KEVIN’S SUMMER VACATION
By: Tickie
(Copyright 2006 by the author)
Editor: Radio Rancher
Re-write editor: Gerry Young

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Chapter 7
The Four Way Stop

Chris came back with the pizzas and we all sat down wherever we could find a place to sit. The conversation started getting sexy and, of course, both Jerry and I had on jock straps, so Chris couldn't see that we were getting aroused. However, Jerry and I could see the growing bulge in Chris’ trunks.

"I’m getting’ horny,” I said; “why don't we get outta these clothes!"

Chris leaned over, looked at me, and said, “You don’t look horny to me.”

I pulled off my shirt and then my swimsuit, exposing my bulging jock strap.

Chris said, "You sneak, you've got a hardon and no one could tell; that's not fair."

Jerry took off his shirt and cutoffs, exposing his jock strap. Chris laughed and pulled off his shirt, then his trunks, exposing his shorts and a hardon that was pulling the waistband away from his stomach. We all just stood there for a minute looking at each other’s crotch.

Jerry said, "Chris, that man-meat of yours is a monster."

"It's not that big.” Chris shook his head, and then quickly nodded. “I'm sure the two of you can handle it."

Then we all went over to the bed; I got in the middle, Jerry on the left side and Chris on the right. I took the lead, reached over and slid my hands under both of their waistbands. First, I started stroking Chris's rock hard love log, under his shorts, and then I started stroking Jerry's protuberance under his jock strap. They both reached over at the same time and grabbed my dong, under my jockstrap. Chris had the tip and Jerry had the base. We all started pounding away on each other’s penis.

"Shit!” Chris yelled out in passion, “let’s get outta these things," and started to pull my jock off from his side; Jerry then started to help him from my other side. My dick sprang up, like one of those punching bag dolls that bounce back as soon as you knock them over, while they pulled my jock off.

Then Chris pulled his shorts off in one quick move. He jumped over me, grabbed Jerry, pulled him off the bed, and yanked his jock strap off, so fast that his manhood came down between his legs and then snapped back up against his stomach with a pop.

As he looked back and forth between us, Chris told Jerry, “You get up on his chest and let him suck you.”

Jerry got up on the bed straddling my chest, sitting on my tits. Then I could feel Chris grabbing my legs and pulling them apart. I thought he was getting ready to fuck me, but, instead, he stretched out between them and started sucking my sausage, so I grabbed Jerry's manhood, and stuffed it in my mouth. I started sucking it with enormous gusto. And I reached up and started playing with his nipples; They immediately hardened and rose to the occasion.

Chris then stopped sucking my cock, and also got on the bed, straddling my groin, facing Jerry's butt. He then guided my dick up his cute, hot, ass, but as he sat down on top of my meat so fast, I thought he was gonna break it off. This made Chris's manhood bounce against Jerry's lower back. He (Jerry) reached around, grabbed Chris’s manhood, and started stroking it very slowly.

There we all were -- I was sucking Jerry off and fucking Chris in the ass, Jerry was beating Chris off, and Chris was jumping up and down on my manmeat; then unexpectedly, I heard him let out a loud groan, and Jerry started twitching and his stomach muscles were getting tight. I was about ready to shoot my load.

Chris moaned, "Fuck! Aww fuck! You guys, I'm cumming; oh, shit! I'm cumming; oh, man, here it cums!” He threw his arms around Jerry’s chest and buried his open mouth on his shoulder. He bit down hard, but not hard enough to break the skin.

“Ohhhhh!” cried Jerry.

Chris shot his load all over Jerry's back and my stomach. And about this time, I shot my wad up Chris’ ass. Too late I said, "Chris, I hope you’re ready.”

I must’ve shot three or four full volleys up his ass. Then Jerry started jumping and twitching and groaning. He moaned out, “Oh, shit; I can’t hold back any longer! Shit, shit, shit! I'm cumming. Oh, God, I’m cumming.”

He shot his load straight into my stomach, because his manhood was all the way down my throat. His balls were bouncing on my chin. His tongue depressor still buried in my mouth, he collapsed across my face and head, with Chris still gasping for breath as he lay on Jerry’s back. I almost felt suffocated and tried to push them off. We all rolled onto our sides.

We noticed it was dark outside, so we all pulled off each other, got up, and headed for the lake.

Chris was the first one in, then Jerry, and I jumped in last. We all fucked around for about twenty minutes or so.

Chris yelled out, "There's Rich!"

Rich yelled back, “Hey, guys; what the hell are you up to?"

"Looking for you!" Chris yelled back.

I thought to myself, ‘Now what's Chris up to? We’re all naked as Jaybirds, and he’s drawing attention to us?’

Of course, it was dark and I already knew about Rich, but the moon was full. Rich was a cute kid, pretty well built, too. Jerry didn't know about Rich and me going into town. Chris hurried for the beach, and walked right up to Rich; they started talking. Then Rich started taking his clothes off. Jerry and I watched him, from out in the lake.
Jerry looked at me and said, "What's up, Kevin? Are we turning into a four-some?”

“Well it kinda looks that way from here.”

I could tell from the trip into town that Rich was pretty well hung, too. Then Rich jumped in, followed by Chris. They both started swimming out toward us. Once close enough, Rich said to me, "Hi, Kevin; never had a chance to thank you for the ride the other day.”

“No problem,” I replied.

“When I heard that Chris was visiting you tonight,” he continued, “I figured I'd join you."

I said, “Great!” and then started swimming in.

Chris spoke up saying, “Where’re you heading?”

I told him, “I’ve had enough swimming for a while.”

Jerry started in, too, so Chris said, "We'll join you two in a few minutes.”

I was standing on the beach when Jerry got out of the water; he walked over to me, patted me on the ass, and said, "Looks like we might have our hands full tonight"!

I said, “The more the merrier.”

Jerry and I shot the breeze for a few minutes. I felt funny, just standing there naked, in the moonlight.

He wanted to go inside anyway, because he said he was afraid someone would see us. So we went inside to wait for Rich and Chris. Jerry and I both grabbed a towel and finished drying off as the two guys walked in. Rich was carrying his clothes, so I couldn't get a look at his big monster.

Chris said, "Why don't we make a daisy chain, guys?”

I Said “OK, by me!”

Jerry sheepishly looked at me and asked, “Kev … what's a daisy chain?”

“It’s when everyone gets on the floor in sort of a square circle,” I began to answer, “and sucks someone else's dick.”

“That sounds like fun!”

Chris said, “I want to suck Jerry's.”

Rich finally put his clothes on the desk and turned around. He had a nice big dick, about seven inches, with a lot of blond hair around it.

Everyone was still soft because of the cold water. Chris got on the floor first; then Rich lay down and started sucking on Chris's manhood. And then I got down and started sucking Rich's manhood; I stopped and told Jerry, "Come on! Complete the chain."

He got down between Chris and me; Jerry started sucking my manhood and Chris completed the chain by sucking Jerry's manhood, which was getting hard, watching everyone else sucking a dick.

I was sucking faster and faster on Rich, when I felt a hand on my ass poking a finger into the hole, it was Jerry. That cute little fucker was learning fast. I then started playing with Rich's ass and balls; he jumped and started to jerk as if he was trying to fuck my mouth. Rich reached up and grabbed Chris's manhood and balls, giving them a good working over. Chris completed the action by grabbing Jerry's cock and balls.

We all kept sucking, and playing for several minutes, then, all of a sudden, I felt Jerry bite down on my manhood and groan, I knew he was cumming. This got me turned on, big time, and I felt myself building up pressure inside. I sucked Rich faster, until he started to twitch and jerk, letting out a groan. Rich started shooting his load, into my mouth, and that did it. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I shot my load into Jerry's warm, beautiful, loving mouth. I glanced over and saw Chris twitching, groaning, and swallowing at the same time, I knew he was cumming in Rich's mouth and Jerry was shooting his load at the same time. We all just lay there for a few minutes trying to catch our breath.

Chris was the first to speak saying, "Shit! guys, that was great."

Jerry was next, "Fuck! I never knew that guys could have so much fun together."

Rich looked at me and said, "Kevin, you must be a vacuum cleaner, with all that suction."

I just said, “What a great trip this is.”

It seems as though everybody enjoyed themselves.

Chris said, "Sorry, guys, but I have to split,” and as he put on his clothes, Rich jumped up and said, "Me, too."

In a fake Southe’n accent, I said, “Y’all cum back, now; any time; ya heah? It was really a lotta fun.”

They both said, “Sure!” as they left.

As soon as the door was closed, Jerry grabbed me and hugged me and said, "Kevin … the more I'm with you, the more I like you; and … uhhh … I really think I'm beginning to fall IN LOVE with you!" His voice was so tender and soft, I just felt like melting.

“I really enjoy being with you, too … more than you think!” But then, with my dick being so sore, I broke the moment by saying, “I’m putting my jock strap back on; it helps the soreness.”

“Does that really help?”

“Sure does.”

Jerry picked up his from the pile of clothes on the floor next to the bed and slipped it back on. We then watched TV for an hour or so. I was sitting in the easy chair and, Jerry was lying on the bed. He got up to take a piss, and I went to get a beer. When he’d finished, I went to relieve myself and he grabbed a beer, too. I finished and came back into the room; he was back on the bed with a beer in his hand.

"Man, we sure do look funny in these jock straps," he said as he chuckled.

I laughed, saying, “They may look funny, but they sure help things get better fast.”

It was a little after mid-night and the TV station signed off the air.

"Well … I guess we should hit the sack; I gotta work tomorrow,” he hinted, setting his beer on the nightstand.

Putting mine down beside his, I said, “Sure, why not?”

He started to get into bed, still wearing the jock.

I told him, “Oh, no, you don’t! Not if you’re gonna sleep with me.” He gave me a bewildered look. “You gotta be in your birthday suit if you’re gonna sleep with me,” I teased, but was serious with my words.

He must have sensed the mock seriousness in my voice, because he smiled, and removed the jock, and there, to my surprise, out sprang his roaring hardon … again!

“Does that thing ever get soft?” I asked.

“When I'm with you … NO!" he exclaimed.

I started to pull my jock strap off, and he stopped me, saying, "Let me do that!"

He pulled me over to the bedside, reached out, and pulled Mr. Meathead out the side of the strap. He opened his mouth and started sucking on my soft meat, which couldn't stay soft, long, once he began pleasuring me. Quickly, I reached over, grabbed that hard nightstick of his, and started stroking it gently.

"Come on,” he moaned; “get back in the middle of the bed.”

As I leaned to slide back, he pulled my jock strap off, and then held it to his nose for a second, inhaled deeply, and then, tossed it on the floor. I then moved further back on the bed and Jerry got up on his knees.

Then he straddled me, telling me that he was ‘gonna ride the stud horsey again.’ He positioned himself over my now hard manhood, grabbed it, and started lowering his ass onto my shaft. I felt the tip enter his rosebud; he jerked a little, but I grabbed hold of that purple shaft of his and started stroking it fast, to take his mind off the slightly painful threshold of anal pleasure.

With another moan of surrender, he just eased himself down on my pole, letting it slip all the way in to the hilt. He let out a loud groan; "Ohhh, God, that feels good this time." I then began raising and lowering my hips ever so slowly.

"Oh, come on, Lover! Do it like you mean it! Fuck me hard, show me no mercy; fuck me, OH! Fuck me! Kevin. I need it, baby; I need it! Come on … fuuuuuck meeeee!" His passionate begging had risen to a yell.

Given the go-ahead, I started fucking him faster, harder, and as deeply as possible … considering that I was on bottom! Soon, he moved in counter rhythm to me -- as I raised my hips, he came down fast; as I lowered my hips, he raised himself up. I was stroking his joystick as fast as I could -- my hand was a blur.

Jerry then started twitching; his stomach muscles tightened. His bouncing on my cock brought sensations I’d never experienced before – not only was he going up and down on me, but he was grinding his hips side to side, forwards and backwards, and then in circles clockwise and counter-clockwise! Again and again! Together, we must have been hitting and massaging his prostate with every change in motion. AND … he was driving me insane with his movements and his own sweat, as it flew from his face, his chest, his arms, onto my own sweaty skin.

I stopped jacking him and immediately reached up with both hands and pinched his tits.

He squealed like a stuck pig, and I twisted and pulled. He screamed, "Ohhh, Kevin! I'm cumming, shit! I'm cumming! I don't think I can stop!” His chest was heaving in short, rapid gasps. He squinted his eyes shut, threw his head back, and sank, motionless on and, almost in slow motion, his mouth opened wide and I heard, “AhhhhhhhHHHHRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!” His chin bounced up and down in uncontrollable shivers as the heat of passion fled out of his body and through his enflamed penis.

Without my hand on it, his engorged, purple-headed schlong began its Olympic dance of released passion, throbbing, jerking, pulsing, convulsing, and spitting its love-juice here, there, and everywhere. He was shooting load after load of thick, creamy cum, and it splattered all over my chest, my face, and even onto the headboard and the sheets beneath us.

I couldn't hold out any longer. I had tightened my stomach and groin muscles to keep the feeling going as long as I could. But on his first release, I just let it go, shooting load after load up Jerry's sweet, beautiful, young ass, as he continued to wiggle on my meat, sending flashes of greedy sensations from the tip of my dick, all the way up into my stomach.

Jerry stayed a-straddle my hips, sitting on my dong for a few minutes.

"I love that love muscle of yours,” he said as soon as he regained his normal breathing. “I think I'll just sit here forever.”

I told him. “That’s just fine with me, but I think you’ll have a hard time sleepin’ like that.”

Jerry finally stood up on the bed. He stepped over me, and slid under the sheets. So did I, then I reached over and grabbed him, pulling us face to face, chest to chest, manhood to manhood and squeezed him very tight.

He returned the hug, saying, “Goodnight, Kevin; sweet dreams, my Love.”

We both fell asleep in each other’s arms, and our legs joined like two snakes.

To be continued…