want to scare her.”

“Yeah.”  Conor was going to put on his boxers when he saw the gameboard.  “Wait, it’s Lyla’s turn to end the round.”

“Fine,” she said.  It was her game.  “But if it’s Dare, got to give me some time.”

Conor spun the spinney-thing.  Truth.  He took a card for her.  “‘Which of your friends has the cutest brother?’  So… hottest brother?  Whose brother do you want to fuck?”

Lyla gave it little thought.  “Easy.  Johnny Walker’s brother, Scott.  He’s got a bod…”

“My sister’s going out with him,” Rory said to the air.  “He’s over all the time, unless Fiona’s over at his place.  And I know him from Soccer.  Well, he’s varsity, but…”

“Johnny’s cute, too,” Mia noted.

Lyla shared her perspective.  “Oh, yeah, he is…”

Rory gave Mia a funny look.

“Oh, come on, the subject is cute guys…” Mia complained.

“I know he is,” he let Mia off the hook.

“I can’t believe his folks named their kid Johnny.  Is he Blue or Red label?” Conor snickered.

Mia looked at the boys quizzically.

“Johnnie Walker is booze.  Scotch or whiskey or something,” Rory half-explained.  “Probably what his folks were drinking when they conceived him,” he laughed.

“There’s a boy named Courvoisier in my Health class,” Lyla thought out loud.

“Case in point!” Conor said.  He tossed his boxers back on the pile and headed out to find food, naked.

Lyla wondered, “So, Rory, have you seen Scott naked?”

Rory answered guardedly.  “In the showers, after we do an away game at the same place, yeah…”

“Is he big?” Lyla continued her pursuit.

“Well, I haven’t seen him hard or jerking off, and I haven’t seen him fucking my sister.  Oh, wait, Conor’s not here.”  Rory put down that line of Conor’s questioning, anyway.  “But… yeah.  Johnny, too.”

Lyla was in dreamland.  “I’ll bet…”

Mia came up with, “They look good together, your sister and Scott.  We should go on a double-date, and we can share that… prestige… of being a couple everyone wants to be…”

“We are that,” Rory said, kissing her.

“I know.  I just want to show it off.  Let the upperclassmen know I’m taken by a hunky guy.”

“I’m not hunky,” Rory admitted.  “I think I look good, but I’m not hunky.”

“You look fine,” Mia said, smoothing out his hair.

“Yeah, you do,” Lyla agreed.

Rory heard that, but got off the subject.  “Hey, let’s find a good Dare card for Conor.  It’s his turn.”

Lyla got up and picked up the deck.  “I don’t know.  There’s nothing he won’t do…”

She flipped through the cards, tossing ‘no’ and ‘meh’ cards into one pile, ‘maybe’ cards into another.  “‘Put peanut butter on your lips — or cock or tits — then lick it off,’ ‘Tell about the best — wet — dream you’ve ever had,’ ‘Blindfolded, put polish on your toenails,’” Lyla read off.

“That could be funny, and it’s already sexy,” Mia chuckled.

“‘Wear a bra on the outside of your clothing until your next turn,’ ‘Go outside and yell I believe in faeries loudly three times while clapping your hands,’…”

Conor walked in with his lunch bag, some Hostess cupcakes, and two cans of Diet Coke.  He set them down and said, “Okay!” and left the room.

It took them a second, but when they realized…  “Rory!  Stop him!” Lyla yelled.

Rory pulled himself off the bed and took off after Conor, both still quite naked, cocks flying as they ran.  He flashed Costa and Silke in the livingroom as he ran past them, turning fast into the kitchen and out the back door.

Conor was in the middle of Lyla’s yard, spinning and clapping his hands and shouting, “I do believe in faeries!  I do believe in faeries!  I do believe in faeries!  I do!  I do!  I do!”

Rory grabbed him and steadied him.  He looked up at the house and saw Lyla and Mia in the window.  He took Conor’s arm and the two naked boys walked back into the house.

“That is certainly some game…!” Silke said as the boys walked past and up the stairs.

“Good thing you know me very well,” Conor called back to her.  “If not, you do now…”

Back in the bedroom, Rory threw Conor to the rug.  “Here you go…”

“What were you thinking?” Lyla near-screamed.

“That was my dare, right?  And I did it all sexy!” he said proudly.

“I am so dead…”  Lyla crashed into her pillow.

Continued in Part 3

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The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 1

The Benefits of Girl Talk – Part 1
by
Tommy Linarcos

Story #1 in the Cutting School and Playing Games series

“Fuck, I want to fuck Mia…” Rory said to the ceiling, jerking off furiously.

“I want to fuck Mia, too…” Conor agreed, pulling his cock even more furiously.

“Tough.  You’re not gonna…”  Mia was Rory’s girl.

“Then I want to fuck Lyla…” Conor wished.

“She’s got a boyfriend.”

“Damn.  Okay, I want to fuck your sister…”

“Get in line…”

“Behind you?”

“Bite me.”

“That’s next…”

The two high school Sophomores shut up for a bit, trying to make a fantasy come true, at least as a fantasy.  Their entire Freshman year had been scoreless.  Not dateless, but scoreless.  All the Freshman girls had eyes on the upperclassmen with cars, and those that didn’t had still been protecting their virtue.  But they weren’t Freshmen, anymore; they were two good-looking guys, on the Soccer team, building some muscle, and people knew who they were.  And at the start of the new year, Rory had met and won Mia, and their future looked sexually promising.

But Rory was super-horny right now.  He looked to his friend.  “Do it now…?”

Conor looked over, met Rory’s eyes.  “Bite you?”

“Not biting, but…”

“And then me?”

“You got it…”

Conor let go of his cock and spun over on Rory’s bed, moving down to a good position on the Spider-Man sheets as Rory stretched out lengthwise.  His pants were open and shoved down, but not far enough, Conor knew.  Since 7th Grade, they’d been each other’s safe-sex partner, so he knew how much space he’d need for a good experience.  He took ahold of Rory’s cock and sucked it down to the root, dark blonde pubes in his nose.  After over three years of handjobs and blowjobs, they both knew how the other liked it.

“Oh… Mia…”

Conor took a breath.  “That’s it, Rory, I’m Mia’s pussy…” and went back to it.

“Oh, Mia, I want to fuck you so bad… fuck that pussy…”

“Have you fingered her?  Fingered that pussy?”

“Not yet…  Just over her jeans…”

“What’s it look like?  What’s Mia’s pussy gonna look like?”

“She’s got great hair, really thick, uses that shampoo on TV, you know?  And nice eyebrows.  So she’s gonna have a thick carpet, dark and soft and…”

“She’s not a shaver…?”

“Fuck, no!  I don’t want to fuck no toddler!  Mia’s a woman…”  Rory dreamed a little more.  “But she shaves down below, and away from the edges of her panties…”

“Maybe a landing strip…?”

That image did it for Rory.  “Oh, fuck…!”  He grabbed Conor’s head and held him still as he fucked the boy’s face and blasted six good shots down his friend’s throat, and then whatever dribbled out as Conor caught his breath and licked Rory’s shaft.

Rory, ever a good friend, didn’t try to milk his recovery time, but switched places with Conor.  Conor’s cock needed a little back-to-life effort, but then Rory had him back inside his own fantasy.

“Who was I on?  Mia?  No,” he kidded.  “Lyla?  Izzy?  Ava?  Rachel?”

“Pick one,” Rory said with his mouth full.

“Oh, that’s right.  Your sister…”

“Can’t have her.”

“Hey, it’s my fantasy — I can have who I want…”  Conor let that be, though.  “Your mother, then…”

Rory choked a laugh with that one.  “My mom?  Okay, yeah!  I’ve already done your mom, so you can have my mom!”

“Of course, you have.  Y tu mamá también!”  Conor liked when Rory sucked his balls, and got quiet.

Rory could feel Conor getting into it and his breathing getting heavier.  “Are you really thinking about my mother?”

“Your mom’s hot.  She’s got great tits, like your sister…”

Rory just shut up and let his friend have it, let him enjoy the blowjob and whatever dream was in his head, otherwise, if he kept arguing, this would go on forever.  “She’s got a blond pussy, you know…” he offered to help him along.

And that was it.  Conor blasted off and Rory cleaned him up, then they shared space to recover.

They both lay on the bed, pants still below their knees, cocks hanging out.

“So, why’s it taking so long?” Conor asked.

Rory knew what he meant.  “I like her.”  Five minutes went by, but there was no difference.  “Sure, I want to fuck her, but… I mean… We’ve only been going out for three weeks.  I knew her last year from class, but when we found each other after that soccer game, and we went out, it’s like… we really clicked.  You know?  I don’t want to rush it and scare her away.”  Five minutes after that, Rory repeated, “I really like her.”

“Cool,” Conor nodded.  “Can I fuck you?”

“You mean that slidey-thing we do?”

“No.  Proper.”

Rory didn’t want to start that whole thing, again.  He shook his head.  “Let’s get you a girlfriend.  Then let’s both get laid.”

* * *

Rory had his eye on Mia in PE.  He always did.  She was his girl.  After arriving from the locker rooms and chatting briefly, he only got to view her from afar during squad line-up since her last name was on the other side of the alphabet from him.  But then there was calisthenics.  His Freshman English teacher had taught him that ‘calisthenics’ was from a couple Greek words that meant beauty plus strength.  When Rory watched Mia move, he knew it was true.

Then, depending on what game they played, whether he would be on the same team as her was a gamble.  Even though they were a co-ed gym class, the PE coach still kept the genders separated, for the most part.  It was as if he believed the girls weren’t as good in the games, or would get hurt by the boys.  If they were playing football, well then, maybe, but…

Rory looked around at the boys.  So many of them were skinny, chest-less kids, yet, with noodles hanging off their shoulders; it was more likely they would get hurt by the girls.  Not all of them, though.  Some of the boys were “healthy,” like himself, he liked to think.  It was funny in the showers, though; a couple of these skinny boys had huge dicks, and he wasn’t sure if it was just because they had huge dicks or if they had normal-sized dicks but were so skinny they hung away and looked huge.

He hoped Mia would find his dick acceptable, when she got around to sucking on it.  If only that day would come.  Soon, he hoped.

This week, they were playing five-on-five basketball with another class, but girls against girls, and boys against boys.  But that was okay, at least they didn’t split up to different gyms.  Each team would rotate out on the half court, so that gave the rest of them time to socialize on the bleachers.  Coach made teams, and they found their way either on the court or to their seats.  Mia was heading his way!

“Hey, babe,” Mia said as she parked herself next to Rory.  She looked around quickly and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.  She wanted to give him a real kiss, but there was that whole thing about rules and stuff.  “Wanna cut school today?”

“That would be great,” Rory dreamed.  “Get out of here, go someplace, be together.  I wish.”

“No, I’m serious,” Mia said, and nodded in emphasis.  “We tell the TA to mark us absent, and after getting changed, we get our stuff, and buzz out the side door.”

“You’re serious?”

“Very.”

Rory had to let that set in.  He was no goody-two-shoes, but he wasn’t really a rule-breaker, either.  He’d skipped school by staying home phony-baloney sick, but ditching?  With his girl?  Fuck, why not?  But he had questions.

“Just us?  Where can we go to?  Just wander, or…?” he put to her.  He was in, but he needed some details.

“Well, yours and my houses are out.  Our moms are home, or in-and-out, whatever,” Mia said, twirling her finger in Rory’s blond hair.  “But Lyla’s place is empty…”  She pointed to her friend down the bleachers.  Rory looked over and Lyla waved.  The two had obviously discussed this.  “Think you can convince Conor or Costa or Lucas or someone to come with?”

“You kidding?  Easy.”  But something was not right.  “Wait, doesn’t Lyla have a boyfriend?”

“Not anymore,” was Mia’s answer.  “She’d really like Conor to come.”  Mia put special emphasis on that, squeezing Rory’s hand, letting him know he had a job to do.

The coach’s whistle blew ‘time in,’ and Rory had to get out on the court.  Although he was a little pre-occupied with thoughts of him and Mia in an empty house, he played well on the court, converting his excitement into a basket and two fouls.  One of those fouls was against his friend, Conor, charging into him.

“Push me back,” Rory quickly said.

“What?” Conor asked.  Rory was his friend, why would he push him back even if he was fouled?

“Push me back!” Rory loud-whispered.  Conor shoved Rory and the coach separated them, sent them to the side.

“What’d you do that for?” Conor asked.

“We’re cutting school today,” Rory informed him.  “Me, Mia, you… and Lyla.”

Conor’s eyes got small as he tried to figure that out, then the realization hit him.  “I’m in.”

Rory gave Mia the high-sign as he came back to the bleachers and she headed onto the court with her team; she gave him that knowing smile.  Conor got a drink at the fountain and, instead of sitting with his team this time, found Rory.

The boys watched the girls play.  Rory loved to see Mia move — she had great legs, a real nice ass, and, though she was likely wearing a sports bra, a terrific rack of tits.  Her brown hair was tied into a pony tail for PE, otherwise it would be flowing down past her shoulders.

“Are you setting me up with Lyla?” Conor asked while watching the blond girl try to block a shot.

“She asked for you,” Rory advised him.

Fuck…”

“Yeah, maybe.  If we play our cards right…” Rory calmed him.

They watched the girls bounce for the rest of their time, as boys will.

When Mia returned, they went to see Charlie, the coach’s Teaching Assistant for this period.  Charlie was about to enter the attendance into the coach’s laptop when they told him they wanted to be marked absent.

“No questions, but…” Charlie said, “five bucks in the locker room or I press the button.”

“I’ll take care of you,” Rory promised.

“Hey, you’re Fiona’s little brother?  With the Spider-Man sheets?” Charlie asked.

Rory assured him that he was, in order to help the process stay smooth, but in that moment realized something.  Charlie had been to his house.  Sometime last spring, his sister and her boyfriend had thrown an orgy or something at their house, and now he knew it was Charlie who had gotten cum all over his sheets.

“But if you know I have Spider-Man sheets, then I think you owe me five bucks,” Rory said, giving Charlie the eye.

Charlie caught on.  “I suppose I do.  Alright, we’re cool.  So, who all wasn’t here today?”

Mia gave a list of the no-longer-present students, and they headed back.  The games continued, and all got to go at least twice on the court before the final whistle to go and change. 

Sometimes students skipped taking a shower, but this time, Rory and Conor both went to soap up.  There was no way either wanted to still smell like a full-court press when they got the girls alone.

For first period PE, the showers were usually full as those were often used in place of a home daily shower by boys who understood hygiene.  Both Rory and Conor had to wish down boners into just tumescent pricks, but then again, it did give them a length to be proud of against the upperclassmen’s cocks.

Rory’s friend Costa sidled up to them, deciding to share a showerhead rather than wait for an open one.  “We’re going to Lyla’s!” he sang to the boys.  “Can’t wait to get out of here!”

“You’re going, too?” Conor asked, making sure the soap in his hair and ears didn’t make him hear that wrong.

“Oh, yeah…!”  Costa immediately paid attention to his cock, making sure it was clean.

Both Rory and Conor were a little concerned, believing it was just going to be the four of them — them both and the two girls.  Rory knew that he and Mia would find a place to make out, but Conor now felt the sting of competition.  “Guess the girls asked a couple more,” Rory figured, feeling for his friend.

They all dressed, went to their hall lockers and got what they needed, met at the auditorium and snuck out the side door.  There were so many doors and so many people, the hall monitors didn’t even ask them where they were headed.  Still, they moved swiftly down the first block until they were away from the school and out of sight of all but the third-floor windows.

There were six in their party; besides Rory, Conor, and Costa, the girls had invited Silke, the foreign-exchange student from Belgium, who thought doing such an American thing as cutting school would be a thrilling experience for her!

“Who else did you invite?” Rory asked, he and Mia hanging a little behind the others, letting Lyla lead the way.

“Ava, and Izzy, and then Lucas, but they were too nervous about ditching,” Mia told him.

“Did you want a big group?”

“No, just kind of asked as I saw them.  Ava said no, so I asked Izzy, and then Silke.  Lucas said no, Costa said ‘Oh, boy!’”  They both laughed, and looked ahead at the two boys trying their best to interest Lyla in whatever they were talking about.  Silke was quiet, but smiling ear-to-ear about whatever.

“So, I was thinking of signing up with Ski Club this year.  Want to join me?” Mia asked.

“Well, Soccer will be over by then.  I’ve skied a couple times, but I’m not ready for any black diamond stuff,” Rory shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter.  It’s just for fun, right?” Mia shrugged.  “You don’t have to be an expert.  We show up for meetings, then we go with on the trips to Villa Olivia and learn to get off the bunny hill.  And…” she made sure he caught her eye, “they do overnight trips to the Wisconsin sites.  Cabins and stuff.”

“I suddenly feel like skiing is the sport for me!”  He was going to kiss her, but their gait made them a little too bouncy, so he lifted her clasped hand and kissed it.

They all walked quickly but casually, talking excitedly, Conor hanging on Lyla’s every word, only making one quick stop at a Walgreen’s for some Starbuck’s Frappuccinos.  Rory ducked away from the group in the store and bought some Trojans at the pharmacist’s window, which had no line.

Lyla let everyone into her house, giving the neighborhood a scan to see if anyone was outside and watching.  She hit the thermostat and put the heat on.  It was a cool day outside, and it was chilly in the house, even for late September.  There was some talk about whether they should try to “call in” their absences, but they realized it was high school and nobody cared if their absences were “excused” or not.  No truant officer would be calling their homes.  Or at least they didn’t think so.

Shoes were off, jackets were flung, book bags dumped, and the six found comfortable spots on sofas and chairs in the family room and turned on the TV.  The Price is Right had just begun.  And as they were out of school, of course, they started talking about school.

Something had to be done.  There was the expectation that something fun should happen, now that they’d escaped.  Rory and Mia, certainly, were looking to occupy a bedroom, but when would be the appropriate time to ditch their friends?

“This is exciting!  We are away from school,” Silke acknowledged, her platinum hair bouncing as she did.  “We should dance!”

It wasn’t a bad idea, so they found a music channel and bopped around the room for a song.  Costa wasn’t sure if he was paired with Silke for this, or if no one was, because she was so excited one minute and shy the next, but Conor and he were definitely both trying to get Lyla’s attention.

Now up and moving, those new to Lyla’s house explored for a bit, just to know where the washroom was, the bedrooms, the kitchen.  Once in the kitchen, the boys made themselves at home and looked for more things to eat.

Rory just finished applying an orange jelly to two slices of toast when Lyla entered.  “What are you all doing?”

Rory took a huge bite, then kissed Mia, getting the orange stuff all over her lips.  “She took me to her best friend’s house, so we’re having marmalade, and making out!  Ohhhh, yeahhhhh!”  It took Mia a second to get the reference, but she laughed and kissed Rory again, spreading the marmalade about his face.  Then she stole his other slice.

“Didn’t any of you have breakfast?” Lyla shook her head, but started looking through the fridge, herself.

“Sure, but this is second breakfast,” Conor said with an odd Scottish accent.

“Did I not see you carrying your lunch bag?” Silke asked him.

“Yeah, but that’s for lunch.  Still got to find something for elevenses in about an hour…” Conor said as he rolled up some ham slices into portable cigar shapes for eating on the go.

“You got any games?” Costa asked Lyla while eating a Hostess Cupcake.

“No video games, I don’t have any brothers,” she answered.  “But…”  Lyla took off for her bedroom.

“We could play Post Office,” Conor suggested, finishing his last ham roll.

“That’s a kids’ game,” Mia poked him.

“Not the way I play it!”

“Should we follow Lyla?” Rory asked Mia, the both of them in a tangle as she sat facing him on his lap, cleaning his face with a damp kitchen towel.

“That’s where I want to end up, but let’s see what she’s up to,” Mia answered, kissing him once he was clean.  Then she noticed.  “Hey, did you shower?”

“Of course.  Used soap, too.  Not gonna show up here for you all grimy and smelly!”  He pushed into her hair and started kissing her neck, letting her smell the soap and Old Spice Krakengard body spray combination he was wearing.

“Mnnn… I was kind of hoping you’d just change and come out,” Mia admitted.  “I don’t know if it’s weird, but I loved the way you smelled after your soccer match.  Last Saturday?  All sweat and musk…  It just got right to me…  I might’ve taken you down right there if we weren’t in front of everybody…”

“Now you tell me,” Rory muttered.  “Well, now I’m a very clean Kraken — all arms!”  He kissed her again and attacked both breasts with his multiple hands — a multiple of one times two.

“And one very hard tentacle, I see,” she whispered as she felt his cock through his jeans.

“Conor, come here,” Lyla called down from her bedroom.  Conor pretended to fix his tie, gave everyone the eye of victory, and headed up towards Lyla’s room.  A moment later, he reappeared behind her, carrying some board games.

“I’ve got Monopoly…” she started.

“Boo!” everyone called out at once.  No one likes Monopoly.

“Well, then, I got Twister?”  She showed them the box off Conor’s pile.

“Suddenly, the day got more interesting…” Conor mumbled.

“The One Direction version?” Costa asked.

“That one guy’s funny,” Rory noted.  “His hair goes out to here, and his name is Hair Style!”

“Harry Styles!” Lyla corrected.

“Could do naked Twister?” Conor suggested.  There was a groan.  Did he push it too far too fast?

It came from Mia.  “We… actually… tried that, once.  It’s not as fun as you think it would be.”

“And there’s Clue…” Lyla continued.

Cluedo!” Silke called and pointed.  “I know this game!”

“What do you mean ‘Cluedo’?  That’s Clue.  Says so right on the box,” Costa asked, confused.

“I don’t know you.  I will not argue with you.”  Silke’s English was very good, but rather formal, still, at times.

“You don’t know him?” Lyla asked.  “That’s Costa.”

“He has been walking with us, but I do not know him.”

“I’m Constantine.  Call me Costa,” he shrugged, nonplussed.

“Very well, Constantine.  But I do not know you well,” Silke adjusted.

“Six can play, and we’ve got six of us,” Conor pointed out.

Silke was looking at the box.  “But this is wrong.  Where is Dr. Orchid?  Who is this Mrs. White?  The cook?”

“I have no cluedo…” Conor got off, and high-fived Costa.

“Then, I also have Girl Talk…!  Remember this?” Lyla asked spiritedly, holding the box over her head and dancing.

Girl Talk?  Sounds awful…” Rory grimaced.  “What’s it about?  Gossip and sarcasm?”

“How to tell one girl how much you like her sweater and then turn around and tell your friends how much you hate that girl?” Costa laughed.

“No,” Lyla shook her head in derision.  “It’s basically Truth or Dare.”

“For tweens,” Mia clarified.

“But what?” Rory asked.  “I dare you to go peek in my sister’s room?”

I’ll go peek in your sister’s room…” Conor snarked.  Rory made a face at him, telling him to shut up and pay attention to Lyla.  Conor immediately understood and looked so damn guilty that Lyla could only pity him.

“Well, kind of, but that’s not how we play it,” Mia hinted, mocking Conor.

“And how do you play this game?” Silke asked.

“The dirty version, like how in 7th Grade when we’d break up in groups to play Apples to Apples and secretly play the funny version or the dirty version, whatever we could get away with?  So here, you just change the Truth questions and the Dares to something much more…” Mia ran her finger down Rory’s chest to the button on his jeans and popped it, “…sexual.”

“Like Cards Against Humanity, or something?” Costa asked, not quite getting it.

“Not… really…” Lyla said.  “You just read the card.  Sometimes you can just add the word ‘naked’ to the end; sometimes you have to change the whole wording.  You’ll see.”

“If you like it, Lyla, it’s a great game,” Conor joined her team.  “Where should we play?  The living room or…?”

“Are clothes going to come off in this?” Rory asked Mia, with a hopeful smile.

“Maybe we should play in your bedroom, just in case,” Mia suggested to Lyla.

“In case what?” Costa asked.

“In case my mom comes home,” Lyla realized.

The six headed upstairs to Lyla’s bedroom and found seats on the thick white carpet or laying propped up on her bed whose sheets and comforter looked like a cloudy sky painted in watercolors.  Silke was a little hesitant, this wasn’t what she expected the day to be, but she opened up when she saw all of Lyla’s stuffed toys, Barbies, and photos taped to the wall, and had to explore her room.  In particular, she was fascinated by the books in Lyla’s bookcase: titles from The Summer I Turned Pretty and The Heartbreakers to One of Us Is Lying, and the entire Harry Potter collection, but Good Girl Fail was on her nightstand.

Lyla laid out the game board, with its spinner and Truth cards and Dare cards.  “Okay, so as an example, Conor, spin the spinney thing.”

Conor did, and it landed on Dare.  The spinner also said to ‘find someone who isn’t playing to come watch,’ but that wasn’t possible.  He took a Dare card.  “Act out the last thing you saw on TV.”  He looked up at everyone, like for help in what he was supposed to do for the dirty version.  “I think the last thing I saw was some show last night but…”

“No,” Rory knew, “it was The Price is Right, just now.  So…”

“Act out the last sexy thing you saw on The Price is Right!” Mia cheered.

“Like, ‘I bid $1000 for Lyla’s incredible breasts?” Conor tried for a laugh, unsure.

“Thank you, but no,” Lyla said.  “The last thing was that guy showing off the Hawaiian vacation.”

“He was in his bathing costume,” Silke recalled.

“That’s right,” Lyla agreed.  “Take it all off and sell us the view out my window!”

Conor gave Rory the eye.  Oh, god, do I have to do this?

“C’mon, Conor.  It’s a dare…” Mia prodded. 

“Dude, believe me, you want to do this,” Rory said privately for all to hear.

Conor looked at Lyla, then crossed his arms to draw off his Superman t-shirt.

“You know,” Mia whispered to Rory, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him without that black Superman shirt on, except for soccer and gym.  Is that the only shirt he has?”

“When I met him on the first day of Kindergarten,” Rory recalled, “I learned his name was Conor.  He has that black hair, and I said, ‘Oh, just like Superboy!’”

“Superboy’s name is Conor?” Mia asked.

“Yeah, the Teen Titan Superboy.  It’s spelled different but, you know…  He’s the son of Superman and Lex Luthor.”

“Superman’s gay?” Mia asked.  “I thought he had that girlfriend?  Lois Lane?”

Rory shook his head.  He couldn’t expect everyone to know all the details.  “Clone.  Test tube baby.  He’s strong and devious.  Anyway, the next day at school, Conor showed up wearing that black Superman shirt, all proud to be Superboy, and he’s kept buying them for years.”

They watched Conor pulling his jeans off his feet and stand up.  “Okay,” he breathed.  “Now what do I do?”

“The man on television was not wearing stockings,” Silke pointed out.  Conor rolled his eyes and got rid of his socks.

“So, like the model guy on the show, you have to display all the prizes and the trip to Hawaii,” Lyla instructed.  “All sexy-like…”

Conor stood there almost naked in his navy blue boxer briefs, his cock a decent bulge but not tenting due to nerves.  He gave a look to Rory, took a breath, and launched into his best game show host voice. 

“Hey, Drew!  Here we have everything you’ll need for your Fall Vacation!”  He picked up items from Lyla’s dresser as he mentioned them, rubbing his hands along their edges.  “This pair of white-rimmed sunglasses will make any teenage girl look fashionable and fabulous!  Next… don’t forget your homework!  Access Google Classroom with a used Chromebook with lots of dents in the cover!  You can email all your friends back home about what a great time you’re having!  Then… these blue rope lights will remind you of the stars at night on your trip to… Hawaii!” Conor modeled at her window.  “Look out on the beach on such a sunny day!  See all the palm trees!”

Mia snickered at that one, as out the window was a grey, cloudy sky and an elm tree losing its leaves.  Lyla was laughing and clapping.  Conor looked back to Rory, running out of ideas — was it enough? was he done?  Rory pointed to his own pants, indicating Conor’s underwear.

Conor picked that up.  “And, as a bonus, brand new swimsuits!”  He approached Lyla.  “Feel the quality…”  Lyla accepted the challenge and ran her hand along the side of Conor’s boxers, then on his behind, and lastly over his cock.  Conor’s voice cracked a bit when he ended with, “Yes, all this can be yours if the price is right!”

Lyla did not stop caressing Conor’s front until she felt his cock growing underneath her hand.  “Perfect — now I know you know how the game is played!”  She stood up, took ahold of his head, and gave him a big kiss.  When she pulled away and sat down again, Conor still stood there in a dream state, with his boner stretching his boxers at nine-o-clock.

Everyone applauded.  Conor blushed a bit, but knew he’d played his part well, and got great favor from Lyla.  He sat and went for his pants.

“Nuh-uh,” Lyla corrected.  “Once they’re off, they stay off.  Unless you need them for a dare.”

Rory had no clue, but assured him, “Them’s the rules.”

“Okay, so who’s next?”

“Mia or Lyla?”

“I’ll go,” Mia volunteered, clockwise.  She spun the spinney thing and got Truth, with special instruction to ‘text your answer to a group chat.’  She took a Truth card.  “‘How many selfies do you take a day?’  Hmm, that’s like… oh, wait…”

“Yeah,” nodded Costa, “the dirty kind.  How many nudes do you take each day?”

Rory gave Mia an inquisitive look and a smile.

Mia pretended to go into deep thought.  “Well, each day, less than one, but on a day when I want to, probably around twenty, and then I delete the bad ones.  So, on average… one?”

“So, let’s see your phone for proof!” Costa demanded.

Rory was sitting behind Mia with his arms around his girl, but he felt Mia tense up.  He drew his arms in tighter when Costa spouted off.  Would she play the game or…?  “This isn’t a dare,” he reminded Costa for her.

“No, a dare would be to actually take a nude selfie in front of us.  This is verifying the truth,” Costa said.

“And she has to send the answer to the group!” Conor reminded them.  Rory shot him a look, but realized his friend was nearly naked — they chose to play this game.

Mia took out her phone, scrolled through her photos, chose one and made it available to AirDrop.  The others scrambled for their phones to intercept the photo.  Conor and Costa made impressed sounds, Silke thought Mia looked very pretty, and Lyla admitted she already had that one.  Mia looked to Rory, who did not have his phone out, and smiled at him.

“Later,” he said.

Mia punched some more keys and Rory’s phone buzzed in his pocket.  “I just sent you all of them.”  Rory pulled her into a kiss.  When they came up, Mia reminded him, “Your turn.”

Rory unhooked himself from Mia and spun the spinney thing.  Truth, with the direction to ‘keep it close, share with the group.’  He drew a card.  “‘Have you ever used your lunch money for something other than lunch?’ How do we…?”

“Have you ever paid for sex with your lunch money?” laughed Conor.

A thought struck Rory.  “Hang on.”  He left the bedroom and returned a moment later.  “Had to go down to my jacket,” he explained.  “The answer to both questions is ‘yes,’ and here, I will share with the group.”

He opened his cupped hands and revealed a ribbon of six Trojan condoms, then split them off and handed one to each of the others.

Mia took hers.  “Hmmm.  Think you’re going to get lucky, do you?”

“Hoping…” he shrugged.  “One day, but we don’t…”

“It’s nice to know you’re prepared, anyway,” she said, settling back into his lap again.  Then, quietly, to him, “You really haven’t been pushing me much, at all.  Hands over clothes…  Do you not want to?  Are you nervous?”

“I am nervous on a couple levels,” he faked a laugh.  “But I really like you, and don’t want to be a jerk.”

“You’re no jerk,” Mia told him, and licked her way up his neck to his ear.  “Have you tried one on?  Make sure it fits…”

Silke was spinning for her turn.  Truth, and she would need to text the question and answer to someone not in the room.  She read, “‘Have you ever eaten a bug?’  But that is not it, is it?”

Lyla gave her the dirty version.  “Have you ever eaten a pussy?”

Silke looked perturbed.

Lyla tried to give her a little more room to play.  “Or sucked a cock?”

“What’s wrong?  I thought you Europeans were open to being naked and stuff?” Costa asked.

“Nudity is not a concern.  And the answer is ‘yes,’ but,” she hesitated, “I would not like to verify my answer.”

“Because you think we’ll make you do something to someone in front of us…?” Rory guessed.

“Yes, that is my concern.”

“Well, got to try, right?  It’s part of the game,” Costa tried, hoping to be a part of it, or at least watch it.

“I do not know you well enough to do that, I feel.”  Silke was sticking to her guns.

“Oh, come on…” Conor urged.

“No, no pressure,” Lyla said.  They weren’t going to force her or make fun of her.  “She gave an answer.  Let’s move on to Costa,” Lyla said.

Costa nodded and spun.  Dare, and it directed him to send a photo of his dare to someone the group chose.  He drew a card.  “‘Pretend to be a T. Rex whose arms are too short to scratch its nose.’  Uh-oh…”  He dropped his head.  He had a feeling how this would go.

“So, pretend to be a T. Rex whose arms are too short to jack your cock!” Conor almost shouted.

Costa laughed nervously, and got to his knees.  He tried making little arms, holding his elbows tight to his sides, and tried to humorously not-reach his cock with his hands.

Everyone laughed, but Lyla pulled authority.  “Nuh-uh.  Pants down.  Let’s see that cock you can’t reach, Costa!”

Costa looked at the group.  “Why do I get the tough one?”  He undid the button at the top of his jeans, and then stopped.  It looked like he was frozen, or deep in thought, and looked up at Conor who had his phone out and ready to take the photo.  “I can’t.  This will just be… too embarrassing.  I’m not even hard, I mean…”

“Maybe we should not play this game,” Silke suggested.

“Are we done, then?” Mia asked.  Rory and Conor looked to Lyla.

“Well, usually in Truth or Dare, when someone quits, it’s over, but I haven’t had my turn yet, at least,” Lyla said.

“Well, I am going to go downstairs and watch the television,” Silke said, somewhat reluctantly.  “Would you like to watch television, Constantine?”

“Sure.”  He, too, stood, a little embarrassed to duck out of the game.  “Maybe we can play Cluedo…”

When they were gone, Lyla said, “I wish she’d have gotten that ‘Do a crab walk across the room’ card.”

“Yeah,” Mia agreed.  “She’d have done that one naked, easily.”

“That would have been nice to see,” Rory snickered.

Mia got right in his ear.  “I’ve seen her pussy…”

“I know you have!” Rory gave right back to her, and bit her ear.

Lyla spun the spinney thing.  It landed on Dare.  It also demanded that she should ‘keep it close, share with the group,’ as Rory’s had. She drew the card and snorted a laugh.  “‘Peel a banana using your feet.’”

Lyla didn’t wait for a translation.  She knew what she had to do.  First, she tugged off her socks, then she rocked onto her back.  Everyone saw where her feet were headed.

“Up on your knees, Conor,” Rory murmured, but it was so quiet that Conor had no trouble hearing him.

Lyla reached out with her right foot and drew it up and along Conor’s very evident erection pushing at his boxerbriefs.  “Got a ripe one… right… here…”  She brought up her left foot and the two sandwiched Conor’s cock, and she began caressing it through the fabric until his cock head popped out the top.

Oh, god… I officially change my name to Conor Del Monte…” he moaned.

“Now, where is the stem?”  Lyla’s toes rubbed his cock head, then found his waistband and got about gripping it between them.

“I’d just like to say that, um, that’s a lovely shade of nail polish you have there, Lyla,” Conor said, beginning to perspire.

“Matches my nipples,” she teased.  She had the waistband secure and pulled her feet back.  Conor’s boxers moved out and away, and then down.  Slowly, and then quite quickly, Conor’s cock was revealed as his ‘banana peel’ was stripped away.

Lyla dropped his shorts at his knees, then sat up.  “Oh, that’s a nice cock,” she said to the room.

Mia watched the entire proceeding with wonder.  She looked quickly back at Rory, a little embarrassed, as if she shouldn’t be looking at Conor’s cock.  “Well, that’s not something you see every day.”

“I do,” Rory shrugged.  “But it is a nice cock…”

Mia looked in his eyes and laughed a little laugh.

Lyla got closer in.  She took ahold of Conor’s cock at its base and played with his trim black pubes with her pinky.  She gave him a slow stroke to force a little precum out the head.  “Once you peel a banana, what do you have to do, then?”

No one needed to answer as she took Conor into her mouth.

“We’re falling behind in this game,” Mia breathed over her shoulder.

“Tell me about it,” Rory told her ear as he slipped his hands up her shirt and grasped her breasts — over the bra, yet, but it was thin enough that he could knowingly tweak her nipples.

Lyla let Conor’s crown hang on the tip of her tongue.  “Wait.  The wheel said I had to share with the group.”  She looked to Mia and Rory.  “Well…?”

Conor looked to Rory and shrugged.  “It’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

Rory held back a sigh.  He didn’t really want that announced to the girls.

“It’s a game, right?” Mia said, thinking she was teasing him, goading him into maybe trying it.

Rory pulled his hands from Mia’s shirt and moved out from under her.  He came alongside Conor and took his cock from Lyla.  He shook his head and silently swore at Conor, then gave his cock several deep bobs.  Mia and Lyla looked at each other, incredulous.

“Don’t make me cum.  Don’t you make me cum…” Conor intoned.

Rory pulled off.  He looked to Mia.  “You want a taste?  Lyla has to share.”

Mia knee-walked over.  “You look like you knew what you were doing.”

“I’m a good friend.”

“Hi, Conor,” Mia said, looking up as she grasped Conor’s cock.

“Hi, Mia.”

Mia licked Conor’s balls and he sang a high note, then she took him inside her mouth.

“How’s that banana?” Rory teased back.  Mia couldn’t answer.

“Man, I am so full of potassium right now,” Conor breathed as Mia pulled away, satisfied with her taste.  She handed it back off to Lyla.

“Not for much longer,” Lyla said, and got into position to finish her job.

Rory and Mia got back into a comfortable position.  “Well, you have officially given my best friend a blowjob before I’ve even seen your tits,” Rory bemoaned.

“That one’s on you, buster.  Can’t be too nice a guy, you know?”

“But we’re playing a damn game, here,” he knew.

“Yes.  We are, aren’t we?”

Rory pulled her in tight.  “God, I want you.  Tell me this is why we cut school today.”

“Oh, yes.  You’re not leaving here intact,” Mia said.

Conor began breathing raggedly and squealed, “I’m cum… I’m cumming!  Lyla?  Lyla?”

Lyla made no move to pull away as Conor’s body waved like an inflatable guy at a car dealership and blasted his load — his potassium! — down Lyla’s throat.  They collapsed, but somehow didn’t hurt each other.

“Yay…” Conor cheered, scarcely audible.

Lyla sat back up, wiping her chin and swallowing a couple times, yet.  “You ever notice how banana-flavored stuff, like banana candy or whatever, never actually tastes like banana?”

“Yeah.  I remember something like SweeTarts, but not SweeTarts,” Rory recalled.  “And not Spree, but they had banana, and I didn’t like it.”

“There’s those Circus Peanut things.  They’re banana-flavored,” Mia suggested.

“Yeah, those are weird,” Lyla nodded.

“Banana shake?” Conor said weakly from the carpet.

“If they use real bananas, of course, but if it’s powder like at McDonald’s or Burger King, then no way,” Lyla decided, running her fingers through Conor’s pubes.

Mia prodded Conor.  “Hey, if you’re alive, it’s your turn, pick a card…”

“Fuck off…”  Conor convulsed a couple times more, and some more non-banana-flavored cum dribbled out of him.

Rory reached his finger over and scooped it up.  “Taste?” he offered Mia.

“Mine,” Lyla demanded, and directed Rory’s hand to her mouth and licked it off his finger.

Rory felt the erotic charge from Lyla’s tongue, but decided not to say anything about it with Mia right there.

Continued in Part 2

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Fiona at the Three-Star Beach House – Part 4

Fiona at the Three-Star Beach House – Part 4
By
Tommy Linarcos

The next morning, I woke up before Scott, and it was like my dreams.  Nice breeze coming in the room, blue sky, the sun sparkling on the lake, and the most gorgeous guy next to me in bed.  He looks younger when he’s sleeping, like I can see Little Scott in him, still.  He has a cute, light snore I’ll probably hate when we’re old and fat!  I snuck out of bed and made some coffee for him, then came back and woke him up the way I knew he’d really appreciate.

This next day was a dream vacation day.  No one was waking up at the same time, so we didn’t have a big breakfast together like on TV.  Just bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Cocoa Pebbles, or Special K with milk and OJ.  I won’t get too detailed, but we all hung out at our beach house, laid out in the sun, played in the water and on the sand, walked the trails, Al rented his boogie board and taught Tori how to body surf.  Lunch was sandwiches, or we got stuff down at the vendors on the Dunes beach proper.  For supper, Danny made a huge pot of spaghetti and meatballs with a giant bag of frozen veggies in it for dinner.

What I will say is that after lunch, when everyone was tired, again, like from the heat of the sun or whatever, a lot of us retired to our bedrooms.  I walked in on Scott and Al fucking, again.  They offered me to join them, but I didn’t.  I kind of felt like I’d interrupted a ‘private time.’  I didn’t leave, but I did get comfortable in the big chair, watching.

Eventually, though, I did get in the mood.  I took off what I was wearing and climbed on with them.  At that point, Scott had cum in Al, and we were all mostly feeling each other, kissing.  I wanted to suck Scott, but he wasn’t clean, yet, so I sucked Al.

Then Al put me on my back and fucked me.  I loved it, and I came, but it was different.  I looked at Scott, and could see in his eyes that it was different for him, too.

There was an upset, yet determined, look on his face, one I hadn’t seen since our Day 1.  He excused himself and took a shower in our washroom.

Al stayed with me.  He didn’t collect himself and sneak out.  I think he knew he would have to be here for the fallout.  We did get dressed, though.  Al moved to the chair.  I sat on the bed.

Scott returned and found us.  He finished drying himself and threw on some light clothes, as we had.  Something was coming.  We all knew it.  He climbed on the bed by me.

“I don’t know…” Scotty barely started.  “It’s like…”  He breathed heavily, then sat back, his signature, “Fuckin’…” barely escaping his lips.  “Fiona, I don’t want to share you like that.”  He reached and pulled me to him. 

“I’m sorry,” Al said, and I said, “I shouldn’t have…” at the same time.

Scott and I just held each other close for the next who-knows-how-long.

“Have I lost a friend?” Al asked, finally.  “Friends?”

Both Scott and I said, “No,” at the same time, and then he released me, slowly.

“It’s not your fault,” Scott said.  “It’s been tough sorting how I feel.  I know I was here for it, but…  The two of you, alone, it just felt like… I don’t know… like if,” he turned to me, “like if we’d been fooling around with Tori, and then I went and fucked her on my own.”

“And,” I realized, “I’d already said that wouldn’t be right.”

“Fire would rain from the heavens, you said,” Scott reminded me.  “I think…” Scott decided, “that we have to cut this part out.”

“I like being close to you,” Al pleaded.

“You guys will still be close,” I said, hoping I was saying the right thing.  “You can decide what that means.  I trust you both.”  I knew compromises would be made by both of us.  But that’s how you work things out instead of just breaking up.

“I know why he loves you,” Al said to me.  “You can see it.  You guys are gonna be endgame, if you can figure out college.  I hope I haven’t messed that up.”

“You haven’t,” Scott told him. 

Al approached us and kissed Scott’s cheek.  “I hate… losing friends…”

“You won’t.”  Scott said it, but I thought it, too.  “We just have to look at this, like, what happens when we get back home?  I like you and me,” he nodded to Al, and “and all of us is fun, but I love,” he looked to me, “you and me, the most.”

“Yeah.”  Al backed away and was heading to the door when Scott stopped him.

“You and me — we’re good,” he told him, holding him.

“Some love triangle, huh?” Al sniffled.

“No,” I corrected him, on automatic.  But then I had to explain myself.  “We’re not a love triangle.  We’re a love angle.”  I held my fists out like points.  “I love Scott, and you love Scott,” I ran my hands together into a third point, “Scott’s the vertex and he loves us,” I separated my point-hands, again, “but these two aren’t in love.  So, it’s a love angle, not a triangle.”

“But I do really, really like you,” Al said, coming over to me, “Girl #3.”  And he kissed me and gave me a hug, both of which I returned.

This time, Al did walk out our door, but he didn’t close it.

We could hear a little light plunking on the piano.  And then we heard a song.  It was beautiful.  Sad, but incredibly beautiful.  We didn’t dare speak.  I could hear someone else in the house walk by to see who was playing, but they didn’t say a word, either.

Then the music was beautiful, but incredibly sad.  I couldn’t hold it in.  I grabbed Scott and buried my face in his chest and my tears flowed.  He held me and stroked my hair.  He didn’t need to say anything.  I don’t think he could, either.

Al only played for about two minutes.  There was probably more to the piece, but he finished at a point where it came to a conclusion, or he made it sound like one.  Ritardando.

Al appeared at our door.  “A song for you.  Chopin.  Nocturne number six in G minor.  Opus fifteen.  Number three.  But I couldn’t finish it.  Maybe later.”  And he left.

“He knows a couple tunes, my ass,” Scott said.  One of us had to say something.  “We need him in Band.  If Mr. Thorn hasn’t heard him, he will.”

“Should we go after him?” I asked, drying my eyes on Scott’s shirt.

“No, let him get some air.”

Ten minutes later, I still felt like I needed to apologize, though.  “I’m sorry I jumped on Al.”

“Hey, we were sharing him.  I just did it, too.  I can’t blame you.  Or him.”  Scott took a breath.  “But when I saw you… I realized… I couldn’t do it, anymore.”

I held the boy I loved.  “Do we need to do anything to even this out?  You and me?”

“Like what?”

“Like…” I ruminated, “do I invite Tori over and…”

“No,” Scott almost laughed.  “I just said that as an example.  She’s the girl you play with.  She’s a nice girl, but I honestly have no desire to fuck her.  She’s not…”

“Your type?”

“Whatever.”

“A player to be named later, then?” I offered.  “Kari Tanaka?”

“No,” Scott almost laughed at my offer of Kari.  “I don’t need that.  I just need you.”  Scott put one of his starlight kisses on me.

At dinner, Al had returned, and no more was said.  We all celebrated being friends, again, while enjoying Danny’s spaghetti, and getting drunk on the remaining stock.  Luke and Tori even had become friendly companions for this trip, exploring the park, though she respected his wishes and didn’t try to convert him.  She went with him to the group at the campground, though that didn’t do anything to quell her frustrations, either, as they were also gay.  Luke spent most of the night with them, after dinner.

That night, in a soap opera move I won’t go into too much detail on, Gwen invited Tori to her and Danny’s bed, and though Danny is devoted to Gwen, so long as they all knew it was just for fun, he fucked Tori into a pleasant stupor while she ate Gwen out.  Though I’d see how that played out when we got home, it was too late to learn a lesson from as there was no real love between anyone other than Danny and Gwen, there.

* * *

Scott and I spent another blissful, just-as-if-we-were-married night together.  Morning blowjobs are kind of fun.

Al was up early, and body surfing the morning waves.  The wind was coming in, again, making him quite happy.  I waved to him from our deck with my morning coffee, and he came bounding up the stairs, his boogie board attached to his ankle flapping behind him.  He stopped halfway to detach it so it didn’t pull him back down.  He jammed it into the sand outside our deck, sidled up to the fence, and gave me a big kiss on the cheek.

He looked at my cup and I just handed it to him, like I’d made it for him.  I’d had a couple sips — I didn’t need the caffeine, it just felt like it made the morning complete.

“Hey, thanks!” he said.  “Do you see those waves?  There’s some big ones further out there.  I bet I could actually surf on a real board, but I didn’t see any of those for rent at the shacks.”

“I love watching you have fun,” I almost giggled.

“You know, the California waves are made by — I mean, we get good waves all the time, but — the big ones come from storm systems far out, and then, you know, the weather…  Here, it’s all wind, and you have a lot of wind!” he said, all excited.

“I don’t know how to take that.  I have a lot of…?” I joked.

“No, no… You know what I mean!” he laughed.

Scott came out of the washroom with a towel around his waist and joined us on the deck.  Al reached in and gave him a hug.

“You have an okay night?” Scott asked.

“Private room,” Al answered with a shrug.

It was us three again.

“Hey, did I leave my shoes in here?” Al asked.

“Yeah, come get ‘em,” Scott said.  There were no shoes in our room and Al hadn’t worn any since the moment we got here the first day.

Al handed me the cup and leapt over the fence, still dripping wet and with sandy feet, I might add.  He didn’t take a seat, just stood in the middle of the bedroom.

“I just wanted to say… don’t go thinking I’m, you know, the little gay boy who can’t get the boy he wants.  Nothing so serious.  I’m happy with Benji, for now.  I just… really like my friend.”  He looked directly at Scott.  “I love my friend.  If… we have to… curtail some of our activities, then that’s what we’ll do.  Just don’t… stop… being my friends.  Please.”

“You’re not losing us.  We’re good forever.  Even if you go back to California,” I said.  “I think we’re open to having some ‘fun,’ still, but no more solos.”

Scott added, “And on Friday, after we’re home, I know you’re downloading the new Batman game, and I’m coming over to your place to beat your butt at it.”  He looked to me, as if he needed to explain.  “We would do the Star Wars game, but it’s full of bugs, so it needs patches and shit.  And we’re going to find a pool hall, damn it!  And there will probably be a blowjob or two.  That’s my prediction, and I’ll stand by it.  And we’ll talk about guy stuff, and who knows?”

Al said, “Last night, I figured…  When you love someone, they have to love you back the same way.  And I know that’s not where we are.  We’re seventeen, no one’s getting married.  Well, you two could, one day, and my guy is somewhere in California, probably.  I could love you, Scott, but I know it won’t happen that way, like you two, and I’m not going to knock myself out over it.  I like being friends.  Having fun as friends is nice, too, if we can keep some of that.”

“You said you really, really like me,” I told Al, and he nodded.  “And we really, really like you.  So, though we only have a ‘love angle’ between us, maybe we can fix that, and have a ‘really, really like’ triangle.”

“That’s silly, but it works,” he snickered.

Scott wrapped Al up in his arms in a welcome-back gesture.  Al turned it into a kiss. 

I pulled Al’s swimsuit down to his ankles and dusted the sand off his calves.  “Water was cold this morning, was it?” I asked Al.

“Can you help me with that?” he asked me back.

I took Al’s cock in my mouth to warm it up and get it on its way to becoming a plaything.  Al ripped Scott’s towel open and off.

“About time,” Scott said.  “Think you’d know how to do that, by now.”

Al got busy pumping my Scotty, but Scott pulled the both of us onto the bed.  I removed my hoodie and panties.  “Did you have breakfast this morning?” I asked Al.

He looked over and saw my spread legs.  “You know me, I’m an early riser, but I haven’t eaten anything, yet.”  Before he moved, he looked to Scott.

“Dig in, then,” Scott told him.  Al set himself between my legs and combed my pubes with his fingers, then opened me up and dove in.  Scott continued warming up Al’s cock. 

Scott was in the wrong position for me to do anything with him, so I decided to be selfish this morning, since knowing that our threesomes would, from this point, become a little more rare.

“Hey, it’s my birthday, today,” I told the ceiling.

“That’s right,” Scott played along.  “I’d made you a pot in Art class, but there was a kiln explosion.  So, your present’s being delivered.”

“I always find out about these things too late,” Al took a moment from circling my clit.  “What do you want for your birthday?  I’ve got all day to find whatever you want.”

“I want both my boys home from school,” I moaned.  “Both my boys.”

There was a bit of silence as Scott and Al registered that.  Scott pulled off of Al’s cock and moved his head next to Al’s.  “Fffuck!” I shout-whispered.  Two tongues were touring my pussy.  I’ve never felt that before!  There were the two hands the other day, but this was wild!  One went to the top while the other worked below — better than one on each side.  I took a fistful of hair from each head and started whimpering as I hit my first orgasm of the morning.

They let me recover while they each went a different direction.  Scott was massaging my leg until he reached my foot and was working over each piggie, while Al made his way up to my breasts.  The similarity between the two of my guys obviously extended to their favorite parts of me, and Al was determined to have more time with my girls.

The orgasm might have made me happy enough to send my two boys off playing together, but it also made me adventurous enough to propose what I did.  “Come here,” I called to them both.  Al slid the couple inches while his hands continued on my breasts, while Scott hauled himself up to hold my waist and nibble my ear.

“What is it, baby?  What can we do for you?”

“I got a text.  The gift you sent is arriving, but I don’t know where the delivery guy is dropping it off.  Can you each cover a door while I put my face on?”  This extended birthday thing was kind of fun!  “Scott, open the front door.  Al, can you take the rear?”

My eyes were closed, but I could imagine their expressions, and could picture their faces communicating silently above me.  Scott whispered, “You sure, baby?  Are you ready for this?”

“I want to try it.  I’ve never really had anything in there, but if you two can do it, if you two can take care of me, make it fun instead of painful…”  I was nervous, but to have both my boys make ‘really, really like’ to me, to have both my boys inside me… I wanted to feel that.

Al left my side and I heard him finding the lube.  Scott took the center of the bed and turned me over, on top of him.  I thought about the different possible positions, and figured he was right, that this would be the most comfortable.  While Al was getting me ready, Scott and I kissed each other and felt each other’s bodies like we were teenagers.  Ha-ha!  Okay, like our Day 1, like it was the first time after we got together.  Like it should have been a year ago when we should have gotten together.  God, I love him.

Al oiled me up along with his cock, and then started the process he helped me perform on Scott.  The one finger inside me was easy — familiar, even, and fun.  The second finger started the stretch.  Not too bad, but the twisting felt awkward, but I knew why he was doing it.  The third finger actually felt easier, even though it stretched me wider, I guess because it was a rounder shape? if that makes sense?  It was rolling on three points instead of on two sides.  Al took about ten or fifteen minutes, I think, doing all that.  And with Scotty distracting me, I didn’t mind.

With a word from Al between them, Scott lifted me and entered me, the familiar feel of his cock filling me going right to my heart.  I couldn’t help but start rocking on him, but then I felt Al’s hand on my rear, steadying me.  And then I felt the tip of his cock at my anus.  He pushed in slowly, but made sure his entire head was inside me.

It was huge!  Well, it felt that way, anyway.  Scott had stopped any thrusting, and was just the voice of reason in my ear.  “Take it easy, baby.  Don’t fight it.  Don’t clench up.  Don’t try to grasp it with your muscles.  You have to consciously relax.”  He didn’t spout that all-at-once, but nice and slow, gently in my ear, like a secret.  I love my Scotty.

I tried what he said, and breathed my okay for Al to continue.  And he did.  Little by little, he slid further in.  Al’s advice came toward the back of my other ear.  “If you push back on me a little, Fifi, like when you… yeah, like that.  Don’t grip it, just… yeah…”

Scott, below me, was reacting more than I was, now.  “Oh, geez, Al.  I can feel you.  I can feel your cock slidin’ in.  Just that little bit of skin between us.  That is… that is fuckin’ wild!”

Al got in further.  My god, how big was he?  I mean, they?  They’re the same size, so if Scott ever did this to me, it would be the same…  Suddenly, I had a moment of panic, I had to stop them.  “No, it hurts!  It hurts!  Stop!”

Al pulled back a little, showing me he was listening to me, though he didn’t pull out.  The logical part of my mind knew it would be more difficult to start over.  “Both of us, Fifi.  You want both of us?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

Al slid in again.  Scott moaned below me and I was going to tighten my hug on him, but consciously just tried to turn myself to jelly and let it happen.  And then it did.  I felt Al’s pubes on my ass, and he was all the way in.  I couldn’t breathe.

Both my boys.  Both of my boys were inside me.  I was so freaking full!

And then they started moving.  I wanted to tell them not to, that I was still getting used to it, but that’s what this was all about.  Scott moved, first, then Al.  This wasn’t going to be easy.  I could feel they would have trouble going in and out at the same time, and I don’t know if they could manage a top-then-bottom rhythm, or front-then-back, whichever it was.  My mind was blown.

When did the pleasure begin?

Scott said sometimes Al makes him tell a story to distract himself.  I didn’t know any fuckin’ stories!  But then I remembered something Scotty said when he was on his back and Al was inside him, when I was there for the first time with him.  It was so much different for him, holding me, he’d said.  So, I held him.  I focused on kissing my Scotty.  Loving him.  Putting dents in his skin with my fingernails!

Unexpectedly, I realized they’d both been fucking me for some time!  I didn’t count it, the number of times, but they’d found a rhythm, a give-and-take, because I still don’t know if it’s top-then-bottom or front-then-back.  It wasn’t that bad.  I would probably hurt like hell later on, but maybe I could do this again — with both my guys.  But I’ll tell you, it made me appreciate making love to my Scotty one-on-one so much more!

This is my story, so I’m not telling you all the noises I made, all the “oh, fuck”s I shouted, like I’d heard Scott make, but they were there.  At some point, Scott stopped making his thrusts, and just let Al go ahead.  It was easier, and I started to concentrate on that feeling, trying to find the pleasure.  And you know what?  It was there.  Mostly in my heart, though.  Mostly in my heart.

Scott pulled out of me slowly but stayed at my entrance to still be officially inside me, and allowed Al to go faster.  There wasn’t much I could do about it as he was on auto.  I just took it.  But I wanted to.  I didn’t want to be the one to call it quits.  I wanted Al to cum.  I wanted him to cum inside me.  I wanted to feel that.  I could see from Scotty’s eyes that he knew this, and he wasn’t pressing for his own cum.  We’d take care of that later. 

And then Al squeezed down on me, his arms wrapping around me.  Scott and I gave him room, and Al immediately found my breasts.  I had a quick feeling that he and Scott would always fight over those any time we had some fun together.  But Al’s cock became erratic, and I knew that feeling.  One more slam into my ass and I heard Al grunt his “Grrrfffffuck!” and I felt — I actually felt — his cum blast inside me!  It was different than in my pussy.  It was a warm filling.  And as he pulled back and forth those couple more times, I filled up more.

Al eventually fell out of me after his body relaxed.  I was a little wiped-out, but I told Scott, “Finish me…”  His cock entered me, again, and it felt welcome.  This was what I wanted, this was my Scotty.  This morning, I’d brought him coffee and a blowjob, again, but we hadn’t gotten around to screwing, yet.  So, I needed my morning fix!

Oh, what will life be like when we return to civilization?  We both still live at home and sleep in separate beds.  Sigh

I couldn’t bounce too much on Scott.  He turned me over and I pleasantly found Al kissing me, as well, and going after my breasts.  They shared them.  Both of them shared both of them.  My boys.  My men.

Scotty fucked me hard and started cumming in me, triggering my orgasm.  Just know that I screamed my pleasure and woke up Tori, who would not let me forget it for the remainder of the trip.

“Ready to go again?” Al asked.  “We’ll trade sides this time.”

“No way!” I laughed.  They had to be kidding!

“You’re mean,” Al moaned.  “Isn’t she mean, Scott?”

“So mean…” Scott breathed, recovering from his own orgasm, yet.

After a while, and a shower, we made actual breakfast, serenaded by Al playing a more jaunty tune on the piano, an 80s song I can’t remember the title of right now.  I don’t know how Al escaped Mr. Thorn or Mr. Stromboli hearing him play for three years.

When he finished, he closed the keyboard and said, “I really, really like you two.”

Our triangle was fixed.

It was our last full day here, and we didn’t waste it.  By that I mean, there was no real agenda, like when you go to Six Flags or Disney.  Sometimes it’s great to just lay out in the sun and do bunches of nothing with your friends.  That night, sitting by the fire, good tunes playing on the Bluetooth, watching the sunset, Scott sat back in the V of Al’s legs, and I lay back in the V of his.  I could run my hands along the hairy legs of both of them.  I didn’t want to go home.  It was nice just the way we were.

I thought I maybe could see the Chicago skyline across the lake in the red light, but it was probably just a mirage.

The End

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Fiona at the Three-Star Beach House – Part 3

Fiona at the Three-Star Beach House – Part 3
By
Tommy Linarcos

I was on the fenced deck, watching the sun get low, when I told the boys to come join me.  I had put on one of Scott’s button-down shirts I’d stolen from him, and was using it as a beach wrap, this trip.  But when the boys dragged themselves out onto the deck, they were still quite naked and didn’t care if the whole town had gathered to see.  Scott brought the Mike’s Hard to me and we shared it, finishing it tout de suite, as my grandpa says.  Al propped himself up with the beer bottle on the fence.

“What’s… what did you say before that made him laugh?  Adalbert?” I asked the boys.

“That’s his real name,” Scott said.

“My secret real name,” Al corrected.

“I don’t keep secrets from Fee.”

“But it was my secret.”

“You’d have told her.”

“True, but you’re lucky I love you guys.”  Al turned to me.  “It’s a family name.  Now you don’t get to tell anyone.”

“Don’t worry, the guy I don’t hide secrets from is right here,” I said and gave Scott a kiss.

The tide waves were nice and big.  “Not quite surfing waves,” Al said, “but really nice for boogie boards.  I’m gonna rent one tomorrow.”

“You guys want to go take a dip?” I put out there.

“Skinny dip?” Scott asked.

“No, go get your suits on.  Let’s be good.”  Al went to his room while Scott and I found our items.  On the beach, Al noticed that we matched — my white with blue, and Scott’s blue with white — it had waves all over it that looked like that famous painting of a big wave off of Japan.

“You two… are endgame… you know that…” he said, and ran into the lake.

Both Tori and Luke had returned at some point while the three of us were napping, but went back out.  They returned again, changed, and joined us in the swim.  They had met and played frisbee with some of the people at the campground north of us, as well as one group of college students at a house a little ways south of us.

It was during this time that Danny and Gwen returned.  “Holy fuck!  I wasted more gas driving around here than the whole drive in, I think!” he exclaimed.  “There’s nothing here!  Some restaurants… actually a couple good places we could check out… and a couple craft stores and crap… but I thought we’d have to come back and do all our shopping at the gas station store!  Either that or drive back down to that New Buffalo place we passed on the way in.  Finally, we found something up north, so… there will be breakfast.”

Gwen said, “And we found the fast food by the highway exit, so went there last and got everyone some Burger King because we are really too frustrated and angry to even try to do any cooking or anything tonight!”

Scotty helped them bring in the bags from the car while Al and Luke started a fire in the pit on our beach.  Both had been Cub or Boy Scouts at one time, it seemed, but Luke actually carried a flint stick on his keychain, so they got that thing going, easy.

We wet people changed back into dry clothes, and gathered around the fire, sitting on a circle of logs, eating Burger King… things… burgers, fries, Big Macs, whatever, while the last rays of light gave way to night.

When all the food was gone, we wished one of us played guitar.  With all of us being in the Band or Orchestra, you’d think one of us would have brought an instrument along.  Danny’s clarinet might actually have been in the back of his vehicle, he offered, but we didn’t want a woodwind solo, then.  Luke ran inside and came back out with a little Bluetooth speaker and found a playlist on his phone.  He had some ambient movie themes he downloaded from YouTube, which was nice.  Background music for the lake.

I was wearing Scotty’s light blue Disneyland hoodie, with Mickey looking like Indiana Jones. Scott had last worn it on the drive in, so it smelled like him.  It’s mine, now.

“So, Al, is it close to how California was?  Did we choose a good place?” I asked, sitting on the sand below Scott’s lap, between his knees.

Al looked out at the lake.  The water was purple, the sky dark behind us and overhead, but there was red, orange, and yellow at the horizon, yet.  He smiled, like he was looking inside himself.  “Yeah.  Yeah, you did good.”

Danny toasted his beer.  “Good friends, good times.”

“Good friends, good times,” was repeated.

“Thanks for letting me come,” Luke said.  “This is a great place, having a good time.  But you said Charlie and Allison dropped out?  Why?”

Danny laughed and took this one.  “Dad caught them fuckin’ in her room.”

Tori and Gwen nodded.

“When they were with us,” Danny continued, “end of April, the night they lost it together, they were pretty loud, let me tell you!”

“Yeah, we haven’t heard any of that around here…” Tori said, looking at me.

“So, picture this,” Danny continued, his hands waving, building an image in his mind, “Allison’s bed, her pillow’s by the wall the door’s on, and her and Charlie are fuckin’, banging the headboard and moaning.  Dad opens the door — ‘What in tarnation is a-goin’ on hyeer?!’  And what he sees is naked-ass Charlie, looking up at him, his mouth hanging open, Allison naked underneath.  And she’s like, ‘Hi, Dad.’  Dad’s like, stunned, and says, ‘You guys got two minutes to put some clothes on and get out here.’  And he shuts the door.  But Charlie puts his pants on and goes out the window, Allison throws the rest of his clothes out to him, hits him in the face with a shoe!”

“And…?” Al asked.

“That’s it.  I heard this from Charlie.  No update, yet, except they’re sneaking around to see each other, but going on this trip was definitely out.”

“Shame.  That sucks,” Al noted.

Tori waited for any more reaction, then dropped: “And Allison might be pregnant.”

This was new.  Only Al commented, “That really sucks.”  We all had to agree.

“Would they have had one of the rooms with the twin beds?” Luke asked.

“Owner says in his letter you could push them together so long as we don’t scratch the floor,” Scott said, taking a drink.

We listened to the music as the waves crashed in.  The light was getting lower.

“Wish we had a hot tub,” Tori said.  “The house down there?  With the college guys?  They have a hot tub.”

“Sorry, Tori,” Scott said.  “This is the one I could get.”

“Rate it three stars, then,” I said to the sky.  Scott gave me a look and a smile.  Al kicked my foot.  We knew who the three stars were.

Tori turned to Luke.  “What’s the most seductive thing you’ve ever wanted to say to me?”

He looked up.  “What is this, Truth or Dare?” he laughed.

“No,” Tori said.  “I just want to know.”

Luke looked troubled, but they had our attention.  “Um… ‘Be quiet, for once’?”

We all laughed, but Tori pretend-fumed.  “It’s a game!  Act It Out!  You have to play.”

Luke rocked his head.  “Okayyy… Give me a different one.”

“I’ll come back to you,” she said.  “Show you how it’s done.  Fiona?”

“Sure,” I volunteered.

“Show me how you like to be kissed in bed,” Tori said.

“Act it out!  Act it out!” Danny, Gwen, and Al chanted.

“Fine,” I said.  Actually, this would be easy, and I’d kissed Tori before.  I met her in the circle in front of Al, careful of the fire, where we took ahold of each other’s faces and planted one.  But I was going to do this right, show Scott and Al.  I lowered myself onto my back, pulling her with me, so she would have to kiss me like on a bed.  Tongues were used, like with Scott, and I let my hands go inside her shirt, so she also went into my hoodie, pushing it up, though it bunched at my breasts.  We kept it going long enough for everyone to wonder if there was a time limit, and then broke it off.

Danny made the first comment: “Nice!”

“Okay,” Tori said to Luke, “Now for yours.  What’s the most daring fantasy you’ve had about us?”

Luke grumbled.  “Well, I’m gay, so…”

“Wait, you’re gay?” Tori asked.

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“But I’ll play, since we’re here.”  He cleared his throat.  “The most daring fantasy I’ve had about us is that, even though I’m gay, I would still like to see your tits.”

Danny and Gwen, and then the rest of us, chanted, “Act it out!  Act it out!”

Tori was disappointed that both single guys were gay, but was happy at Luke’s request and took off her shirt.  Nudity had been introduced into the game early.  “And you’d like to touch them, right?  Play right…”

“If I may,” Luke said, and with Tori’s nod, got about copping himself a feel of girl tits.

Scott took the next one, so it wasn’t just Tori’s game.  “Danny, trace Gwen’s body with your fingertips, while whispering what you love about her.”

“Act it out!  Act it out!” the circle chanted.  Danny actually blushed, and we could tell even by firelight.

“Where’d you come up with that one?” I whispered to Scott.

“It’s something he talks about on Fridays,” was all he said.

Danny started lightly touching Gwen at her shoulders, but shortly into it, she was on the sand with her shirt off, and then her shorts, and her panties.  Gwen was nude in front of us while Danny oh-so-lightly touched her.  We could hear rumblings when he spoke, but very few actual words, though Gwen heard every one.  One thing I did make out was “…fuzzy little pussy…” which we’ve heard from him before.

We didn’t argue rules about “tracing” her body, as Scott had said, versus what he was doing, we all just couldn’t take our eyes off of his light touch and Gwen visibly getting horny.  And wet.   Danny ended his trace at her clit and brought her off.  She clung to him, after, for a good long time, and then put her clothes back on.

The circle was speechless.  Good thing we were friends.

Al was playing with some onion rings.  A couple small ones on his fingers, twirling a bigger one.

“Tell me about the middle girl,” I asked Al.  I’d said it quietly, just in case.

He leaned toward my ear.  “Please don’t ask that.  I’ll tell you, but I don’t want to say it to the circle.  I don’t want Tori to… get encouraged, you know?”

“Hey, no fair, over there,” Tori called us out.  “No secrets.  Act it out!  Act it out!”

I had to make a save.  “I asked him to show me how he likes to be touched.  He said he wanted Scott to do it.”

Everyone looked at Scott.  “Whoa-oh!” murmured the circle.

Scott gave me a look, like I’d just outed him.  Danny threw him the save, this time.  “We know.”

Scott stood up off the log, careful of me.  Then Al stood.  It looked like Scott realized he and Al should not step closer to the fire, and they both took up position behind where Al had been sitting, Scott behind Al, his arms around him at the waist.  Al clasped his own hands behind him, between him and Scott, captive.

Scott unbuttoned Al’s shorts and let them fall.  He put both hands inside his boxer briefs, the shadows and flicker from the fire making it look like a monster or alien was inside, about to burst out.  “Show me how you like to be touched,” Scott said softly, but everyone heard him.

No one but me and Scott heard Al say, “You know how.”

Scott pulled Al’s underwear wide and let them drop before they caught at his knees, revealing his cock to the circle.  There was a little gasp, but no comments.  I looked at Tori, but she was laser-focused on the action.

Scott’s left hand raked through Al’s pubes and then went downward to fondle and hold his balls.  His right hand found Al’s shaft.  He gave it a couple long slow pulls to get it going, but I knew Al was half-hard the moment Scott touched him.  Scott continued, with his hand open and flat, slowly sailing down the top, the flatter-side, of Al’s cock, toward his crown, pushing his cock downward, like he wanted all to see its length.  Believe me, there was nothing else we could watch.

He did this again, and again, and again, as if this was the way.  He got a little faster, coming up into his pubes, and back down, but splaying his fingers this time, and finally grasped Al’s shaft.  Only the waves were louder than Al’s intake of breath.  Al faltered a little in his stance, and we watched him knock his underwear down and step his right leg out of it.

I slowly moved my left leg until it contacted Scott’s ankle, and then my right foot until it was touching Al’s, connecting our circuit.

Al’s hips gave the first indication of ‘how’ he wanted to be touched, with a slight wave, making Scott increase his pumping of Al’s cock, but each time it was a complete top-to-bottom stroke.  There was no baby oil or lube anywhere near our circle, so it must’ve been some pre-cum being spread or just the sweat of Scott’s palms, but Al’s cock was looking shiny.

Al’s breathing started to become labored, little “Uhn…” and “Mnnn…” noises escaped him.  Then a very quiet, “Faster…” and Scott sped up.  Then we got his “Ohh” sounds.

Scott’s hand left Al’s balls and held his shaft tight at the base, and he started stroking him fast with the other with shorter strokes near his head.  Al’s crown grew — looked like it was being inflated — that was cool.  I always liked when that happened to a guy.  Well, Scott best of all.  Scott let go of his tight hold and moved that hand behind Al.  Whether it just grabbed him or went inside him a bit, we couldn’t tell, but we could tell that Al liked it.

“I’m cum — I’m fuckin’ cumming…” Al got out before all he could do was breathe and whine.  And then his cum shot into the fire.

It wasn’t a massive load, and only Scott and I knew why not, but it was still impressive watching the streams and bullets fly into the fire and disappear.

Al collapsed backwards into Scott, who held him until he could recover, which was a while.  We all just watched him hold him.  Eventually, Scott released him, and Al put his stuff back on in the darkness.  They both retook their seats on the logs.

Gwen broke the silence and asked Danny, “What is something you’ve always wanted to do to someone in the circle?”

I knew this was a loaded question.  I held tightly onto Scott’s legs, and I think he knew it, too.  Everyone else probably thought Danny would come up with some fantasy for him and Gwen, again, or perhaps admit some desire for Tori — like a threesome or watching her and Gwen go at it.  Luke and Al likely had no clue what Danny would do.

Tori was already chanting, “Act it out!  Act it out!”

Gwen, Scott, and I all saw Danny stand up, like in a dream and look at Scott over the fire.

Scott sighed, stood, and stepped between me and the fire.  “Just this once.”

Danny took the few steps over to Scott and fell to his knees.  He undid Scott’s shorts and pulled them down with his underwear, releasing his cock.  He stared right at it.  Of course, we all knew it wasn’t the first time he’d seen it, nor even held it.  It was just the first time he was going to be allowed to suck it, and he was taking that moment for himself.

And then he took my Scotty’s cock into his mouth.

Being only his second blowjob, he still wasn’t that skilled, but you could see his desire to love his friend was there.  In and out, as far as he could.  He seemed reluctant to do anything more with his hands other than hold Scott’s waist, or cup his balls, or grasp the base of his cock, but from my vantage point, I could see his pinky finger twisting in Scott’s pubes.  He’d learned the lesson of ‘do what I like when…’ and we could tell he was swishing around Scott’s cock head.  And I could tell, and maybe Al could, too, that Danny was trying to find Scott’s sweet spot.  And that was no surprise, as Danny was skilled in giving Scott handjobs over the years.

I made eye contact with Scott.  Like I’ve said, he has a way to turn off his receptors when getting a blowjob, if he wants; he’ll enjoy the sensations, but he won’t take it to term.  I whispered, “Let go,” to him.  He understood.  He let his fingers run through Danny’s black hair, and he held it, starting to fuck his mouth, needing a little more control in the action.

Danny reacted immediately, taking it — finally — as a sign of acceptance, and went to town bobbing on Scott’s cock.

Scott let go with his right hand and held it out to me, grabbing my shoulder.  I took his hand to support him.  He gritted his teeth, and I heard — we all probably heard — him mutter, “Fuck… me… Danny…” and then he exploded inside Danny’s mouth.  Again, I knew Scott had already lost a few loads today, so Danny wasn’t getting everything Scott could give him on a good day, but that was probably best, as Danny took what Scott had and swallowed it.

Danny fell back, sitting on the sand, Scott’s clean cock still hanging before him.  I could see Tori just staring at it, memorizing the length, the way it hung, the color from the fire.

Scott put himself back together and helped Danny up.  I could tell that Danny was still waiting for a reaction.  Scott put his arms around Danny and hugged him to him.  Then he kissed him, though not quite as passionately as he would Al.  “I love you, man.”  I saw Danny smile.  “Now get out of here.”  He spun Danny around and swatted his backside, but missing his butt as he went back to Gwen.

Gwen took Danny back on the sand below her and whispered something in his ear.  Danny just nodded.

Tori looked at the fire.  “I’m going to need some help with my next one.”  We all knew she was growing incredibly frustrated.  I guess that was the problem with not just inviting couples.  If Charlie and Allison had come, everything would probably be both hunky and dory.

“That was all kind of intense,” Luke noted.  “I think I’m going to have to call it, though.  Long day.”

We knew he was right, and me and Gwen wanted to calm Tori down before this became an incident when we still had a couple days left to go.  Let me just say that… I hate to say it… that Luke walked off in the direction of the campsites, and Tori went inside with Gwen.  She was saying she wanted to go visit the college guys down the beach, but we kept her from that bit of danger.

“Next thing you know,” Scott said, most likely correct, “is that they all come down here to steal our beer and check out our women, and then Danny and Al and me got to get into a fight…”

We put out the fire and headed inside.

There was TV and snacks and beer and Mike’s; Tori finished all four Seagram’s blue things, but there were still a couple pinks and oranges.  But it was a long day, and Scott and I went into our room after a bit.  Al went the long way and climbed in.

“You wanted the story of the middle girl,” he reminded me, though I didn’t need reminding.  We each had a beverage, and Scott and I sat cross-legged on the bed while Al took the big chair.

“So, tell me about the other girl,” I put to him.  “If I was your third, who was number two?  Do I know her?”

I couldn’t see him too well, we didn’t turn on the light, but I imagine he got that far-away look in his eyes.  “The other was a surfer girl who hung around with us.  Same age as me, I’d known her for a couple summers.  It happened right before I moved.  Moved to here.  The first couple times, I had to change schools once, but we were always still close enough that I could see my beach friends.  She was real upset that I was leaving.  Her name was Thetis.  I don’t know if that was her real name, but that’s what she called herself, so that’s what I called her.  That’s what we called her.  She liked reading the Percy Jackson books, so it might be made up, I don’t know.  I think she’d tried to claim me, wanted to get me away from the boys.”

He took a drink.  “So, we did it at her house.  In her bedroom, folks weren’t home.  I don’t know, nothing special, just her bedroom.  We were naked, we fucked twice…  She cried — not from pain, but because I was moving away.”

Al got quiet.  We weren’t sure if he was finished, or if he’d fallen asleep.  But then, suddenly, “The boys… there was Johnny, the boy I liked, he was a year older; there was the boy who was my friend, Chase; and then the twins; the high school boys were hot, but they just kind of tolerated us like pets… and then there was this asshole kid that…”  Al breathed heavy, snorting some anger.  “And… this local guy — some older creep — who kept trying to get me to come stay at his apartment.  I’m like, ‘I’m not homeless, Ace!  Get the fuck away from me!’”

He stopped again for some time.

“But no girls here since I came to town.  A few offers, but I’ve been getting what I really like, instead.  I haven’t… I mean, in the three years… I’ve had a couple relationships with nice guys I liked, guys I trusted… a few shorter relationships… and a one-nighter or two, I’ll cop to that.  There was one guy on the Gymnastics team who lasted, a couple guys in Theater…”  I think he realized he was spouting too much information.  “But I’m no slut or doorknob,” he told me.

“Didn’t think you were,” I said.  “Being a girl, I was just curious about the girls.  Thetis, huh?  Did you like her?”

Al swallowed.  “Sure.  She was my friend.  I don’t think I ever would have initiated sex, but she wanted to and I thought it would be nice.  A nice way to say goodbye.  But even then, I knew I could never fall in love with her.”

“When you arrange college out there, you gonna try and find any of them?” Scott asked.  “I’d heard some of this before, but Thetis is new,” Scott told me.

“I’d like to find Johnny — the boy l liked, who took my virginity,” Al smiled.  “And my friend, Chase — Benji actually looks a little like him.  But who knows where they are.  The twins, they were — I saw on the internet — they did some clothes modeling for B-Wyze, so maybe they’re doing well.”

A little time passed while we sat there.  No one proposed ripping our clothes off and going at it, again.  We were all tired.  Al said good night to us and left through the deck.

Scott and I did get undressed and shared some intimacy in bed, but fell asleep fairly quickly.

End of part three

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