Third Wheel

[glorff]

I just found this and I am anxiously awaiting the next chapter. Your story is stirring up some old memories and something else too



Thanks

 

[p1044nsf]

I'm not sure where this is headed and was really surprised by where the end of this chapter took me. I've heard of writers saying that they don't always know an outcome and the characters have a say in it, and I guess there is some truth to that. Comments always welcome.

THE RIDE WITH CHERYL

When I got home I was on cloud nine and my Mom gave me a big smile and just said ‘I’m glad you two are such good friends.’ My Dad looked up from his reading and nodded in agreement and seemed about to say something more but I said thanks and raced up the stairs.

It was when I got to my room that I first thought about what I was going do about Doug’s underwear. I didn’t know if my mom would notice that they weren’t mine if I put them in the wash, and what she would think, and then I wondered if Doug was serious about the ‘condition’ he wanted them in. I decided I had to find a place to hide them in my room and then work on their ‘condition’ until the next time I could get them to him. I thought that would be a lot of fun!

That night I lay in bed reliving the whole adventure, feeling very excited and happy but then confused again because I remembered Doug saying that it was what he did with Cheryl, and I was seeing Cheryl on Sunday, my fortunately my boner took over and I tried rubbing my own nipples like Doug had done to me, and then rubbing my balls and finally I couldn’t take it and grabbed hold like I usually do and stroked hard and shot harder than usual. It surprised me that I actually hit my chin. I don’t normally shoot so far, but I guess I was still really excited about it all.

I used Doug’s underwear to cleanup, sort of sniffing a little as I brought them up to clean my chin, and I thought I detected a little bit of him there, even though I knew they were clean when he gave them to me, and that gave me a thrill too. And as I continued cleaning up I remembered that he kept my underwear I wondered why he wanted them and this got me excited again, but it really was time to go to sleep.

On Monday I saw Cheryl in school and we made tentative plans for the bike ride and it was a nice chat though I was very nervous. I know shouldn’t have been, but I think that Sunday with Doug actually made things worse, not better.

All week I had a difficult time concentrating. One minute I was remembering Sunday with Doug and getting a raging boner, or thinking of his underwear soaking with my cum and getting a raging boner again, or thinking of him with my underwear and getting yet another raging boner, or thinking of the bike ride with Cheryl—and getting really nervous and down—the boner would go down instantly and I would feel down.

I did not really understand the mood swings and one of my teachers called me as I was leaving after class and asked if there was anything I wanted to talk about. I did not know what she was referring to, and she said I seemed a bit pre-occupied. This really shocked me. I didn’t know it was visible, or that my teacher had seen. I was kind of scared that she saw, but also thought it really cool that she asked. I certainly could talk to her about any of this so I just stood there for moment and finally had enough sense to thank her and say that everything was okay. She said I was welcome to come see her anytime, and anything I said would be just between us.

I’m sure I turned beet red at that. I thanked her again and left, half walking, half running out of school and bumping into Doug on the way home. He was his usual self and we walked together. And I think that calmed me down a little. And then he gave that funny grin of his and asked if I had worked on the underwear yet.

I was too shocked and surprised and excited to answer and just stopped walking. He grabbed my arm and said come on, keep walking, I have to get home. And then he said you know, you promised to return my underwear in a certain condition and I wanted to know your progress—again with that warm smile and sexy grin.

I smiled very sheepishly back at him and said well, yeah, I did sort of get a start on it last night. I hope that’s okay.

Okay? I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t. Yours certainly got added to—last night and this morning. Sunday was really hot. And if I have the chance, I’ll use them again as soon as I get home. Hey, why not see if my Mom is home or not?

Huh?

What’s wrong?

Okay.

Okay?

I mean, yeah, let’s see if your Mom is home.

So we again started running after each other to Doug’s house, eager now to find out.

Her car was in the driveway. Doug just punched me and said ‘Sorry, gotta go. I’ll call ya later’ and off he went up the driveway.

I walked home half relieved but disappointed, again not knowing what to think. It was really driving me crazy. But I knew the first thing I had to do was go use Doug’s underwear, and then get some homework done.

Later that night Doug called to say hi and tell me that the first thing he did when he got home was take my underwear out of the closet and make a quick contribution. He thought this was funny somehow, but I was real excited and I told him I had done the same. He got quiet immediately and said wow, that’s cool. Let’s go do another. See you in school tomorrow.

And so went the week, feeling good, but nervous about the weekend with Cheryl, relieved that Doug seemed to feel about it like I did, but not understanding, and deciding not to worry but just trust myself and trust Doug.

So, the weekend finally arrived. Saturday was spent finishing up homework, and doing chores around the house. Some of these chores were with my Dad and I was being really quiet and I guess he knew something was on my mind without knowing what. It was interesting, because usually my Mom would somehow intuit what was bothering me, and Dad was struggling, making small talk and cracking weak jokes and trying to make us both feel comfortable. I tried also, for both us but my heart really wasn’t in it.

He finally asked me what else I had planned for the weekend and I said only a bike ride with Cheryl. And there was some quiet and then he asked,

That’s Doug’s girl?

Yeah.

Is it just the two of you?

Yeah?

That what got you nervous?

I guess?

Why are you doing it?

Mom’s idea I guess.

Mom?

Yeah, I was telling her that Doug and Cheryl were close and it sorted change things between us and Doug wanted me to get know Cheryl better and Mom suggested this would be a good idea.

Well, now, in my experience, your mother is pretty sensitive with things like that—she can pick up on what people are feeling. Sounds like a good idea to me. Why is it bothering you.

I don’t know. I guess I don’t know what we’re doing. Usually we go with Doug, but it’s just me and Cheryl, but it’s not a date or anything.

What do you think it is?

It’s just a chance to get to know each other better.

So, do you think Cheryl would like to get to know you better too?

Yes, she sounded pleased when I called.

So, you’re just nervous about the actual meeting and how it will go, and if you like each other, and what will it mean to you and Doug, and how will the three of you get along going forward, and what happens to your vacation together?

At this point I just stopped and looked at him. And he reached out gave me hug and said, don’t worry, you’re a good kid, and so is Doug, and I’m sure Doug’s made a good choice in Cheryl and it will work out okay. And remember that your mother and I love you and that we still have to finish the backyard today if you want to on that ride tomorrow.

So the rest of the day went much better, and I learned a little more about my parents. I sort of always knew they shared things, worked at things together supported each other in addition to taking care of me and this just showed me that it wasn’t just my mom who was good at reading people and was caring and all. I was quite in awe of them and also quite grateful. And we had a lot of fun too.

Sunday finally did come around—of course after two more deposits onto Doug’s underwear. Which were getting to be a bit smelly and stiff. I thought I better get them back to him soon because I was sure you could smell them if you entered my room and I was worried about my mom finding them in my room and how was I going to explain that? But you know, I also didn’t really want to give them back at all—unless maybe would could swap again!

The ride started out easy enough with light talk about ourselves and family and where we grew up and how I met Doug. And then Cheryl hit me with a bolt of lightning. She asked me if I had made much progress with Doug’s underwear. I nearly fell of my bicycle and had to stop riding. She turned around and rode back to me half laughing and half concerned and reached out to steady me—her hand on my arm and said, ‘ Doug told me you would be shocked, but I didn’t think you would fall off your bicycle.’


I just stood there straddling my bike, with the bar comfortably pressed between my legs and Cheryl holding onto my arm and looking at me intently. The she suggested we go off to the side and sit down together.

We took the bikes and sat down and leaned against some trees and I was glad of the break and the privacy and the chance to gather my thoughts and my mind was spinning and I was wondering just what Doug had told her. But I did not have long to wait because Cheryl quickly started to fill me in.

‘Look, I’m sorry, maybe that was a mean joke and I didn’t mean to startle you so. But you and Doug are real close and very important to each other and I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that—that’s why we’re here today. And I Doug and are close too. And I’m sure you and Doug don’t keep secrets from each other, and we don’t either. You know the photos Doug showed you?’

I could only nod at this point.

‘ Well, Doug really wanted to show you but felt he had to ask me first. I said sure and asked if I could be there when you looked at them. He felt it best if it was just the two of you and we picked last weekend when I was going away for him to show you—so I know he was going to do it. And when I got back, well I asked if you like them and he told all about what happened.’

I looked at her. All about what happened?

‘ He told me that you both got excited and you each came and he kept your underwear filled with cum and wanted you to fill his with your cum and he suggested I asked you how you were progressing. So, if we are going to be honest friends with no secrets, how are you progressing?’

‘ You really aren’t bothered by any of this?’

‘Not at all, I just asked didn’t I?’

‘Well, it’s progressing a little too well.’

‘Too well?’

‘Well, to be honest, they’re getting a little full and stiff and smelly and I think I ought to bring them back.’

At this point Cheryl put her on my thigh and said it looks like that’s not the only thing getting a little full, or should I said a lot full? From what Doug tells me, you’re pretty big, but I want to see for myself sometime when we have the chance. But right now I think we should get back on our bikes and you can ride me home.

When I rode her up to her house she leaned in for a quick light kiss and said under her breath “I hope you’ll add one more load to them thinking of me” and wheeled her bike up the driveway and waved goodbye.

 

[gogetter]

Like you, I didn't see that coming, either! However, I have really enjoyed your story so far and look forward to more.

 

[DonQuixote]

p1044nsf,
That was certainly an interesting - AND enjoyable chapter. I could feel the horses champing at their bits, straining at their reigns to get away from you.

I could feel your excitement coming through in the story -- the excited choppiness in your narration, some hurried words here and there -- and not without just cause.

They certainly have an Open relationship, don't they. And it sounds like she's planning on it being even more open, unless I missed the interpretation of her choice of words towards the end.

I'm looking forward to your next chapter. Thanks for putting so much effort into it for us.

 

[hardreader]

This story remains completely original and interesting and sexy. I too will be really interested to see where your characters take things.

 

[harry113]

Wow!! Sharing "everything" !!!
Now what ???
More please
Harry

 

[p1044nsf]

[FONT=&quot]Note to Readers: well, I thought there was more time before the trip, more time for things to develop with Cheryl. But I just re-read the story to date and saw that the trip was upon us. So, here we are. Sorry this is brief and late in coming. Hope to get much more soon. [/FONT]


[FONT=&quot]The Trip[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The camping trip was finally here and I was really thrilled, especially with the arrangements, though I sort of figured we would probably take turns or something. But Doug and I had our two-man tent and Cheryl had her own single. We were driving about 5 hours away to a state park that had good camp sites and lots of trails for hiking.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]It was Doug’s father’s commuter car, so Doug was driving and Cheryl was upfront with him and I was in the back. We stopped for gas after about 1 hour of driving and when we were all getting back in the car Cheryl said I should get in the front and I said “what about you” and she said “I’m sitting in the front too, silly”. And I looked at her for a minute and said oh, and she climbed in the middle, next to Doug, and then I climbed in. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]It was quite close quarters and I was a little nervous at this, but of course it was fine, at least at first. I noticed Cheryl had her left hand on Doug’s thigh, making me a bit jealous and uncomfortable. But she then made me even more uncomfortable by putting her other hand on my leg. And she just continued chatting along like nothing was unusual in this.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]As we got closer to the park we started talking about the arrangements. Doug was amazed that Cheryl’s parents let her come with us. Cheryl said she had heard her parents talking about it some. They knew that Doug and I were really good friends and felt that made it okay—it wasn’t like it was just Cheryl and Doug. They also talked about the tents, and they said that even if we had wanted to change the arrangements, tents offer no privacy, so they still thought it was okay, since I was along.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And Doug said [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] So, speaking of the arrangements[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]And Cheryl interrupted[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] I’ve already figured it out. If you guys are agreeable, we’ll use my tent for storage of clothes and equipment and we’ll all sleep together in the other tent.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I felt myself turn bright red at this though I don’t think anyone noticed. Doug’s reply was simply “cool.” I thought about it and said, “but isn’t it just a two-man tent?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] Cheryl laughed and wanted to know if I wanted Doug all to myself. I got all flustered at this, but fortunately before I could even defend myself Cheryl said, “just teasing, the two-person tents are big enough to hold two plus all of your stuff, so if we put all of the stuff in the other tent and put all the sleeping bags together we’ll have lots of room”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I just said “oh, okay”. But I was busy contemplating what it might mean if we had all the sleeping bags together. That and Cheryl’s hand on my thigh had me in quite a state. And she noticed:[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] Cheryl: somebody has brought a walking stick for hiking.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] Doug: what are you talking about?[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] Cheryl: Steve[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] Doug: Steve what, brought a walking stick?[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot] Me: okay, so I have a boner, so sue me[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I said that in a real angry tone, which brought a silence to the car for a few minutes. Then Cheryl spoke up. “Hey Steve, I’m sorry. I was just teasing; I didn’t mean to upset you.” Doug said “Look, we’re going to be sharing a tent for the next week—things aren’t going to get much closer than that. We’ll see each others boners, hear each other fart. We’re friends and we are going to share a good time together and be together and accept each other, so let’s agree not to pick on each other and let’s agree not to get up set by a little teasing from a friend—because we are all friends and we are just here to have fun, and it’s just the three of us, and I brought a stick with me too, only I hope to use it for something other than hiking”.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The rest of the drive was more at ease, with talking about meals, and setting up tents. But I kept going back to Doug’s last comment about using his stick for something other than hiking—and we were all in the same tent. I didn’t know how that was going to work out and if they were going to include me. I again started thinking this was a bad idea, while feeling incredibly horny.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]After checking in with the ranger and finding out where our site was and getting a map of the area we drove up to our site and Doug suggested we quickly make camp and then we could go for swim to cool off before dinner. This sounded like a great idea and Cheryl offered to setup the ‘equipment’ tent while Doug and I took care of the ‘sleeping’ tent.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I wanted to say something to Doug about the sleeping arrangements and ask if it was alright and I realized that there was no privacy at all and that Cheryl would hear anything I said so I would just have to address both of them. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]So I screwed up my courage and I said “look, I am okay with taking the single tent and you two can have the two-man tent.” Doug and Cheryl both stopped what they were doing and turned to look at me and at each other and then back at me. I really felt like the third wheel and just wanted to go home.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Doug said “I thought that was all decided in the car?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Cheryl said, “look Steve, this was your tip with Doug, and I barged in. I think we would all be fine together in one tent. I really think that would be the best arrangement and the most fun for all of us and I know Doug feels the same way. But I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. If you want, I sleep in the single and you and Doug can share.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Doug: Wait a minute, this is crazy, now I suppose it’s my turn to say I”LL SLEEP in the single and the TWO OF YOU sleep together.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]He paused there for a minute and then with a big smile on his face he said “But there’s now way in hell I’m going to let the two of you do that!”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And that comment broke the ice and we all started laughing and I said “are you two sure you’re comfortable with this?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Cheryl: Are we sure?[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Doug: is Steven comfortable with this?[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Me: okay, okay. Let’s just make the tents and go for a swim.[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Doug: good idea.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]So we finished the tents, stowed all the gear in the first tent, took our suits and then faced the next big challenge—how to change. The three of us were standing there with our suits and I said to Cheryl “ladies first”, and she just laughed and said okay, and entered the tent. Then Doug bowed and said after you. But Cheryl was still in the tent. I just stood there and said “Huh?” [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Doug said “let’s go get changed”. [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Me: aren’t you going to let Cheryl finish?[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]Doug(with a big grin): hell no! [/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]And he bowed again and I still stood there, and he just smiled at me and then entered the tent. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I stood there a minute debating what to do and then Cheryl stepped out of the tent in her suit and said, “well, hurry up”. So I climbed into the tent and Doug was undressed, getting ready to pull his suit on. I wanted to look but just quickly started pulling off my clothes. Doug finished pulling on his suit, but stood there with a smirk on his face, watching me undress.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I got really flustered at this. And Doug could tell. He poked me gently in the ribs as he started to leave the tent and said “Steve, it’s going to be like this for a week. Get over it.” And with that he stepped out of the tent and I finished getting into my swimsuit—trying to figure out what to do with my walking stick.[/FONT]

 

[harry113]

Thanks, Just gets better & better !!
Great fun, do they end up camping in the nude ??
Please continue
Harry

 

[GrayFox]

Love those walking sticks!

 

[p1044nsf]

[FONT=&quot]We spent the rest of the afternoon horsing around in the lake and having a great time, with a surprising amount of grabbing and dunking. The sun was starting to go down and Doug suggested we go build a fire and start dinner before it gets to dark.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]We raced up the hill back to the tent and Doug asked what we should do about the wet suits. Cheryl suggested string a rope between two trees and letting them air dry. So Cheryl and I did that while Doug started gathering the makings of the fire. When we had the rope up Cheryl called over to Doug and said he should but hang up his suit and get changed. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]So Doug walked over to us and as he was doing this I noticed Cheryl pulling the straps down from her bathing suit. Doug came up and watched me watching Cheryl and said “hey Cheryl, make it sexy, you’ve got an audience”.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I gave Doug a light punch in the arm Cheryl turned towards us and started to gyrate and smiled and pulled off her suit—she was gorgeous. I had seen the photos that Doug had shown me, but this was different. I was instantly hard and torn between staring at her beautiful breasts and her mound. Having never seen a woman naked, only photos, I focused mainly down there.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Cheryl twirled her suit and sung it at both me and Doug and said “okay boys, your turn, get your suits off and on the line. I’m getting dressed.”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]And with that, she walked through her suit over the rope and walked off to the tent to get some clothes.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Doug turned to me and said “she’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” I just nodded with my mouth agape. And he said, “you better do as she says and get out of your suit—don’t worry about your walking stick—I’ve got mine too!” And Doug pulled off his suit showing his beautiful boner and making mine throb even more and then he hit mine with his wet suit and hung it over the rope and ran towards the tent.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I figured I better do the same. Of course, by the time I got there, Cheryl was on her way out of the tent, but I climbed in and tackled Doug and he said “hey, what’s that for?” and I said “for swatting me with your suit”, and Doug said “but Cheryl did it too”, and I said, “yeah, but she didn’t hit my walking stick”. And with that we were rolling around the sleeping bags, poking each other with our boners. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And I was so incredibly horny I thought I was going to shoot off like that so I quickly rolled off and started looking for my shorts. Doug said, “hey, good idea. You should put away your stick until we need it” and he waggled his eyes like Groucho Marx. I tried to tackle him again but I had my shorts around my knees and fell back on the sleeping bags. And Cheryl called out for us to help with the cooking.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]So we finished getting dressed and climbed out and Cheryl said “what have you boys been up to?” and Doug said “Oh nothing, Steve was just hitting me with his walking stick” and gave me his warm grin. I didn’t know if I was angry or thought it was funny. Cheryl said, let’s just eat now and save that for later.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]So we sat around the camp fire eating and talking about school and camping and how nice it was to be here away from everything. It was really nice and felt great, and I liked having Cheryl there—she made a real contribution to the conversation. But I kept thinking about what it would have been like with just me and Doug, and about what it was going to be like in the tent later, and still felt ill at ease.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]After another hour of talk, and drink—Cheryl had brought some beer and Doug had brought some wine, we decided get some sleep. Cheryl was talking about waking early with the sun and Doug kept hinting about additional night time activities. In any case, we cleaned up, put out the fire and went to the tent.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Doug said “Why don’t we all sleep naked—it’s pretty warm and I think we’ll be more comfortable that way.” Cheryl said “I won’t question your motives, but I agree, besides it’ll save on clothes and laundry. What about you Steve?”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]The thought of seeing Cheryl naked again of course caused me spring another boner. And Doug too! I didn’t know where this was leading, but I guess I was in. I decided to be bold. So I said “okay, sounds good to me” and started pulling my t-shirt over my head. When I had gotten it off I saw that everyone else had started undressing as well. This was getting to be interesting![/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Doug finished undressing and lay down in the center of the sleeping bags. His boner laying flat on his stomach reaching up towards his belly button. It was a gorgeous site. I stood there, looking at him and then at Cheryl. Cheryl was now undressed and she lay down next Doug, and the two them were looking up at me with big smiles. Doug with his hands behind his head. I honestly didn’t know who too look at, both sites were a major turn on.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I think my preference really was Doug, though Cheryl was a novelty; but, I didn’t have much time to consider because Doug gave me a kick in the shin and said “hey earth to Steve, wanna join us?” Cheryl giggled a little at this and I blushed and quickly lay down next to Doug.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]So there we were, the three of us, lying there naked on the sleeping bags next to each. I could feel Doug’s leg against mine and it wasn’t making my hard-on get any softer. I was just looking straight up, wondering what was going to happen next, and desperately wanting to look at Doug and Cheryl but I felt I should just wait and see what they did.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]It felt like hours, just lying there, feeling my boner throbbing against my stomach, wondering what was going to happen, feeling my heart thump. I was listening as best I could to the sounds in the tent, and all I heard was everyone’s breathing. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And then I felt Doug shift and turn. It was no long his leg pressed against mine, but is his rear pushing into me. I know it’s silly. But I lay there processing this new information. The sensation of his ass against my leg—I liked it. the notion that he must be on his side. And facing away from me. And facing Cheryl. And I was wondering what he was doing. All my senses were alert, every nerve tingling with anticipation, wondering what was going on.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I then heard “mmmmmm, nice” coming from Cheryl. So Doug was obviously doing something. I heard more rustling and then what I guessed to be kissing sounds. I figured Cheryl had rolled on her side facing Doug. At this point I got really brave. Making sure not to move my arm or leg, I lift my head a little and turned to see what they were up to. I could see Cheryl’s arm over Doug’s back, lightly caressing him.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And again I didn’t know if I wanted to stay or flee. I was incredibly turned on by all of this. But I was also feeling like that third wheel, feeling really left out and angry and betrayed. This was supposed to a trip with me and Doug and now I’m lying here while they have a good time. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]As horny as I was, and turned on by them, the anger really started to build. I was thinking about the trip in the car and our talk about the three of us together. And it seemed that both Doug and Cheryl hinted at activity involving all three of us. At this point I didn’t even know if I wanted that. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And I guess maybe my legs or arms were moving a little with the anger or something because Doug rolled over just then, facing me. I could feel his boner pressing into my leg. I really charged me up. He put his hand on my arm, looked into my arms and said very softly “Steve, you want to switch places with me?”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I didn’t move. His touching me felt great. And I could tell he was concerned, but I sure as hell didn’t want to ‘get in the middle’ and break things up. That didn’t really make any sense to me at all. In fact none of this made sense and didn’t know what I wanted and my boner started going down and I was real close to crying.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Doug by now was gently sliding his hand up and down my arm. He then reached out a little and stroked my face and chest and he said “ you know, we always said this was the three of us. And it is. I was wrong to start it off that way. It was just easy. Cheryl was there, it’s what we do together, and so I did it. But I’m sorry. We want you a part of this and I really want to switch places with you[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I was still close to tears and feeling angry at being close to tears. I knew Doug was doing the right thing and wanted me to feel good, and I have to admit I like his hand touching me, but I was still angry and flustered and confused. But even if Doug’s charm wasn’t working directly on my emotions it was working on another part of me, and Doug noticed.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]He turned his head towards Cheryl and said “Steve wants to go hiking.” And Cheryl said “What, NOW?”. And Doug said, “well he’s got his walking stick out.” Cheryl just groaned and then she said “I have an idea, maybe we can take turns polishing his walking stick until it shines”. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]All this time I’m still just lying there while Doug is running his hand up and down my chest. He said, “I know a faster way of making it shiny”, and with that he leaned down gave my boner a few licks. By now I’m starting to like this more and more.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Cheryl starts climbing over Doug and says “are you going to have all the fun or can two play?” Doug then stops and gets all serious for a minute looks at me and says “well Steve? What do you say? Shall we all play? Are you okay with this?”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]At first I thought he was playing with me some more and then I realized he was serious—he sensed how upset I was, wanted to bring back into things, but only if I wanted to. This made me feel a heck of a lot better.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I looked up a the two of them. Cheryl’s breasts were resting on Doug’s arm and looked very enticing. And of course her face was just above that. I looked at the two of them and said “I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never really even fooled around before with one person let alone two. I have no idea what to do, but I guess I would like to try.”[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Cheryl just said “Yeaah”, but Doug said “Look Steve, I know you don’t have much experience with girls, but we fooled around together and all you had to do was what felt good and came naturally—I was great being with you, I really enjoyed and wanted to do it again. I’m sure Cheryl will feel the same way after tonight. So just relax, do what feels right and feels nice and relax and have a good time.” Cheryl looked at Doug and said “are you done with fine speeches? Can we have some fun now? Why don’t you move over and let me get close to Steve?”[/FONT]
[FONT=&quot]So the next thing I know instead of me being in the middle, it’s Cheryl. She’s facing me and touching me and Doug is behind her and running his hands over her from behind. I tentatively reach out and touch Cheryl’s shoulder and arm and then her left breast. It’s amazing. It’s real different from touching Doug. Cheryl seems to like what I’m doing, though I don’t really know, but goes “mmmm” and then shocks me by leaning in for a kiss. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]We start kissing and Cheryl reaches down and starts rubbing my boner, which is hard as a rock and ready to go off. I slide my hand down reaching for pussy, wondering what’s going to be like and what I’m supposed to do and if I’m going to like it. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]And I feel a hand there. And I sort of freeze, and then I start to giggle. I realize it’s Doug’s hand since obviously can’t be mine or Cheryl’s. He got there first. Cheryl says “you know, giggling isn’t all that romantic sounding”. And Doug chimes in and says “he was reaching for you and found me instead”. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Cheryl giggled at that too. And then Doug asked if we were ready. I didn’t know what he was talking about, but Cheryl did and she said yes. The next thing I know I fee Doug’s hand on my boner. He’s pulling on it and I say “Hay Doug, don’t pull it off”. And Doug says softly, “just follow me Steve, let me guide you in.” And I realize what he was trying to do.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Suddenly I feel this warm pressure around my boner, like nothing I felt before, even better than Doug’s mouth, and I thrust my hips like five times really fast off I go. Panting and growling and shaking poor Cheryl. It was so incredibly intense. Doug reaches around Cheryl and grabs a hold of me and there we are in like this three way hug. It’s kind of cool. And then I feel him thrusting, and feel his boner between her legs hitting into me, and he’s shooting off all over me and Cheryl. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I reach around Cheryl and this point and try to hold Doug and I feel Cheryl thrusting and feel Doug’s hand on my stomach and realize his doing something to Cheryl and I’ll have to learn what, but it’s obviously making her feel like we just felt and then we all just collapse in a heap, arms and legs all intertwined. [/FONT]

 

[DonQuixote]

Dear p1044nsf,
A GREAT pair of chapters. I felt like the fly on the wall in the tent and the campsite.

You write very well. You draw us into the scene with the characters.

We WANT to be in the scene with the characters.

Oh, Young, HUNG, Love. To have had a guy friend I could have been that close with, and a Girlfriend that understanding and into sharing.

A veritable wet dream, extraordinaire!

Guys, If you haven't yet, Please take a minute to RATE this THREAD for p1044nsf, so everyone can see what a great storyteller he is. The top of the page on the right, if you're not sure how.
Thanks, again, p1044nsf, for taking the time and effort to craft this story of friendship, love, and exploration for us.

 

[glorff]

I wasn't sure how I would feel about where this story was going, but my "Walking Stick" sure is.

Great story and I rated it too

Thanks

 

[King08]

My "Walking Stick" stands ready.

 

[hardreader]

I continue to be amazed, enticed and completely turned on by this story. You've nailed your characters dead solid and played them true. You've built excruciating anticipation and gotten me really fucking turned on. Thanks.

 

[p1044nsf]

Sorry about the long delay. Here's a very brief chapter just to keep things going. Feedback would be appreciated about the story as a whole--likes, dislikes. What am I doing wrong, where to improve. Is the direction of the story okay? Pacing? etc. Thanks.

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I guess we all drifted off to sleep. Because I start waking up and felt all this pressure on me and for a minute I don’t know where I am. And then I remember it all and I’m immediately horny and of course have a morning boner anyway.

The light is just streaming in through the tent and I’m holding my head up looking Doug and Cheryl and wondering how I’m going to extricate myself form them. I have to go so I just started sliding myself out and feel a pulling on the skin—and I remember Doug shooting off on me between Cheryl’s legs, and this makes my boner throb even more.

I keep sliding and I’m looking at Doug and realize he’s looking right back at me and smiling. He holds his finger up to his lips for me to be quiet. I continue to slide out and crawl to the door and climb out of the tent. I realize I don’t have any clothes on, but there are no campsites nearby and I start walking away from the tent toward a tree to relieve myself.

I am standing by the tree, holding my boner and thinking of last night and not getting anywhere with pissing when something touches my leg and I jump and start swatting. And it’s Doug standing there with a smile and his finger at his lips so I won’t make any noise.

At least he scared me enough that my boner went down, so I go back to the tree and start pissing and Doug is standing next me joins in. And when we finish we stay like that, our legs touching. And I am immediately hard again and look down and Doug and he is too, which makes me harder and look up at his face and he’s smiling at me and he whispers “this is real nice, isn’t it?”

I don’t know if he is referring to the woods or the camping trip or our standing there side by side, but it all of it sure is and I nod yes and then we hear noises behind us and I turn my head and see Cheryl climbing out of the tent.

“What are you boys up to?” Cheryl calls out, and to my amazement and embarrassment Doug just turns around and points at his boner. Cheryl starts laughing and says “Hey Steve, do you have your walking stick with you too?” I’m beet red and too embarrassed to answer to answer, but Doug actually grabs my shoulder and turns me so Cheryl can see.

I can’t believe how casual they are about all of this, and it makes me quite uncomfortable—but it sure keeps me horny. Cheryl says we should have some breakfast before we go for a “hike”, and probably rinse off before breakfast. Doug is arguing for a quick dip in the lake and Cheryl thinks that we should probably go to the showers, and then before Doug can answer her she adds, you know, there are some things easier for a boy then a girl and I think we should all go to the showers and get cleaned up and then have breakfast.

Doug immediately agrees and we pull on our shorts from yesterday, grab some clean clothes and all head off for the camp site showers. They have a single building with a door on one side for the men and on the other for the women. We agree to wait outside for each other.

When Doug and I go in we see on sink, one urinal, one stall, and one shower stall with a curtain and bench. Doug says okay, let’s go and he puts his stuff on the bench, pulls off his shorts and gets in the shower and starts the water.

He’s in there a few minutes, and then sticks his head out from the curtain and says “Well?” I ask “Well, what?”

What are you waiting for?

Huh?

Get in?

Get in? With you?

Yeah, come on. There’s only so much hot water.

What if someone comes in?

We’re only saving hot water, what’s the big deal. They’ll appreciate it.

You're crazy.

Come on.

Really?

Yeah?

So I pull off my shorts and climb in and Doug stands aside so I can get wet and then I fell his hands sliding over me and he’s soaping me up and I’ve sprung a boner again and I’m hard as a rock. And we hear the door open and slam shut to men’s room.

Doug put’s his finger to his lip again—he seems to always be telling me to be quiet—though I am not about to announce to whoever just walked in that I’m in the shower with Doug and I have a boner. Doug gently pushes me aside and quickly rinses and then pokes his head out of the curtain and says “almost done”.

And I hear “no fair playing without me” and it’s Cheryl. Doug starts cracking up and I’m furious and start punching him and he starts yelling at me to quit it and Cheryl wants to know what’s going on.

Doug tells me to calm down and opens the curtain and tells Cheryl he talking me into joining him in the shower, started soaping me up, I got hard and we heard the door—we didn’t know it was Cheryl.

At this point Doug is standing naked next to the bench, I’m in the shower, but I just turned it off because it was starting to get cold—Doug was right about sharing the hot water! And Cheryl is sitting on the bench, her face almost level Doug’s crotch. When the door slams again.

I’m wondering what’s going to happen and I’m looking back and forth between Doug and the guy who just walked in. He looks a little older than us, and he’s got a towel over his shoulder so he’s come for the shower too. He walks in, looks around sort of taking it all in starts to walk towards the shower, and I can sort of see the wheels turning inside his head as looks at the one stall and Cheryl on the bench and me in the shower Doug standing there in front of her. And Doug has made no move to wrap his towel around his waist or hand me my towel.

The guy walks up and Doug says “Hi, I’m Doug, and this is Cheryl and Steve. We’re all done and will be out of you way in a minute so you can have the shower”. I’m just amazed at this. Again he is just so casual about all of this and for some reason this makes me hard.

The guy says “No hurry, I’m Jim. Are you all camping out around here?”

Doug answers “we are at site 19, down the road by the lake”

Is that the real private site?

Doug with a smirk on his face “sure is”

Anyone else in your party?

Just us for now.

Cheryl gets up and says “why don’t I go wait outside, I really wasn’t expecting anyone else and don’t want to be a bother”
Jim says “you’re not bothering me, please. There’s no reason to separate now, you’re already here.”

Cheryl turns to me and says “Steve, why don’t you get out of the shower and let Jim use it?” I’m just standing there, sort of shocked, but by now my boner has subsided some so I shrug my shoulders and start to step out of the shower.

Cheryl has picked up my stuff from the bench and Doug has his stuff in order to make room for Jim. And Jim has put his towel and bag down on the bench, steps out of sneakers and then says to nobody in particular “I guess there is no reason to be shy. He’s now standing right in front of me. I still haven’t moved away from the shower. And Jim just pulls his t-shirt off and drops his shorts and is standing naked in front me.

He’s got really broad shoulders and tapered waist and I’m staring, and Jim says, “you staying or going?” and for some reason this gets Doug laughing and I just sort mumble sorry and start looking for my shorts on the bench and Cheryl calls out “come on Steve, I have your stuff”.

And the three of us head on out of the shower, and I turn back as the door is closing and Jim standing there facing us, naked, with a big smile on his face and gives me wink, as the door slams behind me and we head back to camp.

Somewhere in all of this Doug had gotten dressed without me noticed and he says to Cheryl, “Steve was so shy just yesterday, and now we can’t even get him to put some clothes on”.

I get really angry at this and jump at him and yell ‘give me my shorts” and he evades my grasp, laughing. And I run at him again and tackle him to the grass and he says “okay, okay” laughing so much he can barely catch his breath. And there I am sitting on his chest, naked, and he’s dressed, and Cheryl walks over says “is this what you want” and she dangles my shorts just out of reach and of course I lunge and miss. And jump up to get them and as I started moving towards Cheryl, she tosses them to Steve, who at this point is standing up behind me.

Now I’m really am starting to get mad. I never liked this game, no matter which side I was on. It’s bullying and mean and I never saw anything fun in it. I just stop and look at them both and say with real anger, “fine, you’ll just have to look at me naked then” and I start walking off to the tent.

I hear Cheryl’s and Doug’s footsteps a few feet behind me but I’m not looking back and I don’t care. I hadn’t really thought about the fact that we still had a fifteen minute walk back to our site and would be crossing a trail on the way. And that maybe others would be on their way to the facilities. But sure enough as I turn the bend there are two girls in hiking shorts and halter tops approaching me.

One is a small red head, with very pretty eyes, and curvy hips. The other is blond, and while her face and eyes were not as pretty as her friend’s, her body was a little bigger, a little softer, a little curvier, and a little sexier. And while I’m observing them, their observing me. The red head says “nice hiking outfit you have on”.

At his point I turn bright red, because for some reason while standing there looking at them I sort of forgot that Cheryl and Doug had my clothes. I’m incredibly embarrassed, but also, too my surprise and consternation, a little turned on by the situation. As they are looking me over and feel myself stirring and then hear footsteps behind me and realize it must be Doug and Cheryl.

Doug comes up and “So, Steve, who are you’re new friends”. They giggle just a little and the red-head says “Hi, I’m Barbara, and this is Sal, and we were just admiring Steve’s hiking outfit”. Doug looks me, as if he’s seeing me like this for the first time, he with a big smile he says “Yeah, we like it too. This is Cheryl. I think we especially like his hiking stick.”

And I want to know I’m always getting these boners at all the wrong moments and why everyone has to keep pointing out and looking. But I realize that no one is really making fun. And with everyone staring, my ‘hiking stick’ decides to jut out little more to make sure everyone takes full notice.

At this point Cheryl says “nice meeting you, but we have to get back to our camp site. Come on guys, let’s go. And she starts walking ahead. And Doug looks at Barbara and Sal, gives them a wink and smile and says “see ya” and follows behind Cheryl. I’m still sort of frozen there a moment and then guess I better get going to and say goodbye.

Barbara asks how long we are camping and which site and I tell 19 and start off after Doug and Cheryl. Sal calls that maybe they’ll catch us later. I’m starting to wonder just what kind of camping trip this is going to be.

 

[DonQuixote]

P1044NSF,
About the only thing WRONG you've done is switching to a smaller Font, so it's harder to READ for us old farts! LOL

Seriously,
You are crafting a great Summer Outing filled with lots of fun and adventure and open relationships among the three of them --

And maybe the new guy, and the new girls, 3 + 3 = 6 could be one helluvan Orgy at the "Private" camp site.

It might not be so private tonight!

I am anxiously awaiting your next installment - hot on the heels of you publishing this one!

Thanks, again, for taking the effort to work on crafting a great story for us.

 

[Rule-Of-Thirds]

I absolutely love it and think you're doing everything right. Your story is fantastic!

 

[harry113]

Oh! This is GREEEAT!! Thank you
What fun!! A Nudist camp site!!
More please
Harry

 

[p1044nsf]

Thanks for the positive feed back. It's a real help to know if the story is being read and enjoyed. This chapter takes a little bit to get going--i'm trying to setup some emotional groundwork so i hope you'll give it some patience. As always, feedback appreciated.


So we get back to camp and I go into the tent and grab some shorts to put on—I’m angry again at the whole game. And when I come out dressed Doug and Cheryl look at me and then at each other and no one says anything but I think they can sense that I’m not happy.

Over breakfast we are discussing the days activities. Doug was suggesting we rent a canoe, but i suggest a long hike. I don’t like the idea of someone in the middle in the canoe, nor being stuck out in the sun like that. I also want a chance to sort through some of my feelings of all that’s been going on and a good hike would I think would help.

Cheryl says I bet you just want to use your walking stick. I know she’s just playing, but it’s not having that effect. Doug seems to sense that because he quickly answers before I can that a hike would be great and asks who has the map. We all gather around the trail map on the table to pick our hike for the day.
I want it to be long and fairly strenuous, which means carry food and water with us and planning it out carefully. Everyone agrees, and we pack a lunch, grab our gear and start out.

At first there is very little talk, just some light banter, most between Doug and Cheryl. And then Cheryl starts talking about the terrain and types of trees and plants we are passing. I didn’t know of this and I didn’t know she know about this stuff.

It turns out her family likes hiking and they always try to do some research before going hiking and she remembers a lot of it from previous hikes nearby and she researched this site before we came up here. Before you know it we’ve been hiking and talking and looking for three hours and we are hot and sweaty and ready for brief break and snack.

We found a nice spot to sit down and Doug passes around the gorp and I pass around the water. After a few minutes of quit Cheryl says “so about this morning, I’m sorry to have upset. Honestly, I’m not even sure just what did upset. But whatever it was, I am sorry. I didn’t want to do anything expect play and make you happy”. Doug chimes in at the point and says “Yeah, Steve, so what was that al about? You seemed really angry, and seem to still be carrying some of that anger now. Was it the shorts, or the shower, or was it last night?”

As always, Doug seemed to hit the nail on the head. Was it shorts, the shower, the sex? What was I supposed to say? I was pretty pissed about the shorts, but I if I was honest with myself, I knew that wasn’t really what was bothering me. And last night in the tent was pretty mind blowing, I didn’t even have fantasies like that. But again, if I was honest, it did leave me a bit uncomfortable, and I didn’t know why. And then there was the shower. Jim, with the broad shoulders, big pecs, tapered waist, sexy smile. Was I attracted to him—well I can’t deny that, but I don’t know that I like it.

And what about Barbara and Sal? I have to admit they were cute. And I kind of liked having them look at me naked, though I don’t know why I liked it. Did I want to do something more with them? I think so, but I’m not sure.

And then there’s Doug and Cheryl, so in tune with each, so solicitous of me, and Doug always reading me. And even Cheryl—she was the one to apologize. They are both terrific friends but boy is my head swimming.

I don’t know how long I sat there not answering, but I feel Doug’s leg brush mine is lean’s over and tilts my head up to look into my eyes. I look at him, and then at Cheryl who’s watch me and Doug from only a few feet away. Doug smiles at me and says “let’s not talk now, let’s walk instead. We’ll save the talk for later. It’s all cool. Sometimes walking is better than talking.” And with that he stands up and offers me his hand to pull me to my feet. And then turns to Cheryl and pulls her up and we gather our stuff and start walking again.

And I want to know how Doug got to be so smart. I do want to talk about it. I don’t want to now and I don’t know if want to with Doug—though if not with Doug than who? But in any case, I just need some time to process it all and walking is what I need and somehow Doug knew this and I’m grateful and in awe of him.

Cheryl grabs Doug’s hand and then offers her other hand to me so we can all walk together—again that effort to be inclusive. I’m please she offered, but I say “no, it’s okay. You walk ahead a little and I’ll follow”. And nothing more is said and off they go.

The walk is incredibly beautiful. I’m seeing something of the things that Cheryl had pointed out earlier. And then I start thinking about Cheryl, and last night. And running my hands on her chest and rubbing, squeezing and licking her nipples. And Doug guiding me into her. I laugh silently to myself because of course I now have my walking stick with me!

I remember how great it felt but I also remember thinking that I liked touching Doug even more and when I felt him shooting off onto me from between Cheryl’s legs, it really gave me a charge. So did I like men more then women, or just Doug more than Cheryl?

Which led me to this morning’s little adventure. I was really turned on by Jim. I did find him hot. I though Barbara and Sal were cute and sex, and could imagine doing things with them, but it somehow wasn’t the same—it was Jim I thought was really hot. If I had to pick someone coming back to our campsite, I would hope for Jim. So what does this mean for me and Doug and Cheryl?

And at that point I went sprawling on the trail, having tripped over an extend root. I clearly wasn’t paying attention. I lay there stunned, not so much from the fall itself as from the shock—I didn’t know what hit me. Doug and Cherly were kneeling beside me checking me, looking me very worried.

I looked up, finally getting my bearings and realizing I just was thinking and not looking where I was going and tripped and I told them I was fine. They looked around and Cheryl so some grass slight off to the side behind a few trees and thought we should go over there to rest and check me out. Doug didn’t want me straining to or hurting anything until he had checked anything out and told me not to move.

He look at the spot Cheryl indicated and then took off his shirt and rolled it up and put it under may head and gave the two ends to Cheryl. He said “Steve, I’m going to slide you over to the grass behind those trees, you just relax, and Cheryl will hold year head so it doesn’t bump”

I was going to argue but he gave me that look and thought what the heck. And off they went, Doug pulling my legs and Cheryl hold my head up. It was actually pretty uncomfortable, and I’m sure no doctor would have approved. But a few more steps and we were there.

Then Doug said “now just lay perfectly still while Cheryl and I carefully examine you and make sure you didn’t hurt anything”. And with that he starts gently rubbing left calf and feeling all over my leg below the knee until he gets to my shoe, which he starts to remove. Cheryl is watch is she starts doing the same on my right leg.

I’m not sure what Doug is up to—but I know I like it. When they finish with lower leg and feet Doug starts sliding his hands back up my leg to my thigh and Cheryl does the same on my other leg. Doug goes part way up my shorts and stops and says to Cheryl in a serious tone “everything here seems okay, how about the leg?”

Cheryl says “well, maybe just to be sure, we should switch sides and double check”. Doug thinks this a great idea. And so do I, though I don’t say anything. And Doug and Cheryl trade places and start at my feet gently feeling and massaging running their fingers all over my feet legs up to my thighs. I’m sure though notice my walking stick, but nobody says anything.

Doug than moves up to my right arm and Cheryl my left and they repeat this with my hands and arms. It feels great. I just close my eyes and enjoy the sensation. Doug then tilts my shoulders up and Cheryl has grabbed the base of my shirt and is gently pulling it up and over my head.

Doug says, I’ll go first. And he gently touches and rubs my stomach and feels each ribs and rubs my pecs and nipples and slides his fingers into my armpits and then rubs my shoulders. It feels heavenly. Doug turns to Cheryl and says I think there is no damage here but you should double check.

I close my eyes, waiting for Cheryl’s hands to repeat what Doug’s just did. And all sudden I feel something completely different. I go “Huh” and tilt my head up to see Cheryl licking up and down my chest, pausing at my nipple to lap at it and then nibble gently it. I didn’t know they could feel like that or get hard like that.

Cheryl looks at Doug and says in a serious voice “this is a more sensitive instrument for detection”. And then she continues to lick my down and into my belly button, and she sticks her tongue down into the opening of my shorts, though she can’t reach anything. I want to pull my shorts off, but I know this would break the game so I just let her continue, and she licks up the other side, pausing again at my nipple, sending shivers and waves of pleasure into me and with her nose and face pushes my arm out of the way and starts licking at my armpit.

I’m a bit grossed out by this at first, because it is sweaty from the hike. But Cheryl doesn’t seem to mind and I find there are nerves and sensations there that I didn’t know existed. Cheryl finally sits up and says, well, I think his torso wasn’t damaged.

Doug says “that’s quite a relieve. Let’s gently check his scalp and ears and make sure his head is on straight.” How he says this with a straight face I don’t know. And I keep my lips pursed tightly together.

They both give me gentle scalp massage, which also feels wonderful. I’m beginning to think I could lie here all day—except my boner is straining at my shorts and demanding some attention.

Cheryl says very gently but seriously “I don’t’ think it’s on quite straight” and Doug says “probably not, but that is probably a pre-existing condition, and I think we should make sure the rest of him is okay”

Cheryl says “Oh, I think he’s fine and probably just needs a rest—you can see that his eyes are closed. Shall we just go for a walk and come back in an hour or so?”

Doug says “That’s a great idea, but hold on a minute, I’m going to borrow his walking stick” and with that he starts a sputtering laugh that he is trying to stifle.

And I realize that Cheryl was joking about leaving because I already feel her hands on stomach as she unsnaps my shorts and lowers the zipper. Doug is then pulling off my shorts and Cheryl says “it’s quite a nice walking stick, isn’t it?”
Doug says “yeah, it’s okay, but it seems to be stuck, I guess he doesn’t want to share.” Cheryl responds “I’m sure he doesn’t mind if we play with it, as long we don’t go too far.” She was holding and fondling it gently and said “It’s really quite beautiful.”

Doug said “I guess it’s okay”, with just a tinge of jealousy in his voice, and this really surprised. Up until now I had never sensed any unease or jealousy in Doug. Cheryl looked up and Doug and smile at him and said “don’t be jealous, I haven’t seen that many up close I find them quite marvelous. But yours is the best because it is attached to you. You have nothing to worry about”

Doug said “no, no, it’s okay. I agree. Steve’s is quite nice. I like holding it too” That one shocked me—I hadn’t expected anything like that. Cheryl’s response was to say “come on over here and help me check it out and make sure Steve isn’t hurt. I think you should use the more sensitive detecting instrument”

I was wondering if Cheryl meant what I thought she meant, and if Doug was going to do this in front of her. But I didn’t have long to think about anything because next thing I know Doug is kneeling down next to me, holding my walking stick and running his tongue up and down and all around, again and again. Driving me wild and getting me very close.

He then says “I think a full sensor is in order” and sucks my entire boner into his mouth all the way down his thrown, all the way to the root. I gasp, Cheryl gasps, he bobs up and down, I gasp and shout, and shoot, and Doug gasps and let’s go for air and Cheryl says “Wow”. And I say “wow”. And smiles and says, “yeah, wow”.

 

[DonQuixote]

Dear p1044nsf.:
I think it's great that Steve has such caring, concerned friends.

Making sure every square inch of his body is OK, and properly sensitized,
then prioritizing and helping to relieve a little excess pressure --
and getting a quick protein pick-me-up in exchange for their efforts.

Maybe Steve will pick up on the I think it's on a little crooked -- but that may be congenital - HAS to refer to him being a bit out of sorts and needing to get his head around the wonderful things on offer for their collective relationship.

I was close, but close was a mile, on a relationship like that in a bygone life.
He just wanted another notch on his cock for getting into my GF, and I knew it,
so I never continued the banter.

I did try to explore singular possibilities later, after an evening of libation, and it became clear where his head was on THAT subject.

I'm thoroughly enjoying your crafting of this story.
Thank you for taking the time to work it for us, and for sharing your innermost
thoughts and fantasies with us.