Heading down the path, Steve and I continued to discuss our delightful afternoon and started to talk about getting together after we returned home. I had always liked hanging out with Steve since he was more open and honest about his feelings. I also knew that of the three guys, he would be the one that I could see myself starting a real relationship with, but I wouldn’t mention that after just an afternoon together.

As we approached the lake, Steve pointed to Bob and John out on the lake in a rowboat fishing and commented, “Just like a couple of guys, got their rocks off and now they couldn’t care whether we’re alive or dead.”

Chuckling, I replied, “Well then, let’s get our own boat and tease them until they want more.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Steve said and continued, “Let’s get a canoe instead of a rowboat so that we can out-run them when they decide they want us.”

After we rented a canoe, we pushed off and headed straight for the two of them. Since no one else was immediately around, we mooned them as we glided past and said, “If you want some more of this, you‘ll have to catch up with us.”

Without a thought, John put down his fishing rod and started rowing after us like a mad man. Bob was still reeling in his line and nearly fell out of the boat while John had that rowboat cranking. We had purposely drifted to a stop to let them get close before we took off too and headed towards the opposite shore. Once we got a good lead, I undressed and lay back on the seat with my legs spread wide and hanging over either side of the canoe like a wanton slut.

Knowing that we had a good minute or two lead, I invited Steve over with, “Bring that cock over to my mouth and let me suck you while we wait for them to get close.” Steve did just that, and I slowly turned the boat with my hands in the water so that our pursuers would have a tantalizing view. As Steve eased his cock in and out of my mouth, I swear that John and Bob had their rowboat up on plane.

Our one to two-minute lead evaporated rapidly, and Steve quickly pulled out of my mouth so that we could start paddling. By the time we got going, they had got to within twenty feet. John dove out of the rowboat towards our canoe, but we quickly pulled away and left him to swim back to his boat. We continued to head for the other side of the lake when we spotted a small cove off to our left and headed that way.

As we entered the cove, I looked back and realized that I couldn’t see the guys so I told Steve, “Let’s wait here for a minute so that they can see where we’re going.”

Steve countered, “If we make them search for us, then we can have more time alone before they come to ravage us.”

Loving Steve’s idea, I started paddling toward the shoreline at the back of the cove. Once we pulled ashore, I grabbed my backpack and unpacked the blanket and some lube packets. I spread the blanket while Steve got undressed and then we fell into a side-by-side sixty-nine. We started slowly sucking each other's cocks until they hardened, then Steve moved to my scrotum.

I followed his lead, and we both began licking all over each other’s sacks until I sucked him into my mouth completely. Soon we both had our mouths full and were gently rolling each other’s balls around while licking them all over. It was then we both heard John yell, “There they are, at the back of that nook!”

Knowing that our alone time was coming to an end, we almost simultaneously released each other’s scrotums and moved down further for a good rimming. My initial intention was just to lube him up nicely and enjoy pleasing him until John and Bob arrived to fuck us. Steve had another idea and really got into it by spreading my cheeks wide and burying his face and tongue as far as he could.

With Steve’s tongue really working me over, I spread his cheeks and returned the favor. When Bob and John finally came ashore, they found us locked in a ravenous sixty-nine that had us both plunging our tongues into each other maniacally. With our arms and legs tightly wrapped around each other, there was no way for the two to get in on our fun.

After watching us for a few minutes and stripping down themselves, John finally asked, “Are you two going to let us in on the fun?”

Pulling my face away momentarily I replied, “Not right now, so go play with each other,” then quickly went back to pleasing Steve. After another minute or two of watching us while jerking off, Bob and John decided to lie down and please each other in their own sixty-nine. Fortunately for me, they lay behind Steve, so I got to see them go at each other.

They opted for a top and bottom sixty-nine with Bob on the bottom, which left John’s face not too far from mine as he bobbed up and down on Bob’s cock. I tried to watch them a little, but it was difficult with my face buried between Steve’s cheeks while I tongue-fucked his loosening ass.

Steve and I had been going at it for about ten minutes, and he had me right at the edge. I was pretty sure I had him close too when he suddenly slowed down to a light lapping around my entrance. Just as I was about to complain Steve said, “Okay guys, each of you get behind one of us and slide in while we suck each other off.”

John jumped off of Bob in seconds and quickly slid in behind me and then into me while Bob did the same to Steve. As the two of them started fucking us, Steve whispered to me, “I wanted you to cum in my mouth… that’s why I stopped,” just as he sucked my cock into his mouth. As John moved around into a different position, trying to get better leverage to fuck me senseless, I swallowed Steve’s cock.

With the two of them pounding us like they hadn’t fucked anyone in weeks, it didn’t take long before I was filling Steve’s mouth and soon after he was filling mine. About a minute after we had cum, Bob started cumming in Steve, but John just kept pounding me like a madman. So that John could get traction and finish up, I asked Steve, “Can you please back up a little so that I can get on my knees?”

Steve reluctantly released my soft cock from his mouth and rolled away while I got up on my hands and knees and told John, “Jackhammer away, you spastic fucker,” and that’s exactly what he did. Within about two minutes, he was squirting another load of cum into my sore and happy ass. After much panting and gloating about how good he fucked me, John finally pulled out and rolled onto the blanket.

As if on cue, Steve came over, rolled me onto my back, and put his tongue between my legs, and lovingly cleaned me out. By now, Bob was dressed, and he said to John, “Let’s leave these lovebirds alone for a while and go catch some fish for dinner.” John pulled on his t-shirt as he followed Bob back to their rowboat to continue fishing. After about ten minutes of Steve’s gentle tidying of my nether regions, he finally slid up, and we began kissing while our limbs entangled until we became one.

We continued to kiss softly, and eventually, we both succumbed to blissful sleep.

. . . . .

Waking sometime later to the feel of a warm rain was intoxicating. Feeling the drops hitting our naked flesh and running over us just got us kissing all over again and wanting each other even more. After a bit more cuddling and kissing, we decided that we should probably start heading back before it got too dark to find our way.

We reluctantly picked up our belongings, and not bothering to get dressed, jumped in the boat. The light rain continued as we paddled nonchalantly across the lake until we reached the pier where we tied off the boat and headed for Bob’s cabin. Along the way, we went from holding hands to holding cocks to fondling asses until we finally arrived.

Once inside we found John watching TV while Bob was starting to fry the fish and said, “Why don’t you two go take a shower and then put some clothes on, dinner should be ready in about thirty minutes.” Looking at each other with evil little grins, we each grabbed our bags and headed to the bathroom together. When Bob saw us going into the bathroom together still naked, he piped up, “I didn’t mean for you two to shower together, you horn-dogs!” as we slowly closed the door while smiling wildly.

Knowing that we only had thirty minutes to get cleaned up and dressed, we showered together but kept the playing to a minimum. We did, however, make sure that every little nook and cranny was cleaned properly and thoroughly. Once finished, we quickly dressed and headed out to the kitchen to see if we could help Bob.

He was baking the fish with a lemon-pepper and garlic seasoning and had some mashed potatoes and broccoli for sides. Steve helped with the cooking as John and I set the table and got the drinks. Once we were all seated and enjoying the freshly caught bass, Bob raised his beer for a toast and said, “Here’s to good friends and great sex,” which left us all laughing hysterically.

Then John spoke up with, “Since we have enjoyed each other so completely, Bob and I decided that a few old-style sex games would make the evening more exciting. What do you guys think?”

Steve and I looked at each other and said, “We’re in.”

To be continued . . .