Our Sons Plan Our Bachelor Party

Our Sons Plan Our Bachelor Party: Chapter 10

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Chapter 10: Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Part 1: Sleepover

"Bro! Are you fuckin' jerking your dick right now?!" Logan said as he turned his head to look at Jake. It was morning and they were both in Jake's bed.

After both of them had fallen asleep in their clothes on the sofa, watching a movie, Eric woke them up when he came in half an hour later at 4:15 AM. Jake had casually suggested that Logan just sleep there even though his room was only at the opposite end of the corridor. Logan was tired and groggy and the idea of just stripping off his clothes and climbing under the covers seemed so much easier at the time, so he did. He didn't want to wake up his father and brother. He texted his dad.

After Jake and Logan left Brandon and Aaron's room the night before, they took the elevator down to the lobby. Jake suggested walking across the street to the Wynn to try gambling there since they'd been banned from the Venetian. Neither of them spoke a word to each other about what had happened in the hotel room. Jake knew Logan would be a little freaked out and would need some time to mentally adjust to the fact that he'd let two guys blow him this evening. His instigating instinct was to spill the beans that the "escort" had been Brandon but he knew that would only cause anger and drama and in this case, that would be counterproductive. That was a reveal for another time. He decided to just leave Logan with his thoughts for a while and try to distract him with normalcy.

Jake acted as if nothing had happened - as if this kind of thing happened every day and as if it was completely no big deal. He wanted Logan to get to a place where he thought it was no big deal as well. It was a tall order in such a short span of time but they were in a place known for decadence so that would aid in speeding up the process.

Logan was trying to act normally, but inside, he was agitated. He kept replaying the events of the evening - the whole weekend, really - in his head. How had he let things get so out of hand?

Those recent memories also sent a wave of horniness through his loins as he replayed them, though. There were three images that played over and over and his mind's eye as they walked through the expansive hotel and over the elaborate elevated walks to cross the street to the Wynn. Getting anywhere in Vegas takes so much longer than it looks. The video in his head kept rewinding to the moment he watched himself in the reflection in the floor to ceiling window in that random hotel room as he face-fucked that hot young blonde god on his knees in the dark. His palms aligned with the palms of his twin in the reflection. He watched himself get expert head from the faceless stud sucking on his cock. It was perfect. He was the dominant, alpha being serviced by the subservient pseudo-pledge.

Then the video switched to the sofa in Brandon's and Aaron's room where he was casually hanging out with his newly-discovered partner in crime. Jake impressed him. Jake was his equal. How had he not seen this earlier? Logan's dick expanded in his dark pants as he pictured sitting next to Jake, smiling at each other as these two hot beta-boy cocksuckers did their work - and their skills were unparalleled. Logan lingered on the realization that he'd been getting a lifetime of substandard blow jobs from the hot women he'd bedded who never needed to hone their own oral skills, as they rested on the laurels of their model-esque beauty.

His mental video rewound even further to the spa where he watched his Uncle Will's boyfriend, Matt, spring a boner under the sheet on the massage table at just the sight of his own naked body. He loved that power. He had to finger a girl to know if she was wet and aroused by his body. He loved that with guys, there was no way to hide that arousal. It was overtly on display. It was immediate and raw.

Logan was now rock hard. His untucked shirt hid that as they walked but walking made him acutely aware of it. The thought that someone might notice his erection made him even hornier. As all of this mental exercise agitated him, Jake's calmness soothed him. Jake was his new best bud - worthy of admiration and he rarely felt that emotion. Jake acted as if he didn't give a single shit what anyone thought of him. He did what he wanted - what gave him pleasure without a thought for how that would be perceived. Jake had been horny. He'd gone to where he could get instant and quality gratification. He'd dropped trou, let Brandon service him as he enjoyed a beer - and then pulled up his pants and was on his way to the next thing that excited him. It was a beautiful way to move through life. Logan was impressed.

Unfortunately, alpha coolness doesn't translate to casino success. Some things are still random and unpredictable. They quickly lost the remainder of their gambling funds and decided to go back and chill out with another beer and some Jason Stathum action movie bad-assery. Eric entered their room just as Jason was jumping off a bridge onto the top of a speeding train on the screen and chuckled to himself when he saw both Jake and Logan snoring with their heads tilted up on the back of the sofa.

"What?! I'm just scratching my balls." Jake said smirking, as he responded to Logan's complaint and continued to rhythmically "scratch" under the comforter.

"Bro! Seriously! You're fucking spankin' it. I'm literally right next to you!" Logan said.

"I got morning wood." Jake said. "What do you expect me to do? Like you don't!" He reached his left hand over under the covers and briefly cupped his palm over the crotch of Logan's boxers. "See! I told you. Fucker. You're hard as a post. Don't give me shit."

"Dude! Get your fucking hand off my dick!! I'm not fucking giving you shit for having morning wood. I'm giving you shit for trying to crank one out right next to me!!" Logan said, sliding over to the edge of the king-sized bed, still under the covers. He likely would have exited the bed if he hadn't wanted to avoid standing there in the open with a boner in his shorts right next to Eric in the bed a couple of feet away.

"Dudes! Shut the fuck up! What time is it? Whatever the fuck it is, it's NOT time to get up yet. We've had like, four hours of sleep!" Eric said rolling over to face them from the other bed.

"But he's fucking beating off next to me!!" Logan said.

"Don't feel special. He does it every morning." Eric said.

"With another dude right next to him?!" Logan said, exasperated.

"Yeah. Doesn't matter. It's morning. It's like clockwork. Just ignore him if you don't wanna join in. He doesn't take that long." Eric said laughing, giving Jake shit.

"Fuck you!" Jake said. "Just because I can't edge as long as you. You hold the fucking record."

"Shut the fuck up." Eric said, laughing. "It makes it way better. Way better nut. You're too fucking impatient." They both laughed, sort of enjoying playing their intimate history up in front of Logan like it was a private joke.

"Wait...what the fuck?" Logan said.

"What?" Jake said, still casually pumping his fist up and down under the covers.

"You guys sound like...like this is...normal." Logan said.

"Bro, we've been having sleepovers since we were like twelve." Jake said. "And then we lived in the same room...in fucking bunk beds. We're brothers...or about to be." He paused to stroke a few more times. "You have a brother. You know what it's like."

"Tristan and I aren't the same age. And we never shared a room." Logan said. "By the time he was...doing this shit, I was out of the house."

"Well, I am unfortunately VERY familiar with Jake's morning routine." Eric said, laughing again.

"ME?!?" Jake said. "You're the one who woke me up whacking off every morning, every weekend in our family room in seventh grade." He stopped stroking to looked directly at Logan. "E's the one who taught me how to do it. He was a full two years ahead of me."

"I created a fucking monster." Eric said to Logan as he rolled onto his back, shaking his head.

"You got wood right now too. Don't lie, Fucker." Jake said.

"So what if I do?" Eric said, laughing again. "I feel like a have a boner more than I don't." He bent his knees and spread his legs under the covers and reached down to grip his stiff shaft and play with his big balls.

"See." Jake said as if only talking to Logan. "He's just "scratching" too."

"What can I say?" Eric said. "I have itchy balls." They all three laughed. Logan finally reached down and gripped his hard cock as well. He'd been lying there with a rock-hard boner listening to their best-friend banter, feeling jealous he didn't have a buddy with whom he shared these pubescent memories and casual comfort. There'd always been too much competitive posturing among his group of buddies to ever be vulnerable enough to share such innocent intimacies as he was marking these milestones. He'd heard of masturbation back then but had essentially figured out the mechanics on his own when those early urges had made constant self-pleasuring a necessity.

"Did you impart the joys of jerking off to Tristan?" Eric asked.

Logan thought about it for a few seconds. "Well, technically yes. He came to me and asked about it once when he was about thirteen, I guess. I was in college already and, admittedly, didn't have much time for him. I did tell him the basics. Told him it was awesome. Told him how to do it. Told him he shouldn't feel bad about it - that everyone does it - even Dad. But I stopped short of actually giving a demonstration."

"Wait, your Dad?" Eric asked. "What do you mean? Did you, like...catch him?"

"Yup." Logan said and didn't offer any elaboration.

"Details, Bro." Eric said, smirking.

"Little pervs." Logan said, smirking as well. "Fine. It was no big deal. He was-"

"I bet it was a BIG DEAL." Jake said, laughing.

"Jesus, what are you? Twelve?" Logan said, shaking his head.

"Well, was it?" Jake asked, unable to stop himself from getting the intel on his uncle's endowment.

"Seriously, you're fucking pervs." Logan said.

"Hey, I had nothing to do with that. I don't give a shit how big your dad's dick is." Eric said. "But seriously...was it?" He added and all three of them laughed hard.

"Jesus. Whatever." Logan said. He looked annoyed but then smiled. "Let's just say, my Mom's got nothing to complain about." Eric and Jake hooted and howled.

"I could tell that when he got boned up with that stripper on his lap at the Rhino Friday night." Jake said.

"Yeah, she could too!" Eric said and the three of them laughed even more.

"So?" Jake said, not letting the story go.

"So, I walked in on Dad in his workshop in the back of the garage." Logan said. Jake and Eric looked at him as if waiting for a punchline. "He had his jeans down about mid-thigh, and he was going at it to some old-school magazine like it was the 1970's or something."

"No shit?!" Eric said, forgetting there was a time before porn on your phone was the norm. "Like a playboy?"

"Oh, way fucking worse than a playboy. I found it later. He had a stack of 'em hidden behind his band saw. Hustler mostly. Sleazy fucking shit. I don't know why they complain about the internet. That shit was nasty. Like amateur shit that guys used to send in of their skanky-ass wives or girlfriends. Giant hairy bushes and sloppy, loose cunt lips everywhere. So fucking rank, man."

"The options were slim back then I think." Eric said.

"You know he and my dad used to circle jerk with each other on that island in the middle of the lake." Jake said.

"Wait, WHAT?!" Logan said.

"Truth." Jake said. "They'd sneak out there in the canoe and go off in the woods and do it." He paused to take in the shocked look on Logan's face. "I don't blame 'em. Perfect, private spot for it. It's not like you could last out there camping for more than a day without needing to crank out a load - out of sheer boredom if not just horniness."

"I hate camping." Eric said, looking up at the ceiling and also slowly moving his hand up and down under the covers.

"How'd you find that out?" Logan said, skeptically.

"Tristan told me. A long time ago. My dad would never have told me that in a million years. He was so fucking uptight...until he met Matt. I assumed you knew. He didn't tell you?" Jake said.

"Fuck, no! The little shit! How could he not tell me?" Logan said, obviously annoyed, but still processing this new information. He pictured his dad and his Uncle Will in high school. He'd seen photos. They were handsome back then too. The mental image made blood surge to his already stiff prick.

"He was probably embarrassed. He said your dad caught him jacking off with a buddy that used to go camping there with you. Your dad told them it was no big deal. Boys do that at their age. Then he admitted that he and my dad used do it. Tris said, Uncle Jeff told them they used squirt their loads on the fire and listen to the sizzle. I could not fucking picture my dad doing that." That was, until he witnessed it himself.

"Wow." Logan added, shaking his head in disbelief. If his dad used to do it must be pretty normal, he thought. He suddenly regretted not ever having that experience in his youth even more. Even Tristan did it with a buddy. He remembered that kid - Mason. He was nerdy and quiet but a cute kid. Then he pictured doing it with Tristan, but that just seemed weird. Tristan seemed like such a little kid when he'd asked about. Logan then pictured doing it with his buddies. They were all jocks. He'd always been curious about how everyone else got off back then. It would have been fun. "So did you jerk off in the woods when we used to go camping?"

"Fuck. Of course. Didn't you?" Jake said.

"Yeah." Logan admitted, smirking. "So much!" He added and they laughed again. "It was just so fucking boring out there sometimes."

"You might have told him about it, but I'm the one that showed Tristan how to do it that summer he was thirteen. Gotta pay it forward. We used to, 'go out to look for firewood' and be gone a while." Jake said, laughing. "That's when Tristan told me about what Uncle Jeff said. It was the summer after that."

"Wow." Logan said again. "How come you didn't ever suggest we head out into the woods together?" He asked Jake.

"Um...you were always way too cool for school. You were older and cool. You didn't really hang out with us. You thought we were kids. It's not like I was just gonna whisperer under my breath eating dinner around the campfire, 'hey, Log' - did ya wanna go beat off together?" Jake said, as a small dig at how dismissive Logan had been as the eldest cousin.

"Fair point." Logan acknowledged. It was contrite without being actually apologetic. "So, did you jerk off together when you went camping there last year? Who was all there? Were you there?" Logan asked Eric.

"Nope." Eric said. "And it was two years ago - at least - I can't remember why I couldn't go, but it might have had something to do with the fact that I HATE camping." He laughed. Logan and Jake laughed too. "Aaron went instead."

"So you definitely jerked off together." Logan said. He wanted to ask if Aaron had given him a blow job too but didn't know what Eric knew so left it at that.

"Obviously." Jake said. Suddenly Eric was interested. He'd never heard anything about that weekend camping trip and hadn't really cared.

"What about Dad and Will?" Eric asked.

"What about 'em?" Jake said.

"Did they jerk off?" Eric asked and then realized how stupid that sounded.

"Um...they did a lot more than jerk off." Jake said, laughing.

"No, I mean, did they join in with you and Aaron? Or did you just go off in the woods?" Eric asked. Jake smiled to himself. Eric was so naive. If he knew what went down that weekend, he'd be shocked. Shocked wasn't even a strong enough word. He'd be dumbfounded. He'd also be pissed off, so he needed to be kept in the bliss of ignorance. Jake couldn't help stirring the pot a little though.

"One night we all jerked off around the campfire." Jake said. "We drank whiskey. It was fun." It was the truth, just not anywhere near the whole truth.

"No shit?!" Eric said. That actually did sound fun to him.

"How do you know they did more?" Logan asked, suddenly picturing his Uncle Will and Matt together. Matt sort of gave him the creeps, especially after the massage thing yesterday, but he had to admit there was also something compelling about Matt too. He always made Logan want to stare at him. He seemed cool - in a completely different way than any of the guys he ever hung out with. He looked like he should be in a band - the black tee shirts, the tats, the shit around his wrists, the long hair. He obviously had his own style and didn't give a fuck what anyone else thought. Logan actively tried to ignore him for fear that he'd stare way too long.

"Bro, they're a couple. Of course they're gonna do more." Jake said. "Plus, they were in a tent with nothing but a canvas wall between them and the world. And they're loud fuckers. Literally."

"Dude. Stop. Please." Eric said.

"You lived with 'em. You know what I'm talking about." Jake said.

"I know. Don't remind me." Eric said. The other two guys laughed. "Seriously. Why do they have to be so loud?"

"Like you and Meghan weren't loud." Jake said.

"Yeah. She WAS loud." Eric said, smiling at the memory of his first girlfriend. "I was quiet though."

"Damn." Logan said, picturing Will and Matt together. It sounded like he was responding to Eric though. He squeezed his stiff rod under the covers.

"What about you?" Eric asked Logan.

"Huh?" Logan said, not following.

"Are you loud when you fuck?" Eric asked again.

"I don't know." Logan said. "Never had any noise complaints." He smirked. "I'm pretty much in-the- moment when I'm about to nut. So, no idea."

"So, what did he do?" Jake asked.

"Who?" Logan asked, forgetting the original question.

"Uncle Jeff. When you caught him." Jake said.

"Oh - Dad. Not much actually. He didn't seem phased. I was like, 15 or 16 so clearly in the range where I didn't need anything explained to me. He knew, I knew, what was up." Logan said and then smirked at his own 'up' pun.

"So...what? He just kept strokin'?" Eric asked, now invested in the scenario as well.

"No, he stopped but he didn't like, you know - put it away. We locked eyes and I just froze. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, you know? Like who even pictures their dad, spankin' it. Never even crossed my mind." Logan said. Jake noticed his right arm was now under the covers and moving slightly around his crotch. It wasn't full-on stroking, but Logan was definitely copping some feels as he remembered.

"So what happened?" Eric asked again.

"He said, and I'll never forget this - he goes, "should I sell you a ticket for the show? The matinee's almost over." Logan said. He was smirking. He thought his father was both clever and so confident that he didn't care. He wasn't embarrassed at all. It was a bonding moment between men. It had stuck with him.

"What'd you say?" Eric asked.

"I said, 'I don't need a ticket. I know how this story ends.' And I turned around and walked away. I know I was blushing and sweating though." Logan said.

Now it was Jake's turn to be hit with admiration. Cool and clever - even in the face of stress. That's why Jake had always idolized him.

"Eric's caught Matt too many times to count." Jake said. That made him picture the couple of times he'd also caught Matt in the act since he'd moved in with them when his father had decided to cohabitate when his parents split. Matt seemed anxious about it - far more so than when Eric caught him. He thought that made sense. Matt still didn't seem embarrassed though - not embarrassed about the act itself or being exposed. He and Matt had that in common. They both loved masturbation and weren't at all ashamed about it. Matt's embarrassment seemed more about it seeming inconsiderate or impolite. That's where they differed. Jake had little concern for other's comfort or judgment.

"No shit?" Logan said. "Like how often? Like, a lot?"

Eric shrugged. "More times than I can count on two hands."

"Or your hands AND feet." Jake added.

"Have you caught him too?" Logan asked. He looked a little disgusted. He thought Matt was a perv.

"Yup." Jake said. He was suddenly unwilling to throw Matt under the bus so didn't elaborate. He perceived Logan's judgment and didn't approve. "I wouldn't call it, 'catching' though. We just have a pretty open attitude about it around the house."

"Exactly!" Eric reiterated. "We just didn't care. We knew we both did it. We're guys. We get horny. We can't help it. Why hide it, you know? It's just something we have to do - have to take care of. It's like brushing your teeth."

"It is definitely nothing like brushing your teeth!" Logan said and all three of them laughed hard again.

"Can you imagine if you had an orgasm every time you brushed your teeth?" Jake said.

"There'd be no need for dentists." Eric said and they all laughed again.

"So, speaking of things we just have to take care of..." Jake said. He kicked the comforter off down to his feet. His boxer briefs were already tucked down under his nut sac. He pulled them off and tossed them over the railing, down into the living room, and then started openly stroking his curved erection.

"Just like brushing your teeth in the morning." Eric said and he also kicked his comforter off and also pulled his briefs down to his ankles where he kicked them off the end of the bed. He slapped his boner against his fuzzy abs a couple of times and started stroking as well. He wouldn't admit it, but he liked jerking off with a buddy as well. He knew they were shocking Logan and part of him liked the exhibitionism.

"Damn, you're a hairy fucker." Logan said looking over at Eric, now completely exposed. Logan couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a full, natural bush on a guy in the gym locker room. He stared back and forth between Eric and Jake on either side of him. He was horny and they'd all just essentially justified the need for getting off together as if it was just an integral part of any normal guy's self-care routine. He kicked the portion of the comforter that was still covering him to the waist and raised his knees up to pull off his boxer briefs as well. He played with his head a little, still watching these two best friends. They were both normal guys. They were both cool guys. There was nothing wrong with this. His fantasies of getting off with his law school buddies in the study lounge was just normal guy shit - something everybody just needs to take care of.

He was ignoring the part of his fantasy where he grabs his buddy by the hair while he's on his knees on the floor under the conference table and force feeds him his cock. He also ignored the part where he holds his buddy's head down on his boner as he unloads down his throat. He could compartmentalize that for now. He liked feeling relatively normal again after the events of the last twelve hours.

"This is a good time." Logan said after they'd been just lying in bed naked, jacking off together for a few minutes.

"Of course it's a good time." Jake said. "Why wouldn't it be? Beats the piss out of doing it alone."

"I guess that makes sense." Logan said. "I don't really think about being alone when I'm watching porn though."

"That's totally true." Eric said. "I can totally picture myself right there with 'em in the scenes."

"Have you done the VR stuff?" Logan asked.

"Virtual Reality?" Eric said. "No. Don't have the headset. Don't even know how to go about that. I'm not much of a gamer. That was Aaron and Jake's thing. Looks awesome though. Have you?"

"Yeah! A buddy at law school had some really sweet goggles. It's like you're right there fucking her. She's moaning in your ears on the headset. It's unreal." Logan said and he started stroking faster. "You pair that with a flashlight full of lube and you barely need a real pussy. Plus, no drama, no expensive dinners, no fucking yapping all the time."

"That's bullshit!" Jake said. "Can't be better than real pussy."

Eric glanced over at Jake, but he was avoiding eye contact. Eric smirked. Jake had basically been making that same argument all through high school. Now he was suddenly a sommelier of snatch.

"Well, it's good enough to get you through the dry spells." Logan said.

"You have dry spells?" Eric said.

"Finals. Shit like that. When you're too busy to go out hunting." Logan said. That made Eric even more happy to be in a relationship. He never thought about that anymore now that he had Lana. He hardly ever had.

"Glad I have Lana." Eric said.

"She's a fucking smoke show, Dude. Jake showed me pics on Instagram. You're a lucky fucker. Is she a bitch though?" Logan asked, not realizing that could be taken as incredibly rude. In his experience, women were cool until they weren't. It was just a matter of time.

Eric was about to say, 'thank you' for the compliment on Lana's hotness - not that he was responsible for it, but it was intended to compliment Eric as well - like Eric must be a stud to have snagged a babe like Lana. Eric scowled instead at the implication that Lana was a bitch. The truth was that she could be a bitch - but never to him. They expected the best from each other and respected each other enough to make the effort to treat each other well. He decided he simply had a better attitude about relationships than Logan and it would continue to be his loss until he realized it was up to him. It was an easy realization to achieve since it was essentially the same one he'd reached with Jake. The cousins were a lot alike. They both had a sense of entitlement that was sometimes dangerously close to exceeding their charm.

"I think I'm gonna call Lana." Eric said, suddenly wanting to get off with her even if it was just over the phone.

"That sounds hot!" Jake said. "Put her on speaker. She can help get us all off."

Eric shot him an annoyed look. Given their history with how Jake has talked about Lana, Jake was wading into dangerous waters. He was horny though.

"Bro, we're gonna FaceTime. You're not watching my girlfriend naked and fingering herself." Eric said.

"Please." Jake said, smirking and giving Eric an exaggerated pouty face. Eric laughed.

"Fuck off." Eric said. "C'mon. I wanna see her naked right now. I need this."

"Go to the bathroom, then." Jake said.

"I'm not going to the bathroom for this shit." Eric said. "Besides, you guys would just be standing outside the door, beatin' your meat, listening."

"That's fuckin' gross." Logan said, but the thought of standing next to Jake, jerking off together was making his cock leak. He absentmindedly swirled the new lube around his cock head with his thumb. He closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure and the image.

"You guys should go down to the gym. I need some privacy." Eric said.

"Fuck off!" Jake said. "Who made you king of the room?! We have just as much right to a morning JO as you!"

"This isn't even his room." Eric said, referring to Logan as if he wasn't there. "And you'll jack off anywhere." He paused but continued to stroke his hairy cock straight up st the ceiling.

"Just let us stay til she takes her top off." Jake joked, lifting his ass off the mattress as he stroked.

"Absolutely not!" Eric said, laughing. "C'mon, Jay. Let me have a little private time before Lana has to go to work. she'll just be waking up now. It'll be perfect."

"Dude! You're gonna be home by tonight and can have her pussy for real! What the fuck do you need to kick us out for now?" Jake said, annoyed that their little circle jerk session was being thwarted, but also just annoyed because he was getting close and wanted to just bust all over his chest in front of them.

"We can just go to the gym, Jake." Logan said. "It's not like we're going back to sleep now. Maybe a workout will help take this edge off."

"Maybe just busting my nut will take the fucking edge off!" Jake said, obviously irritated.

"C'mon, Cuz. let's let him have his fun. We don't want to be cock blockers. That's not cool." Logan said, obviously sympathetic to Eric's situation.

"What's not cool, is kicking your fucking roommates out just to smash. It's not even real sex. It's fucking phone sex!"

"Dude, kicking your roommates out to have sex is the only acceptable reason to kick them out." Logan countered. "You better learn that if you're going to real college this fall. First rule of the frat house is do whatever it takes to get your brothers laid."

Jake thought about that for minute and realized he'd let his own desires get in the way. "You make a compelling argument for the gym, counselor." He hopped out of bed and walked down into the living room with his boner bouncing around to locate his underwear. He pulled them on and reached inside to adjust his stiff cock off to the side. "Your lawyer has spoken, E-Man. Lube that fucker up and speed dial your woman. We're leaving you to let her tell you about her wet pussy. We didn't want to watch your hairy ass pumping up and down while you fuck your pillow anyway."

"Exactly." Logan laughed. He reached down to grab his boxer briefs from the floor next to the bed and he reversed his earlier motion by bringing his knees up to his chest to get his feet through the leg holes while still lying on his back. Jake couldn't help but stare at his cousin's pale ass as he did. Logan's ass had a dusting of black hair swirling around toward the dense line of fur covering his taint. His shaved balls were hanging through between his thighs. His pink pucker was barely visible through all the dark fuzz. He felt precum drip into his boxer briefs and turned to search for his shorts.

"Here. You can wear these." Jake said, tossing a pair of swim trunks and a tee shirt at Logan. "That way you won't have to wake up your room to get your own."

"Good plan. Thanks, Jay." Logan said and put on Jake's clothes. Jake noticed that Logan called him, 'Jay' like Eric always does. It was a subtle change, but Jake felt like he and the cousin he'd always idolized were finally bonded like he'd always wanted them to be.

"Have fun, E." Jake said. "We know how long you can edge, so we'll give you a minute."

Logan just gave Eric a salute and they left him to his fun.

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"I don't know about you, but I have no interest in working out right now after like, three hours of sleep." Jake said once they got into the spa. "I just wanna sit in the sauna or steam room or something."

"Thank god. Same." Logan said, laughing. "I was just trying to figure out how I could ditch you and go do some laps in the pool or something relaxing. I'd suggest the hot tub but I might fall back to sleep and drown." They both laughed.

"I'm still horny as fuck though, too." Jake said. "I'm gonna be a minute in the shower, if you know what I mean." He elbowed Logan in the ribs as they walked through the locker room. Jake stepped into one of the many alcoves and picked an empty locker. Logan took the one next to him. They were already dressed to work out, they just needed a place to put their room keys and wallets.

Jake stared into the nearly empty locker and just started pulling his shirt off over his head.

"What are you doing?" Logan asked. "Are you really just going straight to the shower?" The idea was sort of titillating. Logan had jerked off in the showers at the gym before - he assumed every guy had at some point. Even if it wasn't part of the regular routine, every guy has seen something in the gym that made them horny enough after a workout to crank one out behind the curtain now and then. The idea of doing that when he knew Jake was doing it too was arousing. He felt blood rush to his groin. He tried to think of something that would alleviate his libido. He tried to picture his grandmother naked. That always worked. It wasn't this time. He sat down on the bench.

"No. We need to give E more time. Let's just go relax in the steam room. Or back and forth between the steam and the sauna. That'll feel good." Jake said.

"Sounds good." Logan said and bent forward to untie his sneakers. Jake pulled off his shorts and underwear and was standing with his semi-hard dick right at Logan's eye level. Logan tried not to stare but it was right there in front of him. Jake's balls were hanging loose and low and were shaved completely hairless. "Is that a fucking lightning bolt?!"

"Yeah. Long story." Jake said. "I've had it since high school. Well, off and on. It takes maintenance." Logan was speechless which was rare. He wondered how he hadn't noticed that as they sat next to each other getting blow jobs the night before. He had intentionally tried hard not to stare though even though the scene made him increasingly horny. Brandon's head must have been in the way most of the time. He'd never seen such a thing. He thought it was cool. He suddenly wanted to shave a lightning bolt into his own dense black pubes.

"How did-?" Logan started but wasn't sure what exactly to ask. Every question seemed ridiculous. "What prompted-? Who-?" He eventually stopped altogether. "It's cool."

Jake was tempted to tell Logan that Matt had been the one to do the original incarnation but knew that would only make Matt sound more pervy to Logan and Jake didn't want to make that worse. Watching Matt get boned up shaving his pubes and then busting his nut on Matt's face afterwards was a memory Jake returned to often during his jerk off sessions. "Thanks. The ladies love it. It's definitely a conversation starter." The truth was that he'd only been with three girls since he'd gotten it in high school, but two of those told everyone at school. It made him just that much cooler back in the day. He wondered if the same thing would happen in college. That was the whole reason he'd kept it up. All it would take was one sorority girl to spread the word and it would seem like he was a player.

Jake looked down at Logan's dark pubes and tried to picture what would look cool shaved into the dense fur. "Your pubes are nice and wide, Bro. You could really put something cool above your shaft."

Logan looked at Jake and noticed he was staring down at his crotch, obviously assessing his pubes. Instead of being shocked or annoyed at a guy looking at his junk, he was again impressed that Jake just didn't give a fuck what anyone thought. They were talking about shaved pubes, and he was looking at Logan's junk more as a clinical examination of the grooming possibilities and not because it was titillating. What Logan didn't realize was that for Jake, it was also titillating. Fortunately for Jake, he had a mastery of control over his arousal. If it had been Aaron staring at Logan's junk, he would have been unable to control the speed at which he developed an impressive erection. Even through Jake's control, the sight of his hot cousin's amazing body and his already horny state, made blood flow quickly to his long prick and it started to rise. Jake quickly sat down too and bent forward to cover his crotch as he also removed his trainers.

Logan stood and covered himself tightly with his crisp white towel, but not before Jake noticed he was also at half-mast. Jake grabbed his towel while still sitting and held it in front of his junk as he stood. He turned away from Logan and knotted his towel in front to hide his erection. "Let's go." Jake said, nodding toward the back corridor of the locker room that led to the amenities.

"Sauna or Steam?" Logan asked.

"Which ever one we get to first."

They encountered the sauna first. The door was solid wood without the little window that was common. They pulled the door open and felt the rush of dry heat escape. It gave them both goose bumps when the cold air of the corridor returned. They both entered and sat on the upper bench next to each other.

The room was the typical sauna layout: a large "U" shaped perimeter of double-tiered wooden benches with a large rectangular box of rocks in the center that partially obscured the view of the bench opposite the door. It was large as saunas go but fitting for the size hotel it serviced. Sunday morning was a very slow time in the spa. Most guests had either been up most of the night and were still asleep or were packing to head home after a long, party weekend. Few guests were looking for a workout. Only those whose roommates were trying to get off over the phone with their girlfriends.

There were two older gentlemen sitting together on the upper side bench. The room was big enough that ignoring them wasn't awkward.

"This feels awesome." Jake said as he spread his legs and stretched out his arms on the ledge behind him, putting one arm behind Logan. His forearm was touching Logan's back. Logan slid down slightly and spread his legs apart as well so that their knees were only an inch apart. They were both cognizant of not making that contact.

"It does. This is it exactly what I needed." Logan said.

"Well this feels awesome, but THIS is EXACTLY what I need right now. Am I right?" Jake said as he held his hand up over his groin, palm down, and slowly moved it up and down as if he were holding someone's head as they bobbed up and down on his dick to give him head. It was the first time he made any reference to what had happened last night. It was a calculated move. Enough time had passed that it almost would have seemed odd not to mention it, and he said it as though it didn't matter who it was. He just wanted to be serviced.

Logan looked a little shocked at first but quickly switched into frat boy mode. "Fuck yeah, Cuz. Some honey bobbing on the knob right now would be like the icing on the cake."

"She'd be getting the icing on her face." Jake said, and they both smirked and chuckled and Logan mimicked Jake's pantomime and the two of them thrust their junk up into the imaginary faceless fellators.

"Bro. I'm not gonna lie. I'm still fucking hard from the room - from waking up. Like, it's never gone completely down." Jake said. "I can't believe he made us leave like this."

Logan laughed. "I know, right? Same. It was our bro duty though." Jake turned and smiled.

"Taking one for the team." Jake said. He reached inside, under his towel between the gap in the front under the knot and gave himself a couple of tugs.

"Dude! What the fuck?!" Logan whisper-yelled. He nodded toward the two older men on the side as if Jake had forgotten they weren't alone.

"Fuck them. They wish their limp dicks worked so they could still beat off in the sauna." Jake joked. Logan smirked.

They sat in silence for a few minutes relaxing. Jake's spread his legs further apart, occasionally bumping Logan's knee but still careful not to leave them touching for too long. His towel now had a wide gap, and he was periodically playing with his sweaty balls and giving himself some tugs. Logan had been less obvious but was making frequent 'adjustments' to his junk and was now no longer hiding the tent under his towel.

Jake reached up to pull the chain that doused the rocks with water and made the room even a little hotter. That did its job and prompted the two older men to stand up and leave.

"Finally!" Jake said as he tore open the knot in his towel, letting the ends fall to each side of his hips and exposing his stiff seven-inch prick. He pushed his thumb under the top of his curved shaft, pointing his boner toward the rocks. Then he wrapped his fist around it and started stroking.

"Dude!! What the fuck?!" Logan said. "We're in fuckin' public."

"Fuck that: this ain't public, Bro." Jake said. "You know how many times I've beat off in the gym sauna? Or walked in on someone else doing it?"

"Um...more than once?" Logan said, too shocked to be exasperated.

"Countless." Jake said. "Seriously, you've never done this?"

"Fuck, NO!" Logan said, although if he was being honest, he had interrupted the act a couple of times, and it had made him fantasize about doing it every time since. There was a big difference between fantasy and actually doing it though.

"Try it!" Jake said. "We're alone. We're boner up - obviously horny as fuck. We had to stop in the middle of our little circle jerk session up in the room, for fuck's sake. The door is loud and doesn't even have one of those little windows. We're golden in here. Plus, this sweat makes good lube." He added and then stroked faster to illustrate the snacking sound of his slick manhood. "C'mon. You know you want to. You can re-live that awesome head we got last night."

That mental image made Logan both a little queasy and a little harder. He felt precum drip from his piss slit and instinctively groped his cock head in the towel to wipe it off. He looked around as if he somehow missed someone else lurking on the benches, and then opened his towel. His stiff cock sprung up from his thigh and pointed straight up at the ceiling.

"Damn, Dude!" Jake said openly staring at it as he stroked. "I didn't really get a good look at you. You got a nice fuckin' dick. No wonder you can get so much pussy. Word's probably gotten around."

Logan was sucker for flattery in the same way, Jake was. He couldn't help but beam at the suggestion that his cock had a reputation. He grabbed his shaft and started jacking off for real. "Thanks, Cuz. I appreciate the vote of confidence. This does feel sooo good. I was ready to nut in the room."

"Same!" Jake said. "This isn't gonna take that long for me." Jake held his left hand, palm down, a few seconds inches over his swollen, red cock head again as if someone were blowing him. Logan matched his moves and they both laughed as they thrust up off the bench.

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Part 2: More Sampson

I heard laughter behind the sauna door when I approached. I hadn't really wanted to work out. I just wanted to go somewhere else to relax. I wanted to clear my head after what had just happened, but the very recent memories of sucking Jeff's cock were far too fresh to ignore. It wasn't just the memory. I could literally still taste his cum in my mouth. Maybe some dry heat would help. I pulled the door open and stood in the open doorway, completely frozen in surprise at seeing Jake and Logan sitting on the bench opposite the door. The room was hazy and the rock pile partially obscured my view of them. They were both bent forward, resting their elbows on their knees.

Jake smiled when he saw me and sat straight up and put his arms out along the back ledge behind him. His blonde armpit hair was dark and matted with sweat. It was then that I unnoticed he was completely naked and had a boner sticking straight up against his abs. His balls were loose and glossy, resting on the white towel beneath him.

"Shut the fucking door!" Jake yelled. "You're letting all the heat out!"

Logan's head had been hanging down. He looked up. "What the-?"

"C'mon in Matt. Have a seat." Jake said, making no effort to cover up. I couldn't take my eyes off his boner. I moved around the large metal box of rocks and stood on the wooden slats that created a narrow aisle between the rock and lower bench.

I was wrapped in a towel but had already sprung some wood at the sight of Jake's exposed erection. I tried not to look, but it was impossible, and he knew it. Logan was avoiding eye contact all together as if I wasn't even in the room. What a total asshole. And what was Jake doing sitting next to him with a boner?

Then I recognized the posture. I'd adopted it many times: bent way over in the sauna to hide the fact that you had wood. I noticed his towel was only covering him from one side. Another classic move. They had both been buck naked in here until I'd opened the door. They were both hard and probably jerking off in here. I wasn't that surprised. Jake loved some mutual masturbation and could be very persuasive. This level of persuasiveness was impressive though. Logan seemed like literally the last guy on this trip that I thought would succumb to Jake's locker room antics. Logan was walking toxic masculinity.

I'd forgotten that they were cousins though. I was reminded of Will's stories about jerking off with Jeff when they were camping as teenagers. Maybe this was a familial thing. Maybe Logan and Jake had circle jerked back when they were kids. Maybe Logan was the one who taught him how. I'd always assumed that had been Eric since I knew how early Eric hit puberty. Maybe this was something Jake and Logan did when they got together. Maybe his assholery toward me now was just irritation at being interrupted. No one likes being interrupted in the middle of a session. I wonder if I should just leave.

"What brings you down to the spa?" Jake asked. "I thought maybe you'd still be in handcuffs on your knees."

That made me laugh. I know Jake was being snarky, but it reminded me of how much had happened since I'd last seen Jake - since the fake police officer strippers had left the building.

"We were able to talk our way out of that arrest with just a warning." I said. I heard Logan chuckle.

"I doubt it was anything you said, but I'm sure your mouth was involved somehow." Jake said, smiling at me at his own cleverness. He didn't learn his lesson earlier that he can't embarrass me like he used to - at least not here in sin city.

"Well, one learns to use whatever tools are available to you to get out of sticky situations." I said. Logan turned to look at me. I couldn't read his expression. I tried my best to ignore him, but it was hard to tear my gaze away from his chiseled face, especially covered in five-o-clock shadow and sweat.

"And just how sticky did it get?" Jake asked.

"Pretty sticky. It required some cleanup." I said. This gave Logan a very identifiable expression. He turned up his nose and looked disgusted. I'd taken the metaphor one step too far. It wasn't the first time. Jake seemed unfazed by it though. He grabbed a hold of his boner and was openly stroking right in front of me. My cock surged and was now rock hard, tenting out the front of my towel. Logan was fixated on it. Jake was smirking. I wanted to feel his jizz hit my face again. I needed to keep myself in check. Jake was clearly enjoying teasing me. I couldn't let anything happen - especially not in front of Logan.

"You sound like you worked up an appetite. You need some breakfast?" Jake said. "I got some nice Jimmy Dean here for you." He was pushing his thumb against the base of his stiff rod, making it slap against his abs. I wanted it. It looked just like Will's.

Logan choked and coughed, busting out laughing. I blushed. Jake reached out and grabbed my towel and pulled it off me, leaving me standing there, naked with a rock-hard erection. I was already dripping precum. I was sweating. Logan stared at my cock. "Damn. You and Eric are twins. Those balls. Jesus, they're fucking tanks." My nuts were hanging down loose from the heat, a rare condition for me when aroused.

"Show him what you got." Jake said. He was talking to Logan. I was obviously already showing everything there was to show. Logan did nothing so Jake put his arm against Logan's chest and pushed back, making Logan slowly sit up. His rigid prick slowly came into view until Logan was leaning against the wooden backrest. I'd only gotten a brief look at it in the couples massage room. I stared it, examining every inch of it. He had a sixpack and firm pecs, covered with a dusting of trimmed black fur and a dense, trimmed black bush at the base of his beautiful manhood. He didn't grab it. He just let it stand on it own, twitching with his pulse and swaying slightly as he breathed.

I moaned slightly. I couldn't help it. I felt precum ooze from my piss slit like I was taking a leak in slow motion. I blushed again. It felt like my whole body was blushing.

"Holy shit. That's for you, Bro." Jake said to Logan, referring to the long strand of man juice hanging from my cock. I saw lust in Jake's eyes. He gripped his cock tightly and gave himself a few more pumps.

Logan's face had a strange expression: part anxiety and part pride. He finally gave in to his body's needs and grabbed his own cock and squeezed it. He closed his eyes at the pleasure that provided and slowly started stroking as if he couldn't help it. All of this took place in the span of a few seconds, but this scene felt like time was slowing down.

"I know you want it." Jake said. "It's all good. I want it too." We locked eyes. I wanted to grab my stiff cock so badly.

"I can't." I said. "You're about to be family."

"I think the key words in that sentence are, 'about to be'." He replied. "Also...it's Vegas. It's like it doesn't count here."

"I can't." I said again. More precum streamed out of my cock head. I felt it swinging below me. I looked down at it which made both of them look down at it as well. I finally gained enough composure to sit down. I bent over and put my elbows on my knees just like they had - for the same reason. I felt a desperate need to hide my arousal - as if it not being seen would make it go away.

I was sitting on the lower bench. Jake moved his leg over toward me and brushed the golden blonde hairs on his calf against my side. I felt more juice drool from my piss slit.

"C'mon, Matt." Jake said. "Saying, 'I can't' is also saying, 'I want to. I wish I could'." He paused and nudged me with his leg. "Just do it. No one ever has to know." I wasn't sure if he was just taunting me for the fun of it or if he was just really horny - or both. I was sort of shocked he was doing this in front of Logan. It made me think he was just making fun of me. I assumed Logan would be shocked at the very least and, more likely, disgusted if I showed any real interest in Jake's flirtation.

"Jesus, Jake." I said with my face in my hands. I didn't want to keep looking at them - naked and hot and hard. I could still hear the slick, squelching sounds of their stroking. It was driving me crazy. If I'd had more blood in the big head, I'd have been lucid enough to just leave. The little head was borrowing too much of that blood flow, though. I wasn't thinking clearly.

"I know you want me." Logan said.

I turned to stare at him, shocked that he'd said anything, much less such a bold taunt. I wanted to reply with, 'fuck you, Douchebag', but I didn't want to be that rude. He was still Will's nephew.

"I saw the way you looked at me on the massage table." Logan added. "I saw you get hard looking at me."

"What the fuck?!" I said. "I just came in here to relax. To calm down."

Why did I add that last sentence?

"To calm down?" Jake said. "Did something rile you up?" He paused. "Someone?"

Fuck. I need to just leave.

"It was a crazy night, last night." I said. Jake just stared at me as if there was more to that story, so I felt compelled to keep talking. "I woke up thinking about it. Will wasn't up yet. I wanted to let him sleep."

"So...you woke up horny, thinking about your...activities last night. I can only imagine." Jake said, smirking. I didn't say anything, and he took my silence as confirmation. I guess it WAS confirmation, although this morning's activities were foremost on my mind. They couldn't know about that though.

"Yeah...it got a little out of hand. It's what got me...well, you can see what it's got me." I said, trying to excuse my arousal.

"Oh, we know that fat boner if yours is for us." Jake said. "We know we're hard to resist."

"At least for pervs like you." Logan quickly added. I turned to look at them. They were both sitting with their legs spread wide, openly jacking off. Their bodies glistened with the sheen of perspiration. Sweat was dripping down their chests into their happy trails.

"Would he really do it?" Logan quietly asked Jake as if I wasn't in the room.

"You want another one?" Jake asked.

WHAT? Who gave him his first one? Someone else in the sauna? The steam room? There was no way they'd be this horny again if some random guy in the spa had just blown him - or both of them. I couldn't believe Logan would allow that - even if it was offered. Even if he was really horny and already jerking off with his cousin. What the fuck was going on?

I turned to look at Logan which made him realize what he'd just admitted to. A guilty look flashed across his face and I knew it hadn't been a girl. He wasn't proud of that. He blushed and stopped stroking and looked at the ceiling.

"You can tell he really wants to. He's squirming over there. The testosterone is churning in those big balls of his." Jake said. "He IS a fucking perv. He'll do both of us. I'm sure of it. I'm pushing all my chips in on this bet."

"Jake! I'm sitting right here. You're talking like I'm not even in the room." I said, but then realized that wasn't just for Logan's benefit. It was for mine as well. He was letting me know they were actually up for it - both of them. My cock surged again. Fuck. This is the moment when I should just stand up and walk away. I should act like they're just giving me shit and wave to them on my way out.

I stood up. I grabbed my towel and held it in front of my crotch. I turned to say goodbye to them. I considered how I should cleverly word my exit. I saw them sitting there. Jake had a shit-eating grin across his face. He was stroking his cock; he'd never stopped. Logan looked apprehensive but no longer guilty. He had resumed slowly sliding his fist up and down that beautiful penis too. Their bodies were amazing. The sweat dripping down their chests, the subtle way their biceps flexed with each stroke. I tried to turn. Jake somehow perceived the slight shift in my stance. He reached forward and grabbed the towel from my hand, exposing my rock-hard cock again. His look of lust returned.

"Stay, Matt." Jake said. "We both want it."

Fuck. FUCK!

I stepped forward and fell to me knees on the bottom bench between Jake's legs. I grabbed his shaft with my right hand and slid my left hand up his slippery chest. I dove down onto his slick cock and sucked his wet head into my mouth. It felt amazing - so soft and moist. Just like Will's. I slid my lips further down his rigid shaft and started blowing him.

"Holy SHIT!!" Logan said. He'd blurted it out in surprise, but there was an edge of excitement in his voice. "I can't fucking believe he just fucking went for it!"

"I knew he would." Jake said. "He's always given me that look." I understood Jake's situation in the moment. He had convinced Logan this was all new. I'm sure that wasn't hard to do. Jake's a cool, charismatic guy. Why would Logan think anything otherwise. Just two straight buddies taking advantage of the crazy decadence of Las Vegas. It made me wonder what had happened last night. What Jake had talked him into. I wondered as I sucked, what Logan would do if he knew that Jake had lots of experience with cocks - even some past experience with mine. Maybe Logan hadn't resisted. Maybe Jake caught something about Logan that made him believe he would go for this. Maybe that's why Logan's been suck a toxic dick. It was all making more sense now. Logan wasn't acting like he wanted it. He wasn't Seth. But he wasn't putting up any resistance either.

I pulled off Jake's cock and moved over between Logan's legs. I grabbed his fist and started holding it as it was wrapped around his own cock, pumping up and down. I was moving my hand with his as if I were controlling his strokes. Logan removed his hand and let me wrap my fist around his shaft instead. I moaned at how good it felt in my hand - stiff and straight. It was thick but not crazy-thick like Aaron or Brandon - not even as thick as mine, but it was slightly fatter than Jake's. I massaged his cock head with my thumb. I was avoiding eye contact. I didn't want to freak him out. I reached back and pulled the elastic band from my ponytail and shook out my hair. Then I went down on him.

"Damn. That's hot." Logan said as he looked down to see his groin buried beneath my wavy dark hair covering his abs. I reached up and felt his slippery pec, feeling the stubble of his trimmed chest hair. I bobbed up and down.

"No shit, it's hot." Jake said. "He's fucking talented too, right?" Jake was clearly referring to the camping trip when he'd received my full service, but Logan undoubtedly assumed he was only referring to the fact that mouth had just left him.

Logan just nodded and leaned back, closing his eyes. He clasped his hands behind his head. His pits were wet with sweat. I looked up at him and couldn't help moaning. I felt more precum ooze out. How could I produce so much juice. I tasted Logan's as I sucked. I love the taste precum so much. I moaned again and grabbed his balls and gave them a gentle tug. Logan moaned too and put one hand on my head and ran his fingers through my hair.

Jake got up. He left his right foot on the lower bench and his left knee in the upper one. He aimed his slick prick at my face as I worked on his cousins. "Don't forget about me."

I pulled off Logan's cock and slurped up Jake's head into my mouth. My throat was loosening up after the practice round on Jeff, and I easily took him to the base. I smiled when my nose hit the lightning bolt. I guessed Jake hadn't told Logan that story. I wondered if Logan had even noticed Jake's pubes. He may be intentionally trying to keep his eyes above the waist. There was no way he hadn't at least glanced down at Jake's junk though. Every guy needs to make the comparison and Logan seemed particularly competitive. Logan's bush was dense, even in its trimmed condition. It would be fun to manscape. I was tempted to ask him if he wanted his initials, 'L.S.' trimmed into it.

"I was getting close." Logan said, pushing Jake back and aiming his prick at my face instead. I took him back in my mouth. "Fuck yeah!" He moaned as I bottomed out on his shaft as well. "I don't think any bitch has taken me all the way down!" The dude thinks he's a rapper.

"C'mon, Matt. Back to the prettier cock." Jake said, tapping my cheek with his prick.

"Fuck off." Logan said, laughing. "You mean, 'smaller'."

"You, fuck off." Jake said, smirking. "You're not bigger than me."

"I am definitely the bigger man." Logan said, smiling.

"Let's leave this question to the expert." Jake said. "Matt?"

I pulled off Logan's rod, holding it in my right hand. "I can't tell. They seem pretty much the same." I added and grabbed Jake's cock with my left. "Let's see." I pulled Jake closer to Logan by his prick. I knew Jake wouldn't fight me the way Logan might. Jake knew it too. He freely let me align their boners. The undersides of their shafts were now touching. Logan inhaled sharply. Precum oozed from his slit. I brushed my thumb over his head, spreading his juice around both of their heads. My left hand moved down and played with both pairs of balls together. They both moaned and I felt Jake thrust forward to frot against his cousin. I let go of their balls and grabbed Jake's sweaty ass. Then I switched hands so I was still holding their stiff rods together with my left, but I could grope Logan's ass instead. As much of a douchebag that I thought his was, I'd been ogling his butt all weekend and wasn't going to pass up this opportunity to give it a feel.

He clenched his ass cheeks when I grabbed his left glute. I squeezed it tightly and then switched hands back again, not wanting to spook him. I held their cocks together with both hands and bent down to see if I could get both cock heads in my mouth together. My attempts were nearly successful, but I ended up just swirling my lips and tongue around both velvety heads - back and forth. Precum drooled out of both of them. They tasted amazing. I couldn't get enough.

"Fuck. I'm almost there. This is fuckin' crazy." Logan said.

"Let it go, Bro." Jake said. I took that to mean he was still a ways away. I wanted to keep Logan on the edge so separated their cocks slightly and took Logan down to the base again. Both boys were holding onto my shoulders to steady themselves. "He's so hard, Bro." Jake added to Logan. "He wants your load so bad." Jake knew what he was doing. He was egging Logan on, trying to verbally push him over the edge by playing to his ego. Logan responded by grunting and closing his eyes. "I don't know who's gonna cum first, Bro - you or him."

"Oh, Fuuuuuccck!!" Logan said and erupted into my mouth without the usual little twitches that come before the launch. Cum oozed out into my mouth. Not a huge load, but a relatively forceful one. I was guessing, both from his volume and delivery, as well as Jake's earlier comment, that this was not his first load of the day - or the last few hours anyway. I wondered again what had happened last night and who'd been involved. I easily swallowed his entire load and kept sucking until he tapped my shoulder and sat back down on the bench to recover.

"My turn...Old Man." Jake said, exaggerating how wrong this was. He shoved his curved cock back in my mouth. "Fuck, yeah. All warm and slippery inside." He added and started fucking my face, faster. Logan's cock was still hard. He was casually playing with it as he watched me blow his cousin. Was he gonna keep stroking? Was this keeping him aroused? I decided to ignore him and concentrate on getting Jake off.

"Sit down." I said, pushing him back down onto the bench. I had a hold of his balls and continued to play with them as I went back down on his cock.

"Oh, Yeah!" Jake said. "I'm telling you, Bro. You can't beat an experienced dude, sucking on your bone." He threw his head back and grabbed my hair. "Fuck, YES!!" He yelled, loud enough that someone outside could have heard him.

"Bro, you better hurry it up. Someone's eventually gonna come in." Logan said.

"Good point, Log." Jake said and he stepped up his pace fucking my mouth. His bush was slamming into my nose. His cock head was banging against the back of my throat. I was so horny. I wanted Jake to cum. I let go of Jake's balls and slid my finger up underneath, into his crack until I found his hole.

"Oh, Fuck." Jake groaned. "You fuckin' perv! That's gonna do it. Play with my fuckin' hole, Old Man." Jake's ass crack was slippery as fuck with sweat. I pushed hard and was immediately inside his pucker. I curled my finger up and pushed further inside. "Fuckin'...FUCKK!!!"

There it was. I felt his shaft engorge before blasting into my mouth. I pulled up to catch it all and swallowed his sweet semen, moaning as he pulsed and bucked into my face. His ass raised off the bench and my finger slid even further inside his anus. I pulled him into me and took the last few squirts of jizz. Then I pulled off just as he sat back down and got one last shot across my cheek.

"Holy fuck." Jake said. He grabbed his deflating prick and squeezed a few inches of white cream out onto the bench seat.

"Did that get you off, Pops." Jake said. I looked up at him annoyed. He didn't need to be a dick. He was probably feeling some post-orgasm guilt.

"Not yet." I said and grabbed my boner again to give it some overdue tugs. "I need to go wake up Will."

"Now that you've had some practice this morning?" Jake said, smirking. "Maybe you should hit the showers. You're kinda sweaty." He added. How considerate. He was trying to get rid of me. He knew my presence was likely to make Logan uncomfortable now that they got their release. I was no more than a talented Fleshlight for them - at least that's what Jake was probably concerned about with Logan. I suspected Logan liked it more than he'd be willing to admit. He was relaxing with his eyes closed against the wooden backrest. He certainly didn't seem uncomfortable.

"Thanks for tip." I said. "Both your tips." I added smirking. I grabbed my towel and walked to the door holding it in front of me to conceal my arousal.

"See you at Brunch, Old Man. Unless your belly's too full now and we spoiled your appetite." Jake said and I heard them both laugh as I let the heavy wooden door shut behind me.

I did need a quick shower before heading back to our room. I was not done yet.

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Part 3: While You Were Sleeping

I closed our hotel room as quietly as possible and stripped naked and then gently climbed under the covers so that I wouldn't wake Will up. It didn't work. I scooted up next to his warm, naked body and spooned him from behind. He groaned and backed his ass up against my groin. I immediately started getting hard again. It didn't take much at this point. I'd had a lot of activity without any release and was in a perpetual state of plumpness to start with.

"Good morning." I said and kissed the back of his neck.

"Morning." Will grunted. "Your breath smells like cum."

"Probably better than your morning breath." I said, with humor in my voice.

"I saw your text that you were down in the spa when I got up to pee a while ago." Will said, rolling onto his back so he could see me. I leaned forward to kiss him properly. "I considered going down and joining you, but then I decided to go back to sleep." He smiled at me and leaned over to kiss me again. "That is definitely cum breath. Care to fill me in on what went down at the gym?"

"I may have been talked into something." I said, unsure of how to even start this tale.

"So...someone twisted your arm?" Will said, smirking at me. He raised his left arm up and put it behind his head as if settling in for a bedtime story. I kissed him again. "So whose spunk am I tasting?" He paused to lick his lips as if he were sampling a fine wine. "Anyone I know? Or were you just blowing random hotel guests before breakfast?" He was clearly amused but was also teasing me with a bit of self-righteous slut-shaming as if he would never stoop to such trashy behavior. This, from the guy who made a pouty face when the random fake police officer strippers decided not to stay and play. I jokingly rolled my eyes.

"You really wanna know?" I asked as if having him beg to know would somehow alleviate some of my guilt.

"Do tell, My Man." Will said, rolling onto his side to face me. "You know horny I get when I hear about your random exploits. It's been so long." It was true. Our rule had always been that blow jobs were fair game if we got the urge for some new or different dick - but it had been a really long time since I'd taken advantage of that relationship loophole. The last time for me had been months ago when I blew a guy in the restroom of a truck stop on the highway when I'd gone to help Eric move home from college for the summer.

It was preemptive really. Because Will hadn't been able to come with me because of a work project, I wasn't going to bother getting a hotel room. I was just going to spend the night on Eric's dorm room common area sofa. Eric's roommates make me horny. I can't help it. They're hot. And that Santiago kid was a loose cannon. He was definitely going to flirt with me, so I needed to take the edge off.

My last opportunity before I got to campus was when I stopped for gas. I went in to take a leak. I hadn't planned to relieve myself in that way when I stopped. I'd even left the gas nozzle in my tank as it was filling because I thought I'd only be inside for a minute.

As I started my pump though, there was a guy in a pickup next to me doing the same thing. He was a rural guy - maybe a local from the nearby small town - or maybe from a neighboring state altogether. Regardless, he was hot. He was in his mid-thirties, wearing wrangler jeans and dusty work boots and a wrinkled tee shirt with a trucker style baseball cap - the kind with the plastic vented panels in the back. The logo was Carhartt so it was hard to tell how authentic his vibe was. It was a Ford F-150 though, so he'd gone to a lot of trouble to solidify his look if it was just for show.

I was looking at him and he glanced over at me and caught me looking at him. I watched as his eyes moved up and down my body. Then he caught my eyes again and held my gaze. He didn't smile, but he didn't scowl either. He had a full mustache and what appeared to be several days growth of scruff on the rest of his face. He was just plain manly. I thought at the time that I should be the one to pull my eyes away first, but my brain kept saying, 'just a second longer.' So, he eventually turned toward the gas pump and I snapped out of it and walked inside. I really had to go.

I stepped up to the urinal and barely got my briefs pulled down before I let loose with a forceful stream. I was standing there with my eyes closed until I heard someone stand at the urinal next to me. I opened my eyes, and it was him. He was not making eye contact. That's forbidden behavior in a restroom, especially at a truck stop restroom.

There weren't any screens between the white porcelain fixtures and eventually I couldn't help myself. I stealthily glanced over. He had a nice thick prick. It was veiny and wrinkly which made me think it was designed for some substantial growth. My dick immediately started to grow instead. It was like I was a teenager in the locker room - like when you get a hard on more quickly because you know you shouldn't. I wanted to hide it by stepping forward, but it was the type of urinal that sticks out quite a ways at the bottom and I would look like a contortionist if I'd leaned in enough to hide it. I gripped my boner and tried to push it down so that it looked like I was just aiming it straight out. It made me pop my ass out awkwardly. I blushed and just hoped he didn't also glance down.

It was too late. I heard him grunt - or was it a snicker? I couldn't tell. It made me glance over at him. He was looking straight me, smiling or smirking. I couldn't quite tell. Then he leaned back and looked down at his junk. It was like an invitation. I glanced down too and inhaled sharply as I saw he was slowly stroking a much larger version of the dick I'd just viewed.

I looked back up at his face and he was smiling. I let go of my stiff cock and it sprang up and deposited a drop of precum on my shirt. He reached over and grabbed my cock out of my hand. I let him and reached over and groped his ass. His jeans and belt were hanging around the middle of his butt. I slid my hand down the back of his pants. His ass was round and fuzzy. He moaned and then his jeans started to slide down. He quickly spread his legs to stop them. We looked at each other and smiled.

He leaned in to kiss me. I instinctively backed up and shook my head. Kissing is against our rules unless both of us are there. I grabbed his shaft instead and started to pump it up and down. He backed up further. I bent down to get my mouth around his pretty cock head.

"Not here." He said. I looked up at him, confused. Did he want to go to his truck? "In there." He added, nodding toward the stall in the corner. It was a nice stall with real walls and an actual door that was designed like a stall door, extending from about a foot from the door frame head and a foot from the floor. It had a real door latch. He quickly stepped inside, leaving his jeans open and his boner hanging out. I followed him in and he closed the door and locked it. He grabbed me by the waist and moved me to the toilet and then pushed down on my shoulders to indicate I was to sit. It was weird, sitting on the seat with my jeans on. I decided to pull them down and sit my naked butt on the seat so my boner would be free. He stood with his cock out right in my face. I took the hint; it was what I wanted to do anyway.

I took his plump cock head in my mouth. He tasted good - better than I expected for a manly pseudo- country dude. I expected him to be sweaty and musky. He smelled like Irish Spring soap and dryer sheets. He put his weathered hands on my shoulders as I worked my way down, taking more and more of his thick shaft as my jaw and throat loosened up. He was moaning slightly.

We had been alone but then we heard the door open. I stopped briefly but then kept at it. His moaning stopped until the restroom was empty again which took a few minutes. In that time, I had gotten him close. I could tell because his breathing had become ragged and he was thrusting harder into my face. He had a gnarly bush of light brown pubes that tickled my nose with each trip to his base. Then I felt his head flare.

"UUUMMPPHHHH!!" He grunted loudly and began to thrust harder and faster until his balls were empty. His cum wasn't as good as Will's, but I am a fan of the substance, so it made my cock drool precum out onto the floor at the base of the toilet bowl. I grabbed my cock and started stroking. He backed up and pulled his Wranglers up and was attaching the oval, ornamental belt buckle when I stood up and aimed my hairy rod at him and smiled. I was expecting reciprocation.

"Gotta run, Bud." He said. He had a guilty look on his face, like he knew was being a bit of an asshole, even though a mutual experience is definitely not a given when it's a random restroom encounter. I was horny so I'm sure my face read irritation. I could see the sympathy on his face. He took off his trucker cap and put it on my head. Then he ruffled his hair, knowing he had the tell-tale indentation of hat head. I'm not sure why he thought leaving me with a hat that I would never be caught dead in, would be a comparable memento when what I really needed was his warm, wet mouth on my cock.

Instead, I adjusted the cap so my ponytail poked through the opening in the back. I stood up after he exited the stall and jacked off hard against the stall door. It only took a few seconds and I plastered the back of the door with my load. There was cum dripping off the bottom of the door as the next patron entered the room. I quickly scooped it up and then grabbed some toilet paper to clean up the rest of the door. I wiped off my rod, adjusted myself, washed my hands, and walked out into the sales floor to join the regular people - the people who hadn't just sucked cock and jerked off in the restroom.

I walked by the trucker showers which made me remember the horny ride home from our camping trip. I smiled to myself as I grabbed a Diet Dr. Pepper from the cooler and checked out.

As I walked to my car, my pickup man was just pulling away from the pump. We locked eyes and I grabbed the brim of the cap to tip my hat to him on his way out. He smiled as he drove off. I could still taste his cum, so I unscrewed my soda and chugged.

Eric asked me where I got the cap. Apparently trucker caps are back in style. I mentally thanked my gas pump neighbor for keeping me cool.

Where was I? Oh, yes: our last random encounters. Will's had much more recent and also more frequent. He'd gotten some action at the gym twice - both times in the last thirty days. Same guy both times. He told me all about it when he'd gotten home.

He made eyes with some guy in the sauna. He walked by their shower on the way to a free one and saw his curtain suspiciously open. The guy had a boner and was soaping himself up. He smiled at Will. Will smiled back, looked to make sure no one was in view, and then casually stepped into the stall. That first time they'd just jacked each other off, cumming on each other's naked bodies and smirking as they rinsed off. The other guy had quickly stepped out and disappeared.

Two weeks later, Will spotted the same guy in the free weights. They smiled at each other again and gave each other a tiny, knowing nod. They didn't speak. He saw the guy talking to a woman later and then noticed he was wearing a wedding ring. It reminded him of the days when he was married and a quick jerk in the shower would have been as exciting as he ever let himself imagine. He was relieved to learn that the dude was unlikely to want anything outside of the locker room. We avoided repeat encounters for that reason, but the other guy was instigating this one. The encounter found Will.

Will walked in his towel to the showers from his locker. He was unaware that his buddy had followed him into the locker room and was waiting to follow him into the showers.

Will entered his stall and pulled the curtain back and turned on the water. A second later, his buddy slipped in behind him. "What the-?" Will said before he'd turned to see who it was. The guy held his index finger to his lips and then just dropped to his knees and took Will in his mouth. "Teeth" was the only other thing Will said as his pretty cock grew in the guy's mouth. Will held his head with one hand as he steadied himself against the wall with the other, watching the guy on his knees suck his cock. It was obviously the guy's first time, but that thought made Will's testosterone churn. He remembered the first time he'd sucked Matt's cock in the shower in the hotel at the wrestling tournament. That got him instantly much closer. The guy grabbed his ass cheeks and then his balls. Will had been horny all day. He'd even considered rubbing one out in the shower as he drove to the gym, so he was ready. He thrust a few more times and felt the release of dumping his load into a total stranger's face.

The guy wasn't ready for it. He choked and coughed and spit out Will's spunk onto the tile. Will looked concerned. The guy didn't seem disturbed - just surprised. Will remembered that too - not really knowing what to expect the first time someone shoots hard down your throat.

The guy stood up, facing Will. He was rock hard. Will was still coming down from the endorphin rush. He grabbed the guy's balls. He was about to drop to his knees to return the favor, but the guy just grabbed his own boner and started furiously pumping with his right fist, holding onto Will's shoulder with his left. Within a minute, he was blasting spurts of jizz all over Will's stomach, bush, and deflating shaft. Will reached down to stroke his plump cock just because he loved the feeling of slippery semen on his sensitive prick.

As soon as the guy was done cumming he got a horrified look on his face and bolted. Will shrugged and smirked to himself and finished his shower. When he left he saw the guy walking to a car with the same women he'd seen talking to earlier, he remembered being that guy too.

"C'mon. Tell me." Will said and I snapped out of my daze.

"Well, they weren't strangers." I said.

"They?!" Will said. His initial expression was surprise, but then it slowly turned to amusement. "Did you find Aaron and Brandon in the locker room?" I shook my head. "Seth and Arjun?"

"No, but I definitely want to know what happened with those two last night."

"Me too!!" Will said. "I can't believe we didn't talk about that. There were some sparks flying between them after the whole stripper thing."

"Exactly!" I said. "I'm so glad I wasn't the only one who noticed."

"I wonder if Dix stayed. He likes the DILFs."

"No shit." I said. Then I leaned forward and took Will's cock in my mouth. I just couldn't wait any longer. He had rolled back onto his back and put his arm behind his head, showing off his curly golden armpit hair. He was absentmindedly playing with the tiny hairs around his nipple with the other hand. He was adorable on top of being hot. I had been watching his dick. It had been hanging down over his left thigh when he was turned toward me and had been slowly filling out and bobbing slightly toward his waist. It was in that beautiful state when it was plump and firm but not quite fully hard yet. Then he rolled into his back and it flopped up onto his fuzzy golden happy trail, resting in his nest of pubes. I couldn't take it anymore.

I scooted down on the bed and leaned my head onto his abs and slurped his soft head into my mouth. I quickly took him to the base. My throat was warmed up and he wasn't quite rock hard yet, so it was easy. It felt sooo good in my mouth - still a little spongy but big and firm.

"Ooooh, Fuck!" Will said and took his arm out from behind his head and laid his head on his pillow. His hand gently touched my head and he ran his fingers through my long dark waves without pushing down on me. I rolled over between his legs to get the best angle on his shaft. I felt him grow in mouth until his shaft was rigid against my lips. I began to service him, my head bobbing up and down his full length. I played with his head with my tongue on the up stroke and pressed hard against the underside of his shaft with the entire length of my tongue once I had his whole shaft down my throat on the down stroke. "Oh, FUCK Matty!!" He added as he exhaled. He started to thrust up into me. I slid my hand down under his ass and slid my middle finger into his sweaty crack as he set his ass back down. I slid my finger back and forth between his glutes, past his pucker. I just kept that motion up for a few minutes, working him into a horny state where maybe he would forget about who'd I'd practiced on.

My efforts to distract him did not outweigh his interest in my morning adventures. While I was sucking him, he managed to speak between his increasingly ragged breaths. "So...are you gonna tell me?" He grunted so I took him even deeper down my throat. "Oh, fuck!" He put his other hand on my head too. "You're trying to distract me."

He's no dummy.

I pulled off his cock. "You want me to stop?"

"I wanna hear the story." He said. "You know how horny that makes me. I've got so much horny shit going on in my head from this weekend, I don't need anything new, but I'm dying to know what happened - especially since you said I'd know who it was." He moaned again. "C'mon. Why are you holding out on me?"

"Because you're so fucking sexy, I wanna suck the cum out of those big nuts of yours." I said. "But if you really want me to stop. I guess I can tear myself away from this beautiful slab of man meat." I smiled up at him. He puckered his lips at me as if kissing me from a far. I sat up in my knees between his legs and wrapped my fist around my own stiff cock. I squeezed out a long strand of precum and sucked it off my index finger. Will was forced to resort to grabbing his cock too. We both stroked for a few seconds until he raised his eyebrows to silently beg me to continue.

I couldn't tell which story to tell first. "I had to get out of here. I was so horny and didn't want to wake you up. I knew you needed more sleep. So I went down to the gym to blow off some steam."

"You mean blow someone off in the steam room." Will interjected.

"It was the sauna actually." I said. "I'm gonna warn you. Yours is not the first Samson dick I've had in my mouth today." I added. I need to ease him into this.

"What!?" Will asked, lifting his head off the pillow. I could see the wheels turning. I could tell that none of the options seemed rational. "Was it Jake?" He asked, obviously assuming it couldn't possibly be Jeff or Logan.

"So, I walk into the sauna and Jake and Logan are both just sitting there, towels open, jacking off together."

"What?!" Will said. "Are you fucking kidding me? Logan? Now fucking way!" Will instinctively started jerking off faster. I knew the idea was turning him on.

"Way." I said. "You know how...persuasive Jake can be." I said. "I wondered if it was the first time, or if they'd done it before - like maybe when you all camped at the lake?"

"Wow. Maybe, I guess." Will said. "They never seemed that close growing up. I know Jake idolized Logan, but Logan was sort of a dick to the younger kids - even back then. He always wanted to hang out with Jeff and me." He paused as if remembering their years of family holidays and camping vacations. "I thought you were gonna say, Tristan." Will added. "I always thought he might be playing for the other team. Our team I guess."

"If you asked me when the weekend started, I'd have definitely said the same thing." I said.

"So...what happened next?" Will asked.

"Well, Jake was teasing Logan - sort of egging him on. Talking about how they shouldn't pass up the opportunity to get a blow job. You know how he likes to push people's boundaries. I think he gets off on it."

"Yeah, that's definitely true. He's always been an instigator. I guess it makes sense that would extend to what gets him...riled up." Will said, unable to even use the word, 'horny' when contemplating Jake's libido.

"Yeah, well, he was in overdrive on that." I said.

"Why did he think you'd be the one to do it?" Will asked. "Were you alone in the sauna?"

"Yeah. Nobody's in the spa on Sunday morning. Most people are just getting home." I said. "It might have had something to do with the fact that I popped a boner as soon as I saw them jerking off together. I couldn't help it. They're both such beautiful humans, you know - and the perfect contrast. Jake was so shameless - he was showing off. He didn't even know it was me when I walked in. He wasn't gonna stop stroking no matter who came in." Will rolled his eyes.

"What about Logan?" Will asked as he started stroking again. He had precum dripping from his piss slit. I leaned down to slurp it off. He smiled at me. "You like that?"

"You know I do." I said. "Logan stopped stroking but not for long. He saw me get boned up looking at him on the massage table, so he knew I thought he was hot and he obviously liked that. Those two are alike that way. "Anyway, long story short, Jake talked me into going down on them."

"Damn." Will said. "Both of them?"

"I went back and forth between them. Logan nutted in my mouth, or maybe Jake blew first. I don't even remember. I tried to stop. I know it's not cool. I promise that won't happen after...we're official. He just...he's a like younger version of you. It's like a window into you in college. I fantasize about what that would have been like."

"If we'd been on the same campus...back then?" Will said. "Yeah, I've thought about that too. A twenty- year-old otter Matt has definitely fueled some JO time for me." That gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling. I loved the idea of Will jerking off in the shower picturing us going at it in the dorm showers. "I get it. No worries. I know what he's like and I can't imagine seeing both of them...doing that - especially if you weren't expecting it." Will added. "You're right though. We have to be good after we're all officially family." I exhaled what felt like a giant sigh of relief and I was suddenly filled with renewed desire. My cock got even harder and I wanted to shoot my load all over Will's naked body. I started stroking faster. "Whoa, Matty. What's the rush. Don't waste your load like that." He could tell I was getting close. He knew me so well. I paused and went down on him again. "Oh, Fuck. If this is what you need to get your hand off your dick, I'm definitely here for you, Babe."

Will let me work for another couple of minutes. Now I could tell he was getting closer. "So...how was his load?" Will asked. I pulled off.

"Jake?"

"No. Fuck no. For future reference, I'll never be interested in Jake's...anything like that." Will said. "Logan." I smiled. Wanting to know about your hot nephew was apparently just fine.

"He blew a nice load." I said. "They made some reference to the fact that he'd cum already - maybe more than once; I can't remember. He didn't shoot really - it was more of a constant stream."

"Oh, I love that!" Will said. "I love load number two or three, when it's not just wasted hitting the back of your throat - when it's like someone is squirting catchup into your mouth from one of those red restaurant squeeze bottles." I busted out laughing. I knew exactly what he meant. I love that feeling too, but he could hardly have picked a less sexy analogy.

"Who wants a mouth full of catchup?" I asked, smirking and went back down on him. Will laughed which is an odd feeling when their erect cock is in your mouth.

"Frosting? From one of those cake decorating things?" He offered as an alternate analogy. I tried to picture the feeling of a thick tube of sweetness being ejected from his boner. That actually made my cock twitch. Yum. "MMmmm!" I moaned as I kept working on his rod, wanting to feel him cum. He'd had the night to reload, but he'd ejaculated enough recently that his orgasm might fall into this steady stream category. I want to feel that. I want to savor Will's nut.

"I'm not gonna lie. Logan can be an arrogant prick sometimes, but he is a handsome guy."

"That's one word for it." I said. I would have used the word, 'asshole', but I wasn't family. I wondered what Logan looked like after he hit puberty and started to turn into a man over those teenage years. I wondered if Will had noticed back then and if Logan ever went through an awkward stage or if he was just continually studly.

"Ok. Fine. He's 'HOT'. I don't care if he's my nephew. He's fucking Hot. Hot. As. Fuck!" Will said, bucking up into my mouth. He'd obviously thought I was referring to his use of, 'handsome' and not, 'arrogant prick.' It made me smile. I guess I had my answer. Will had obviously been noticing Logan for a while. This was working out well. He didn't seem bothered by the inclusion of his son in my encounter.

"Yeah. It was embarrassing. I couldn't hide the tent in my towel and then Jake just pulled it off of me and I was standing there, hard as a rock right in front of them. It was partly because I was already so fucking horny." I said.

"Why were you so, 'fucking horny'?" Will asked, now lying down, but lifting his head up with both hands clasped behind his head.

"Well...I'm on a bit of a Sampson man rampage this morning."

"Rampage. What are you talking about?" Will said. "Thought you said you hadn't seen Tristan since dinner last night."

"I haven't." I said. I was back up on my knees, sitting on my heels, jacking off.

"Wait, you don't mean Jeff?!" Will said. "That was yesterday."

"And this morning." I said. Just saying it made my cock throb and drool. I swiped my finger across my piss slit again for another finger full of tasty precum.

Will sat up in bed like he was doing a sit up. "What are you saying? When?" He stared at me. "How?"

"You're not gonna believe this." I said. "He texted me this morning. I was still in bed. He said he needed to talk." I paused to close my eyes while I stroked a little more. My boner was only a few inches from Will's face, but he was too distracted by the story to be paying attention. "I was confused, I was worried something happened with one of the kids. So I told him to come over. I met him at the door. We went in the bathroom so we wouldn't wake you. Then he...sort of sheepishly, asked for a repeat of yesterday. Apparently, I'm just that good." I added smiling and waiting for his reaction.

"Wait, here!!?" Will asked. "You did it HERE...in our room?!"

"While you were sleeping." I said. "In the bathroom. I thought he just wanted to talk, and I didn't want to wake you so we went in there." I paused. Will still looked shocked. "He asked me and then I watched as he got a fucking boner right in front of me. He was going commando in some old sweats. He was hot as fuck actually. He just dropped trou and I dropped to my knees. What could I do?" Will busted out laughing.

"Obviously, you had no choice." He said, lying back on the bed, laughing hard. Then he sat up again. He cupped my balls in his hand and tugged on them a little. "So...did he nut?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Of course, he fucking nutted." I said. "A lot. He probably hasn't nutted this much in one weekend with someone other than his hand...since before he got married."

"Shit. You're probably right." Will said. "I just can't fucking believe this." He was smiling so wide. I knew this would make him happy - not that I blew his brother, although he was stroking his stiff cock, so he clearly liked that too, but I knew he'd find this somehow a bonding moment for he and Jeff, even though they weren't even together when this went down. I knew Will would see it as an act of acceptance. I suspected Jeff didn't need me to blow him to accept Will's and my relationship. It was obvious to me that it didn't matter. Maybe Will thought it meant Jeff had accepted me, but again, Jeff had always been great with me. It was like I had a new brother. I hoped this wasn't going to complicate that. Maybe that was naive. "I can't fucking believe this." Will repeated.

"He asked me not to tell you." I said. Will smirked.

"I'm sure he did." Will said. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him that wasn't how we operated. That we told each other everything." I said. "I did tell him that I would try to wait until he left today. He didn't want it to be awkward. So you have to pretend you don't know."

"Hmmm." Will said.

"You can do it." I said.

"What if I don't want to?" Will said, smiling.

"You'll make me look like an asshole."

"You are an asshole." Will said, laughing. Then he finally leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck yeah." I said. His warm, wet mouth felt so great. I'd been waiting so long to get off. My balls felt heavy, like I hadn't cum for days. Then he pulled off.

"So...when I tasted cum on you, that was Jeff?"

"Or Jake or Logan." I added, shrugging and smirking.

"Fuck!!" He said and he got up on his knees and kissed me again. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth as if he wanted to share their loads. What a fucking perv. He teased me, but he was just as fucking naughty. He grabbed me by the waist and spun me around and then pushed me down onto his spot in the bed. It was warm from his many hours in that spot. He pulled me down toward him and picked my legs up. He pushed on the back of my thighs until they were against my chest. Then he dove his face into my hairy crack. It was still a little slippery from sweating in the sauna. His tongue pushed against my pucker.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I said, just confused. I thought we were blowing each other. I wanted the full set of Sampson boy jizz samples - or at least one more. That thought made me wonder what Tristan looked like naked. I wondered if he'd inherited the curved banana cock from his father's side of the family, or the thick, straight shaft that Logan had apparently received from her side.

"I need to fuck you right now." Will said. He grabbed the lube and got his cock nice and slippery. Then he shoved his middle two fingers into my ass - no warmup or one at a time. I grunted in discomfort but was enjoying his horny enthusiasm.

"Um...I'm not sure that's a great idea. It's not like I'm ready for that." I said.

"I don't really care." Will said. "I need it. I've wanted you all weekend. It just seemed like we should...you know, go with group flow since it's a party."

"I love you." I said. It wasn't really appropriate at this exact moment. It just came out.

"Same. I wanna prove it." Will said. "Are you really...like, in a bad place right now for this?" He added, dancing around the subject of my preparedness for getting his cock up my ass.

"Actually, I think It'll be ok." I said. "And I want it." Will smiled at me and went back down on my cock for a few seconds before lifting my ankles in the air and then bringing them together with my knees bent over my chest. My hole was exposed.

"Fuck, that hole is so hot!" Will said and he leaned forward and pushed his fat cock head against me. I pushed out to greet it and felt him enter me.

"Ooooohh, fuck." I moaned and I felt the sides of his shaft slide further past my tight ring. It had been a while for me, but I'd been so horny all morning that my desire helped me manage the speed at which Will was taking me.

"You like my cock?" Will said, pushing all the way in until I felt his prickly bush tickle the underside of my nut sack.

"I love your cock. So much. It's the only cock I need!" I said and meant it at that exact moment. I might still need another one someday. We both like a little variety, but I wasn't sure I'd ever really needed more in this moment.

Will got more and more forceful with his thrusts. He moved my legs apart and held me by my ankles. I reached down to hold my balls in place and felt his bush slam against the backs of my fingers. I reached down a little further, so his hard shaft was touching them too. My forearm was across my own shaft, rubbing it with every one of Will's thrusts. "Fuck I love your hot, hairy body!" I smiled up at him and moved one arm behind my head to flex my solid bicep and show off the dense black fur under my arm.

"You like the idea of Jeff's cock in my mouth, don't you?"

"Fuck, yes!" Will said. "I wish I could have watched."

"You got to see it yesterday." I said.

"I know. It was so fucking hot. Every time I saw him yesterday, that was all I could see - him standing there naked letting you blow him."

"You can watch next time." I said. "Then you'll be right there to kiss me after when it's all warm and fresh from his hairy tanks."

"Oh my god!" Will moaned as he fucked me even harder. "You think there'll be a next time?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely!" I said. "He's not getting that at home. If he doesn't talk her into it, he'll eventually give in. He liked it too much. Who wouldn't. He shouldn't have to go without."

"He shouldn't." Will grunted. "No one should."

"Maybe at Thanksgiving." I said. It was the next family holiday when we would be all together and we would be hosting since we'd be the new, married couple.

"Oh, fuck. FUCK!!" Will said and thrust hard against my taint and held himself there. I felt his shaft pulse and knew his seed would be deep inside me. I'd pictured all four Sampson loads in my belly, but this worked too. "Oh, Fuck. That was so good. And we're still good down there." He added, noting that I'd been lucky not to need any prep to participate. Sometimes the sex gods are on your side. I reached down to start jacking off. I'd hoped I would be able to nut while he was fucking me, but I hadn't realized the power of the Jeff factor on pushing Will to the edge.

"Hands off, Matty." Will said, gently slapping my right hand from my shaft. Then he took me in his mouth and sucked me like he loved me. I spread my legs as far apart as I could and closed my eyes, waiting to feel the tickle in my groin. It only took a couple more minutes. I tried to make it last, but my mind was swirling with everything that had happened since I woke up. I felt it build. I pictured Jeff shooting in my mouth and then Logan and then Jake and then Jeff again and then...

"Oh, yeah. Here it cums. Here it comes. Fuck yeah. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna...UUUGGHH!!" I grunted as I finally released into Will's mouth. My arms flopped out to the sides, and I just basked in the endorphin rush across my entire body until the pleasure was once again concentrated on just my cock. Will continued to suck me and I finally couldn't take it anymore and gently tapped on his head.

"Damn. I want more." Will said.

"Kiss me." I said. He leaned down so our mouths could meet. We made out and I tasted my own cum. I pulled him down on top of me so his whole weight was on my body. We were hot and sweaty. Our slippery cocks were mashed together. It felt so good. "You're still hard."

"I'm still horny." Will said.

I rolled over under him. He held himself up on his hands. I felt his wet cock brush across my thigh and then my ass as so turned. I laid on my stomach and pushed my ass up against his boner. "Go again."

"Really? Fuck, yes." He said and he slid his stiff rod back inside me. "Oh my god. My own sloppy seconds. I love this!" He started to thrust in and out on top of me and then he pushed my knees apart and laid back down on my back. He hooked his arms under mine and held on to my shoulders for leverage and he kept thrusting. "Fuck yeah. You feel so good, Matty."

"You feel so good, Will." I grunted under him into the pillow. "Cum again. You're fucking me right in front of Jeff. He's standing behind you watch your ass pump into me. He's jacking off, wondering if he should walk around tur bed and slip his boner into my mouth."

"Oh my god." Will said and kept pounding on top of me. I kept repeating versions of the same thing - taunting him with the image of his older brother watching him take me - until he finally jackhammered against my beefy ass and shot another load inside. The sound gave me wood - the squelches of him pushing his cum load further inside.

Finally he rolled off of me. His chest and my back were wet with his sweat. He put his forearm over his eyes. "Fuck. That was good." He said as if to himself.

"A pretty great end to the bachelor party weekend." I said.

"An excellent way to leave this town." Will said. He moved his arm and rolled over to kiss me again. We made our tongues do a little dance outside of our mouths and then mashed our lips together.

"Wanna shower together?" Will asked.

"For the rest of our lives."

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