The Off Season
In the distance, I saw Will running towards me. He wore a tight pair of shorts and a pair of Nikes and that was all. He has the typical runner's build, but the toned musculature leans more towards the hunkable rather than the scrawny. I watched his pecs rise and fall as he ran. I could see them bob up and down even from the distance. This was beginning to turn me on. My eyes absorbed those rippling abdominal caressing ribs, and were then held in rapture over the bulging crotch jiggling to the pound of the jog. Every time I saw Will at training, I wanted to strip him on the spot and suck him dry, and now was no exception. The beads of sweat glistening off his blond brow were like pearls to be savoured. Watching those well-developed shoulders, slim wiggling hips, and huge thighs of my best friend as they jogged in the sun was enough to even give a saint a boner. From the vantage of the porch of my little beach house, I had a smorgasbord of remarkable sights. The best thing I ever did was convince Will to come here to train during the off-season. I prefer to use swimming to keep me fit, while Will has always gone for running. Here we could both indulge our passions as well as our passion for each other. Little did I realise that Will would introduce more into our training than I had ever hoped.
Within days of moving into my beach house, I sent an invitation out for my best friend, William, to come and stay with me for the holiday break now that football was over for a while. That it did not take him long to accept my invitation was a good sign. A lot had happened to us both over the last couple of years; we had grown, matured, made new friends, and become much more than what we were as fourteen year old kids back when we had regular circle jerks together. So the invitation was more just than an opportunity to be together again, it was a chance to renew what we had before and maybe a little more and, boy, were we both in for a few surprises. From the moment Will walked through the door I felt a renewal of the spark of friendship that was between us. Within minutes, we were carrying on like the inseparable pair we once were. It was as if neither of us had been away at all.
We passed the rest of that day talking about old times, reliving our past, and stopping for an occasional meal only when our stomachs growled for attention. Soon Will was feeling the effects of his trip down here, so we decided to hit the sack. My humble home here just had the one bedroom, but it had a double and single bed so William did not mind in the least. "Dan, the days when we shared the one bed when I stayed over at your place were among my fondest memories," he said. They were mine, too, but not for the same reasons, I thought. It shows you how wrong you can be, for that night I found out that they were. I heard the muffled sounds and then steady creaking of the bed that Will slept in and I knew he was pounding his pud. Naturally I had to turn the light on to make sure. Sure enough Will was spread out on the bed choking his monkey. It was seven inches of thick prime beef waiting to be chewed. My own six inches, while not as thick as Will's, led the way and we were soon at it, sucking, fucking, and spurting, just like old times.
After that night of love-making, a day of sun and surf was always capped off by a nice long, hot session with William each night, and sometimes several sessions depending on our stamina and endurance. One night, after another hard workout session on Will's dick, as I rested in his arms, I told him about the fantasies I had with the joggers on the beach.
"And you've never done anything more than just perve on these guys?"
"Hell, no! Look how long it took us to get together. I would not have the nerve to even suggest it to a stranger, let alone do anything with them."
"Do you want to?"
"Not with you here."
"But you'll need something to tie you over when I leave, won't you?"
"Sure, I suppose."
"You just leave it to your kissing mate."
The following night Will went out on the porch while I cleaned up the place like we agreed. Within minutes, a jogger was in his sights. This one passed by earlier on in the evening and was now walking home after pounding the sand.
"G'day." William called out.
"Evening." replied our jogger.
"Sure is a hot night for a workout." said Will walking over to the guy with his hand extended. "My name's Will."
"Sure is." said the jogger returning Will's handshake, "Mine's Rick. You live here?"
"Yeah, with my mate. Want to come in for a cold one?"
"Don't mind if I do."
When they entered the beach house, I was lying on the couch in my jocks, pretending to be asleep.
"This your mate?" Rick asked, looking me over.
"Yep. Don't mind him. He crashes there all the time. Take a seat. I'll go get the drinks." With my mate out of the room, I could feel this guy's eyes wandering over my body and I became semi-hard. I opened my eyes slightly in time to see the guy staring at my dick and rubbing his own hardened member. The fish had taken the bait. Just then Will came back with the drinks and handed one to Rick.
"You sure this is alright?" asked Rick, indicating me lying on the couch with my growing erection.
"Sure. Horny little devil, isn't he?"
"Wouldn't your mate get upset if he woke up like that with us here?"
"Nah. Nothing wakes him up. You could even jack him off and he wouldn't know about it."
"You're kidding!"
"I never kid. Look, I'll show you."
With that, Will sat down in front of my prone form on the couch and began to fondle my dick. Fingers rubbed up and down lightly over the fabric of my jocks causing my cock to poke out through the top.
"Nice and hard, and hardly a murmur. I'll just get rid of these," said Will pulling off my jocks, " and he'll be coming in no time." Will slid his hands up and down my inner thigh, causing my hardened dick to jump at his touch. Pre-cum was oozing out onto my stomach, making a pool in my belly button. As his fingers closed around my pole and began pumping, I was in ecstasy.
Within seconds of exploding in his hand, Will stopped his pumping and let go of my cock.
"Wanna have a go?" Will asked, turning to Rick.
"I--I don't know."
"Sure you do, judging by the boner you've got there. You've jerked a guy off before, haven't you?"
"Ah ... yeah."
"Ever sucked a guy off?"
"What? No way."
"Well, here's your chance."
"Fuck off, I ain't no queer."
"I didn't ask you to fuck him. I just thought you'd like to broaden your sexual experiences. How often do you get the opportunity to suck a dick and not have to worry about what the guy may say because he's too out to it to notice?"
"Well..."
"Go on, lick that meat." The hardness of the shaft felt good to Rick's tongue as he licked up and down on either side, though he would not admit it. Each time he got close to the head, my cock would quiver and jump like a flexing muscle wanting him to take it all in his mouth. Within seconds Rick lost all inhibitions and was sucking the tube like a pro. My dick was leaking a gallon of juice that dribbled and merged into a pool between us. The opportunity to taste the essence of love became too much for Rick, so after licking up all the preseminal juice that collected between us he took the dickhead in his mouth to chew as it rose up from its resting place on my stomach. As he wrapped his lips around that throbbing pole of flesh, a loud moan escaped from my mouth in unison from the sounds of desire that William uttered watching us and stroking his dick. Rick tempered his passions until he thought I had settled down, and then was about to go back to work on my cock, but it had all become too much for Will who decided to take Willers into his own hands. I tried to appear as though I was still dead to the world but despite my best efforts an occassional moan escaped from my lips as Rick went down on me. Rick had devoured my whole prick and nibbled at its base causing me to open my eyes in ecstatic pain. But it was not Rick who was eating my meat, but Will to looked up at me wickedly. Even as Will was sucking on me, Rick was sucking on Will. He was caught in the throes of passion. He was oblivious to the fact that our moans increased in intensity as the slurping sounds of sucking meat filled the air. He was consumed by the lust to taste cock and the love juice that spurted from it. I moved myself around to take Rick's stiff prick into my own mouth, giving up all pretense of being asleep. I thrust my mouth up and down over that hardened dick taking the thing all the way down my hungry throat. Faster and faster I went, spurred on by my sexual drive; no longer was I worried about Rick, nor he about us. In that instant, all I wanted was to feel his love juice on my tongue and down my throat.
What ensues is a three-way action that had my member bursting at the seams. These guys know how to do it, and they do it every which way. Lots of nice deep-throating throbbing cocks, that were brought to a climax by the caress of silky soft tongues that licked up and down the shaft, and throat muscles that massaged each cock lodged deep inside with its loving embrace. No one was going to let a drop of that cum spill and each of us sucked on our meat like a baby sucks on a bottle when it hasn't been fed for a month. I never knew how enjoyable a casual encounter can be when everyone is having fun; but my mate was showing me all the ropes. We had ourselves a small training group where we were each other's personal trainers by day, and personal sex slaves to get off with by night. We were inseperable for the duration of our stay at the beach house. I couldn't have asked for a better combination. I wanted the off season to last forever.