Yes, that's Jessie and Ken

Bang! Bang! It's the 4th of July!

Sometimes ya just can't get too much of a good thing

A holiday report from the 'ol man, Jay himself

Anticipation. The sun was just a faint glow when the first shell burst. A white flash lit the sky to the south and then bright gold and red sparkling streamers shoot out forming an umbrella that slowly faded. Seconds later we heard the boom. At almost the same instant a flare of light came through the trees to the north of the pasture. Fourth of July, 1999 was upon us.

Ken and I stood swiveling our heads trying to catch all the displays from the small towns around. Jessie sat and then lay back to study the star sparkled night as it slowly took over from the fading sun. Once in a while he would turn to look when Ken or I gave out a whoop at some super high or brilliantly multicolored rocket's explosion.

As it grew darker and darker Ken and I drew closer and closer. Jessie snaked over to rest his head on my left and Ken's right foot. Hugging each other we continued checking the wooded perimeter of the open glade for more fireworks. Jessie's hand reached up to rest on the back of my calf and then stretched up reaching into the leg of my shorts to brush the bottom curve of my left buttock.

I shivered. Ken looked down then at me. He pulled me closer. His eyes were open. A faint smile curled his lips. Then they opened and descended on mine. We stood swaying. The light merger of our lips quickly turned into a hard shoving, body rubbing, deep gasping, passionate kiss. Jessie was now on his knees hugging both of us with his head tunneling, forcing its way between our crushing, grinding lower bodies. What he discovered made him move his hands from grasping and molding on our two pulsing rears. He now had one hand up my shorts and one hand up Ken's with both crabbing their way to take hold of the two hardening cocks he had discovered.

Ken moved back a step, still holding me. His arms had my head captured, unable to disengage from the tongue war raging over Jessie's scrambling. That shift gave Jessie all the room he needed. I felt his hand. I gasped and moaned into Ken's mouth when Jessie's touch and one gentle tug turned my cock into a solid shaft. Ken let out a similar groaning acknowledgment of Jessie's efforts.

This tableau of grasping and straining flesh clothed in little else but tank tops and walking shorts broke apart as a car swung into the lane. Even though it's lights did not reach us we knew they placed us in silhouette to any of the campers in the woods to the left.

"I've seen enough fireworks. Haven't you guys?" Jessie's voice was closer than expected. I opened my eyes to see him standing in front of us. In the faint red glow of the car's tail lights you could see the gleam in his eyes and the smirk on his face. A cute face that right then was contorted by clearly evil intent. He ran his tongue across his lips, a slow sensual act matching the slow movement of his hands down his hips to cross and cup his groin as he trust it at us.

"Race ya to the RV," countered Ken and took off, sun burned legs and arms flailing. I chuckled watching my two holiday gifts racing across the field and into the woods like two school boys. Ken, a sturdy solid 38. Jessie, a slim gawkish 33. Me, their selected 'daddy' for the weekend, a halfway decently preserved 62. So how did this all happen? Would you believe a chat room on the Internet.

I'd gotten tired of games on the net. Had started using a blunt profile giving my age, my interests, some basic stats and an introduction post asking if there were any guys who wanted to really chat with someone like me. Well, it turns out that honesty paid off. Without boring you with details the three of us connected and after a number of nights of cyber jabber agreed to talk for a while on the phone. That clinched it. I started looking for a spot halfway between the boys for us to meet. Even though it was late I did find a great camping spot with a degree of seclusion and privacy, made the reservations, crossed my fingers and set off.

It was even better than the camp owner has said. Everything was hooked up and I had dogs and beans cooking over the fire when the first car arrived. Ken got out, walked over and give me a hug just like he was my long lost nephew. There was that rare instant rapport, a continuation of something that had happened when we chatted. We were constantly finishing each others comments or spurting out the same thought at the same time. For damn sure he looked even better than his pictures.

Jessie had said not to wait dinner. He had to chow down with his brother and the brood and then would be on the road. He must have scarfed down whatever his brother had damn fast. The second car's lights hit us just as we were finishing our plates of seconds and opening the first long necks. Just as if he'd know us all his life Jessie came on over, grabbed a beer out of my hand and chugged it in two gulps.

"Long hard hot drive. Damn that was good. How ya doing Ken? Shit you look to young to be my dad, Jay. So, critique me." With that he slowly turned in the flickering firelight, showing off like a runway model the tee, shorts and sandals outfit he sported. That was Jessie all right. Everything quick, to the point and with a sly twist of humor.

That evening was an exploratory experience. We let the fire die down to a dull glowing bed of embers and sat all three on the same side of the picnic table. The talk was about anything and about everything and about nothing at all. Locked between them I marveled at their instant camaraderie, not a touch of competitiveness appeared. They both had an arm around me -- stroking both me and each other.

When it was pitch dark with just a few sprinkled stars above us Jessie leaned across in front of me to find Ken had done the same. I watched as they exchanged a tentative kiss and then chuckled as it turned into a real suck face event. I took advantage of what was offered and nuzzled into first one ear and then the other, licking and sucking. The boys broke contact as both uttered a few choice words. Turned out that all three of us have an ear thing. I couldn't struggle much caught between them. They locked me inside all four arms and transferred their tongue action to my ears.

While that onslaught was underway another transpired lower down. Couldn't tell you who's hands did what but they had dad's dick out of his pants. Then I really got worked over. Hands were scrubbing my chest, fingers pinching tits, others squeezing and stroking my cock. I was trembling and trying my damnedest to stay quiet -- even though what I really wanted to do was yell for joy, release the wild passion bubbling inside.

I found one dick and then the other with my two hands. Wasn't able to do much constricted as I was within those four arms. But I managed to work both hands up the open legs of two pair of shorts. Seem no one wore underwear. It's a wonder we didn't tip over the picnic table humping like we all three were. One or the other of the boys would take a break now and then to crack open another round of beer.

Everyone admitted that the way things were going no one really needed the beer to free up their inhibitions. We got a good laugh out of how it sure seemed we knew each other and had been through this scene before. Ken wondered if maybe we were Persian court boys in a past life.

"You two maybe, but not me." I noted. "No guy would consider me a boy."

"So you were the faithful eunuch guarding the goodies and teaching them their evil ways."

I took a poke at Ken telling him I'd show him just how much a eunuch I was. He backed off the table's bench, stepped up to the RV's door and dared me. Jessie noted he wanted to see this, opened the door and disappeared inside. Ken and I were right behind him.

Standing there we each looked from one to the other, smiled and like a well rehearsed chorus line started stripping. Clothing, what little there was, was flung away like it was burning the flesh it covered. With a giant three lung sigh we fell into a tangle of limbs on the bed. Hands and mouths eagerly grasped and licked on any available flesh.

I got one brief period where both those young cocks were available. Stuffed my mouth like dick was going to go out of style in 24 hours. Then things shifted. Things were constantly shifting -- including the RV as we got more and more animated in our coupling and tripling. Suddenly there was a lull in the wildness. Ken was nuzzling my ear and I realized he was asking me in a polite but insistent voice to screw him.

"Hey, Jessie boy, you're brother here wants me to fuck his ass. You OK with that?"

At first Jessie's response was impossible to comprehend. He was trying to communicate with Ken's solid 6 1/2" fat cock lodged deep between his lips. When he bobbed up and spit out that tender morsel he grinned at us.

"Only if I get to lube daddy's tool, guide it in and feast on the old man's balls and ass hole while he's humping brother."

One of my dearest fantasies for years was just going to flat out happen. My dick went even harder, stretching that shaft's skin so tight it hurt. I grabbed for the container with the condoms. Jessie was right there. He used his mouth, his lips, his teeth to position and then roll that protective sheath down, leaving it well greased with saliva. Then he took a lick, then another, at Ken's ass.

Laying back, Ken had rolled his rear up, grasping his feet with his hands. Spread wide he watched Jessie get me ready and then let out a contented sigh when that tongue rode across his pucker. When Jessie spit and then rubbed it in, Ken let out a low moan. Jessie was busy slobbering on both of us and pulling me in tight. When he had us aligned he pressed in the middle of my back. Urging me forward he held my cock rigid as it kissed that wet hole. When the head popped in there were three 'oh yah's heard.

Concentrating on Ken's face, trying to read his reactions, wanting to just plunge in but also knowing this was only his third time, I hunched, slowly. Suddenly a bolt of sensual lightening shattered into a million flesh burning sparks. Jessie had moved back, spread my cheeks and bored in with his tongue. I lunged forward as that hot wet invasion entered my own ass hole. Ken's eyes bulged, a look of panic crossed his face and then he cracked the biggest smile I'd seen on him.

"Fantastic. It hurt and then . . . it's fantastic. Fuck me, daddy! Fuck me good. Fuck me hard."

I groaned what could have been a reply or maybe just a comment to the efforts of Jessie. It didn't really matter. "Oh, Fuck! Shit. Yes!"

My body was twisting and turning. Between hunching down into Ken's sweet young tight ass and shoving back to have my own hole slobbered and stabbed by Jessie's tongue I was totally on automatic. I savored every tight squeeze and pulse of that anal chute as I glided in and out. I thrilled to the mind blowing sucking and tongue fucking of my own ass hole. When I backed off, stripped that rubber and started pounding my meat, Jessie was right beside me. Ken lay watching, masturbating just a fiercely.

Almost in unison we cut loose creaming all over Ken's stomach. Ken's wild hand slung a spurt up on me and two on Jessie. After the first two bursts Jessie turned and let his next cum shoot, hit and run down my flank. I turned and together we splattered right on each other's pumping hands. It was an anointment made in the heat of passion: an anointment into a new brotherhood, a new family order.

We collapsed, with some meager swipes using tissue to clean up, snuggling together.

Jessie's voice was strong and quavering with desire. "My turn in the morning."

"Whenever, youngster. You'll get yours. How ya doing, Ken." He was trembling in my arms. I wasn't sure if it was passion dying down or some other after effect.

"I'm fine. Just still feeling it, still wanting it. Never . . . I didn't know it could be like that."

Jessie rolled in and we both locked our lips on Ken's face, meeting at his lips in a really slobbery three way kiss. Then I heard him whisper in Ken's ear. I wasn't sure if I was suppose to have heard that exchange, but I did.

"Told ya this guy would be good for us didn't I. He's a gentleman."

Ken let out a long soulful sigh. "Ohhhhh, yesssss!"

Graphic details are so mundane. Let's just leave it that Jessie got his but he didn't have to wait until the morning light. Then the two of them teamed up on Pops. Propped with their shoulders on the far walls and their asses kissing they presented me with the double prong challenge. Any challenge like that I just have to take. I'm not claiming it was easy. But, man was it fun once I got stretched enough to accommodate my boys. OK, so it was so much fun I went back for seconds the next night. Altogether I suspect we dropped a quart of cum those two days. Even got back from a dip at the campground's lakeside beach and knocked off a quick three way 69 in the morning the second day. Say, is there a number for that?