The Lakehouse 02

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Chapter 2: Best Injury of My Life

Ben’s suggestion was awesome. I smiled big. The confirmation that not only were we all still "good" and not weird about the night before, let alone the fact that the straight guy thought it would be fun to pal around nude all day, gave me a tingle down to my stomach. We all agreed without much hesitation to leave out clothes off and head to the lake to rinse off. We went straight down to the dock, hogs to the breeze, and dove into the lake at the same time. The cold water shocked us awake, rinsing off the sweat and sex and boy smell from the night. Luke splashed me, Olly tackled him off the raft, his balls landing on his neck, and Ben just floated on his back, laughing like a little kid.

When we climbed back out, none of us bothered with towels. The sun was warm, the breeze light and pleasant, and for the first time it felt normal to just stay that way. We sat in the chairs for a bit before padding back up to the cabin bare, dripping just a bit of water across the floor, and rummaged for eggo waffles and orange juice. Luke started toasting them up and the rest of us ate them faster than he made them, just slathering them in butter and shoving them down. Nobody even suggested clothes or put on any.

We spent the late morning lying around the deck chairs, talking about college, eating snacks, our junk out in the open like it was no big deal. Every time one of us shifted or scratched or stretched, it was impossible for me not to notice, but no one really talked about it. One time, I saw Olly get a serious erection while he was checking his phone. I noticed it before he did. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him realize he was hard, then walk inside sort of facing away from the rest of us. He came out ten minutes later with a red face and his dick half hard, clearly drained. He looked at me and sort of blushed, and I just smiled at him. There were no secrets between us, even if one of us needs some privacy sometimes.

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By afternoon, Ben got restless. He wandered inside for a bit, then came out grinning, holding up a jock strap he’d found in my bag. I’d bought it on a whim off Amazon, thinking it looked sexy, and hadn’t told anyone about it. Ben dangled it like a prize while we chuckled along. I wasn't even embarrassed. Then he stepped into it as a joke. The pouch stretched tight, his package filling it out perfectly. He strutted around the cabin deck, bare ass flashing, pretending to model. What started as a gag turned into him actually keeping it on, and the sight of him heading toward the dock in my jock strap was ridiculous.

We told him it was a dumb idea to try to do a canoe alone, but the generally elevated testosterone of the  atmosphere had him amped up, and none of the rest of us wanted to expend the energy to row a canoe to nowhere, so he swaggered on anyway.

“Come on, guys, live a little,” he called over his shoulder, climbing in while we shook our heads from the deck.

I figured he’d last twenty minutes, tops, before giving up and heading mack. But it was only ten minutes before we heard a shout and a loud splash. We all turned to look and found him barely ten feet from the dock, half splashing around like a limp duck. By the time we sprinted down to the dock, Ben was clinging to the flipped canoe, yelling "fuck" repeatedly. Luke dove in, his lean body cutting through the water. Olly and I leaned over the dock. When Ben climbed out using his left arm only, holding his right arm tight to his torso, soaked and sulking, water streaming down his chest and stomach, I knew something was wrong. He winced when we tried to help him up the dock.

“Shit, I think I messed it up,” he muttered, gesturing to his right arm. It was already swelling and there was a cut, a small line of blood escaping down his arm.

The next couple hours were less fun. We had to throw on shorts to drive him into town, which felt like the biggest buzzkill after a morning of freedom. The urgent care waiting room smelled like antiseptic, and the four of us sat awkwardly, bare skin still damp under random clothes we all threw on in a hurry. The nurse took one look and said he’d sprained it badly. They wrapped it in a sling and sent us off with instructions not to do anything stupid, and see a doctor when we got back to town. 

Ben looked miserable walking out, cradling his arm. “Great. Dominant hand gone. You guys are gonna have to take care of me,” he groaned.

Olly laughed. “And wipe your ass, too?”

Ben made an ironic face at him and then scowled, but we could tell he was already thinking about other things he wouldn’t be able to do. When we got back to the house, I was relieved that the clothes came right back off. Ben collapsed on the couch, slinged arm across his chest, his dick flopped to the side. “Guess my week’s shot. Can’t even jerk off now.”

He started to rub himself with his left hand, as if he were actually attempting to jerk off. "It doesn't work with lefty."

No one said anything for a moment. I blurted out, "Did you forget about last night??"

We laughed, but the comment hung in the air for a moment. We were all thinking about what had gone down. I could feel the buzz building again, the way jokes weren’t just jokes anymore. We had a connection now that couldn't be denied.

Ben looked at me with a cocky smirk. "Yeah, I guess maybe we can have a round two."

I nodded. 

"Or, I mean," Olly ventured, "you could try not cumming for one day."

Ben shook his head with a smile. "I don't fucking think so."

The day went on more subdued. No one wanted to die in a freak accident, and Ben's idiocy reminded us that we were mortal, even if we were a bunch of young males that leaned toward recklessness at times. We grilled lunch naked, except for the apron Luke put on after getting spattered with burger grease.

We went back in the lake after stuffing ourselves for the fourth time that day. Ben sat in a chair partially submerged in the water while the rest of us played a hybrid game of water polo and grabass. I even got a finger up Olly's hole a little bit, feeling him tighten around the tip when I got it in. He reached for mine to get me back but all he managered to do was grab a chunk of cheek. Just for good measure, he reached over and grabbed Luke's nuts. He flinched so hard at the unexpected touch that he lurched forward and bumped heads with Olly. Ben laughed from his chair. "Nice one!"

I waded over to them slowly, feeling my free dick sway in the cool water as I checked on them. They were each clutching their heads, and I watched their tensed butts with curiosity as they leaned away from me. When they turned to look at me, I performed my assessment.

"No blood, so that counts as fine."

Afterward, believe it or not, it was time to eat again, and the four of us moved around the kitchen, still nude as it had tacitly become the new normal. Ben sat back, legs spread, his big dick sitting over his low hanging balls in the afternoon warmth, which made his whole package hang lower and look bigger, his sling holding his arm while his body stayed loose. Luke fed him chips, even though his left arm was fine and he could have fed himself. Regardless, Luke kept pushing them between Ben's lips while he pretended to be annoyed, and Olly narrated like a sports announcer, his own cock swinging around with every exaggerated gesture. It was interesting to note how Ben and Olly never really checked out each other's dicks, like Luke and I did. As weird as it sounds, it was a notable awakening to me to confirm that even in nude and sexual scenarios, they don't seem to care about dicks, beyond knowing the size and how they compare, if even that. There really is a natural difference between gays and straight people.

It was stupid and funny, but underneath, my stomach kept twisting every time I thought about the eventuality that we were gonna jerk Ben off.

That night we were back in the living room, lights dim, all four of us sprawled naked across the couch cushions, but Olly and I were sharing a blanket. Ben was stretched out, legs spread, overlapping with Luke's legs and mine on either side. He was looking pretty helpless, but smug at the same time.

"Fuck," Ben finally said, "I haven't gone this long with jerkin it my entire life."

Luke grinned, his body flushed, “I knew you were a fucking freak. It's been less than a day since what we did last night.”

Ben groaned, balls shifting against his thigh. “Are you kidding? I spanked it in the bathroom twice this morning. It's been six hours now."

I chuckled, "Jesus fucking christ. What's the longest you've even gone without jerking it?"

"Well, twelve years!" he said. We all burst out laughing. "But since then," he said between breaths, "I average like four times a day, usually five."

"Oh my god," Olly said, looking suddenly curious, "I don't even know how you do that."

"Practice," he said, nodding, suddenly solemn, "lots of practice."

Luke started looking at Ben's dick. It definitely was getting some blood flow from the conversation, and apparently the length of time since he last came.

"I’ll die, guys. One of you’s gonna have to help me out.” He said it almost jokingly, but his eyes flicked between us like he was testing if we’d bite.

Olly threw a pillow at him, his bare hips flashing out of the blanket as he twisted. “Not me.”

But the silence after was heavy. I swallowed hard. Finally, I said, “I mean, I'd be happy to, actually.”

Ben smirked at me. “You volunteering?”

I answered before even thinking about it. “Yeah. I mean... obviously? Last night was the best night of my life.” I chuckled as I reached for Ben's ivory meat candle.

Luke laughed nervously. “Are we doing this again?” But he didn’t move to stop me.

I scooted closer to Ben, pulling the blanket off Olly, who just watched, his cock hardening despite his words. I was close enough to both of them to feel their heat. Ben didn’t flinch when I slid my other hand down over his thigh and then to his balls. He actually leaned back, eyes closing.

“Let's do this,” he whispered.

It started with me, but it didn’t stay that way. Luke scooted over, muttering, “I need to get in on this.” Olly stayed close, shaking his head but grinning, muttering once, “This is so messed up.”

None of us really expected it to go where it ended up.

Ben’s sling made him helpless in the best way. He let Luke and me touch him, kiss him, play with his body. The helplessness seemed to unlock something in him. It was like he was up for anything. I started slobbering on his dick and felt the blood rush into it until it was steely hard. Luke kissed his pecs and his abs and licked his nipples until I pulled off and let him do it. He deep throated him while I played with his balls and his taint, pressing firmly to make him moan. Luke's slobber dripped down as Ben leaned back and lifted his legs more to give me access. I saw his hole there, and decided that it hadn't gotten enough attention the night before. Straight guys obviously have no instincts for taking it in the ass, so I thought in the current predicament, we should give him a show.

I leaned down to lick his ass, which made him flinch and then melt back into the couch. Luke kept throating his cock, while Ben used his free hand to run his fingers through our hair back and forth, loving the dual attention to his entire downstairs area.

I stood up when I couldn't take it anymore, and my hard dick hovered in the air next to Luke's face. Luke was in the zone and without hesitation sucked my dick while he continued giving Ben a sloppy, wet handjob and I rubbed both Luke's and Ben's bodies. After a minute I pulled out of his mouth and squatted down, lining up to Ben's hole. He kept his eyes closed. I could tell he was flashing back to the joys of the night prior. I pressed in using all the wetness and slobber as lube, while Luke continued pleasuring his big cock. I started to press in but realized I was going to cum already, so I pulled out before I got balls deep. Luke took a cue and replaced my cock, quickly filling him up balls deep. 

I saw the strain in Ben's face, but the joy in his cock was clear as day, and Luke and I took turns opening him up, pushing in deeper while Ben moaned shamelessly, his cock slapping against his stomach when it wasn't being serviced by Luke or me. At one point I told Olly to get on his knees, and he shuffled up and fed his dick into Ben’s mouth while I controlled his body from his ass cheeks. Ben was so far gone, so gooned, he just started sucking casually between moans, his lips stretching around Olly's big cock while he begged for more from behind.

“Fuck, more,” Ben started to beg at one point, his voice partially muffled by Olly’s meat pole pressing into the inside of his cheek. His face was red, his body straining, his cock pulsing and leaking copiously as he took everything we gave him. He looked at me like he dared me to take it further. So I did.

The previous night at the lakehouse, Ben had let me inside him in a moment of abandon. I thought it was just a fluke. But now, with his arm useless, it became the focus. We shifted him onto his stomach, his bare ass in the air, propping his bad arm on a pillow. His hole was literally quivering involuntarily as he spoke.

"Guys, this feels so good. Please keep going."

He actually arched his back, mumbling into a pillow, “Don’t stop. Please.”

Back and forth, we gave him our full attention. Luke was hesitant at first to go rough on him, given his injury, but Ben’s moans pushed him over. Olly stayed on the sidelines, still laughing at the absurdity even as his cock throbbed.

Ben surprised us all by loving it. “Harder. Don’t hold back,” he demanded, and for once he wasn’t playing it cool. He was desperate.

I’d never seen him like that, so open and hungry, but naturally he was calling the shots even from the submissive position. Every time we slowed down, he begged for more. His sling made him look almost vulnerable, but his words were rough and commanding. “Again. Don’t you dare stop.”

The sound of skin slapping skin was loud and obscene and perfect, sweaty bodies sliding together, and Ben’s shameless begging. It was raw, exhausting, almost funny at points when he cursed us out for switching too slowly. But underneath it was something new. He needed our dicks inside him, and admitted it out loud.

Ben finally came while I was pounding him as fast as I could and Luke was milking his cock downward like a cow. I was about right about to stop so I didn't cum, when Ben announced, "I'm done! I'm gonna bust." I decided that was my cue, and fucked him into next week, making sure his insides were rearranged to fit my meat pole. When I pulled out, I watched a white glob follow my cock and leak down onto Ben's balls, which were still pulsing with his orgasm. Luke quickly jumped up to replace my cock in his ass, still holding Ben's cock and slowly stroking it. Luke started to thrust, and I just watched his ass tense as he unloaded into him. It was so hot, I just sat down next to them and watched them both come down from their intense orgasms.

When we finally collapsed back onto the couch, Ben was still panting, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, cock still half hard, covered in spit and goo, resting against his thigh. He grinned weakly. “Okay… yeah. I liked that. Didn’t think I would like it that much, but damn.”

Luke laughed, running a hand through his hair. “All men like anal, dude. Just gotta find the right stimulus. Apparently it's cock.”

Ben chuckled. “Yeah, maybe. I’m honestly not complaining.”

That’s when I noticed Olly, sitting off to the side, fidgeting, his cock still stiff. He hadn’t finished. He’d been half-in, half-out the whole time, watching more than participating. His face was flushed, but his body wasn’t satisfied.

“Olly,” I said. He looked up, startled. “You didn’t…?”

He shook his head quickly. “Nah, it’s fine. I’m good.” But he wasn’t. He was too straight to get there with another guy unless someone else took control.

I stood, grabbed the remote, and flipped on the TV, then casted some porn from the front page of a porn sub. It was loud and titty-heavy, the same type of shit that Olly had gooned like a mad man over when we first jerked it together in December. His eyes widened, then narrowed. He shifted where he was sitting, cock twitching. He was about to touch himself when I stepped over to him. He froze as I knelt down in front of him. I spit on his dick, adding to the pre-cum already coating it, and turned around to straddle him, facing away, pressing down until I felt the head of his dick press firmly against my hole.

“This is...” he muttered without finishing his sentence, as I cut him off by pressing my ass down onto him. It stung when it went in, as expected, especially on the large head of his thick flesh pole. He breathed deeply as I sank down, slow, until he groaned, head falling back. Ben watched casually while Luke watched curiously. The porn blared in the background, moans setting the tone as I started to bounce, and Olly started to grunt a bit uncontrollably. I moved, riding him, until he suddenly grabbed my hips with both hands and pushed me down hard onto the couch.

The switch flipped in him. He started thrusting into me from on top of me. I was prone on the couch, gripping the cushions while he nailed me like a prom night slut, rough, fast, no hesitation anymore. I found a pillow and clung to it, letting him take over. He grunted, shoving me down with every stroke. “Fuck, fuck…”

And then he came, loud and twitchy, pushing deep inside me before collapsing on top of me.

I slid out from under him, my legs shaking a bit. The room was quiet except for the porn still playing. Luke finally laughed, breaking the silence. “Damn, Olly.”

Ben groaned from the couch, still half-naked in his sling, cock limp on his thigh. “Best injury of my life.”

We cracked up, the tension breaking. It was insane and pretty unforgettable. We stumbled off to bed for the night, heading down the hall. I smiled when Ben suggested, "Why don't we all share the big bed again? I mean there's plenty of room."

Olly piped up, "The fuck did you think we were gonna do?"