The Phone Call

I was frustrated Chase wouldn't take the next step. "We've kissed," I told Becca, my best friend, over a bottle of wine at her house. "We flirt all the time at work. But when we go out, nothing happens."

As we opened our second bottle of wine, Becca stole a page from our days together in high school. "Let's crank call him and see what we can find out," she said, setting up an online phone number. Fifteen minutes later, I heard his voice through her computer speakers. Pretending to be a phone sex operator who misdialed, she offered to make it up to him with freebie. He sounded doubtful, but didn't hang-up, and that was all the invitation Becca needed to start digging.

Becca works for a recruiter agency. Part of her job is calling up prospective talent and performing an interview under the guise of being a blog writer fact checking a story for a major professional journal. Before long, I was muffling my shocked gasps, giggles, and surprised shrieks into a throw pillow as Chase made confessions I would have never guessed.

After catching Chase jerking off to gay porn, his last girlfriend called him a faggot and broke up with him. Why was he jerking off to gay porn? Because he had crossed that line a couple of times in his life and liked it. By the end of their call, Chase was jerking off to the idea of being in a bisexual threesome with a guy and a girl.

"Sorry about the phone sex part of things," Becca said when the call was over.

"No, it was hot," I said, knowing I was wet and in need. "Really hot."

"He reminds me of Scott. Remember when he drunk called me during the summer?" Becca and Scott were friends with privileges and their on-again/off-again relationship was too hard to follow. I shook my head. "I know I told you. He drunk called me one night, confused about his sexuality. He said he had just been with another guy and liked it."

"Oh yeah! But you said you didn't believe him."

"I know, but what if he was telling the truth?"

"What if he was telling the truth and the four of us got together sometime?" I asked, laughing.

"Would make for one hell of a game of Truth or Dare."

"Stop it, I'm already wet!"

"We have to get these guys together," she said. I nodded, asking for time to think about it and went home with the idea swirling in my head. Seeing Chase at work made it worse. I imagined him naked, hard, jerking off to the ideas from last night's phone call and it got to me. I lasted until lunch time before I called Becca. "We've got to do this," I told her.



Early enough in summer season for the preserve to be empty, the four of us still hiked well off the trail before setting up our camp for the weekend. In a clearing by a spring fed creek, we pitched a big tent that zippered into three rooms. We spent the night drinking, laughing, and flirting around a nice sized fire. At bedtime, Becca and I shared a zippered room on the left side of the tent and left the guys to share the one on the right side. "You don't think they'll fool around without us, do you?" I whispered to her after climbing into my sleeping bag.

"If they do, I think we'll hear them," she answered and I fell asleep hoping to hear the sounds of them doing more than sleeping.

After a late breakfast, me and Becca went back into town for more beer and ice, giving the guys time to get comfortable with each other. They had no idea what we had planned for them. "You realize they're probably talking about how to get us naked," I said as Becca drove.

"Good," she said. We laughed at how disappointed the guys looked last night when it came time for bed. After an evening of flirting and innuendos, we had left them high and dry on purpose.

In shorts, flip-flops and nothing else, they helped us carry things back to our camping site as the day turned into a scorcher. We followed behind them, staring at their tight butts. "The scenery sure is nice around here," I told Becca, giggling and giving Chase's ass a playful squeeze. Both guys seemed very comfortable with each other. Back at camp, me and Becca stripped down to our bikinis and moved to the sunny rocks near the creek with beer and suntan lotion. When the guys sat on either side of us, we got up and splashed around in the creek for a bit. When we returned to the rocks, we made sure we were flanking the guys.

"Would you put some lotion on me?" Becca asked Scott, turning her back to him. Following her lead, I handed Chase a tube of lotion and turned my back to him.

"You're going to end up with tan lines," Chase said as he smeared lotion of my shoulders.

"I thought guys liked tan lines," I said, playing innocent.

"Mm, no tan lines is always sexier," he assured me, his fingers reaching as far around my side as he could in an effort to caress the sides of my tits.

"What about you?" I asked, turning around. I tugged at his shorts. "You're going to get tan lines, too."

"Yeah, I guess I will," he said, smiling at me. "What do you suggest?"

Becca cut to the chase. "We'll get naked if you do," she said from behind him.

"Damn, that was easy," Scott laughed. He glanced over his shoulder at Chase. "You game?"

"You kidding?" Chase asked, already tugging open his shorts. He hesitated until he saw me pulling the string behind my back. Grinning, he shucked off his shorts as soon as he saw my breasts. While his eyes were on me, behind his back I saw Becca and Scott getting naked, too. If the guys cared about being next to each other, it didn't show and when Chase looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Becca's naked body, I swear I saw him sneak a peek at Scott's equipment, too. Turning back to me, he offered to put lotion on my front, too.

"I think I can manage," I said, laughing and squirting lotion on my palm. I rubbed my hands together, distributing the lotion before cupping my breasts. I felt hard nipples beneath my palms as I watched him watching me. "I like how you're shaved," I told him, noticing his balls were shaved bare and the rest of his pubic hair was trimmed short. He had to pull his eyes away from my tits to give me a surprised look. "What? Did you think I wouldn't look?"

Chase laughed nervously. "Keep staring and I'll have to jump into that creek to calm down." His eyes drifted back to watch my hands.

"Aw, does that mean I'm not allowed to rub any lotion on you?" I purred. Chase looked up to give me another surprised looked.

"You can rub lotion on me," Scott offered to Becca. "I don't care."

Holding the tube of lotion, I looked at Chase. "Well?"

A sly grin grew on his face. "Why not?" he said, giving me a nod.

As the men laid back, Becca shot me a big grin across them. Always more bold than me, she squirted a huge glob of lotion over Scott's cock and balls. "Oops," she giggled. "This might take a while." She started stroking him, not even bothering to cover his hips, waist, or thighs with lotion.

It was the first time I had touched Chase down there, much less see him naked. I started on the faint tan line along his thighs, moved to put some lotion on his hips and waist, and after squirting one more puddle of lotion on my palm, I touched his shaved balls. "That feels good," I said, enjoying the way his smooth balls slipped and slid beneath my fingers. His cock rolled towards the left as it grew thicker and longer. A moan left his lips when caressed it and his cock finished growing until it was long, hard and throbbing on its own. Next to him, Scott was in the same condition.

Across from me, Becca grinned as she looked back and forth from Scott to Chase. Her nipples looked as hard as mine felt. We exchanged discreet nods and stopped our stroking at the same time. We laid back as if nothing was happening. "Hey!" Scott complained. "Why did you stop?"

"That should stop you from getting burned," Becca said, unable to hold back her giggle.

"You're just going to leave us like this?" Chase asked, looking at me.

I moved up to my elbows, looking down at his hard cock. "I think you look sexy like that."

"Come on, Becca, don't do this to me," Scott whined.

"Finish yourself," she told him, handing him the lotion.

"I'm not going to jerk off in front of Chase."

"Ask him nicely and maybe he'll lend you hand," she said. I saw Chase's cock throb. Was that from her suggestion or just a poorly timed throb from what I had done to him?

"Not happening, dude," Chase said, laughing.

"Aw, come on," I said. "That would be hot as hell!"

"Yeah!" Becca said, piling on. "Let him do it!"

"Don't I get a say in this?" Chase asked, his cock raising and falling off the flat of his stomach again. I traced a finger along its length, making it jump again.

Knowing their histories made it easier to tease them. "Aren't you curious?" I asked, still tracing the length of his hard cock with my fingertip. "It could be fun."

"You'd freak if I really did it," he said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"If you're man enough to do it, go for it," Scott said.

Chase looked at Scott. "Dare you," I teased, giving his hard cock a playful squeeze.

"Fuck this," Becca said. Reaching across Scott, she grabbed Chase's hand and put it on top of the other man's hard cock. She held his hand there, rubbing it up and down. When she moved to grab Scott's hand, Chase left his hand where it was. She put Scott's hand on Chase's hard cock. "Now get each other off," she told them.

"What are you going to do?" Scott asked, looking from her to me.

"We're going to watch," I told him, clutching my chest. "This is hot as hell."

"I'd rather help you," he said, moving his hand from Chase's cock to my chest.

After putting his hand back on Chase's cock, I helped him touch Chase. "This is better," I said.

"Admit it, you like it," Becca told him, leaning over and kissing him on the lips.

"I should have never drunk called you," he murmured between kisses.

I snuggled closer to Chase. The rock wasn't very comfortable, but I didn't care. As I kissed Chase, I traced his arm until we were sharing Scott's big cock. "I am so wet," I murmured to him.

"Really?" he asked, kissing me again.

"Oh yeah," I promised. I was, too. My clit was throbbing with its need to be touched. "Tell me he feels good in your hand."

"He does," Chase admitted, his voice soft, low, and desperate sounding, but Becca and Scott were still close enough to hear.

"Does his cock feel as good as the last time you did this?" Becca asked Scott.

"You're a bitch," Scott said, but he followed it with another a kiss before answering. "And yes, it does. He's bigger."

"Size queen," Becca teased, kissing him again.

Chase waited until they were done kissing before he asked Scott, "You've done this before?"

"Yeah, but don't let it get around," Scott said, flashing him a crooked grin. "What about you?"

"At least once," Chase said, downplaying what he had told Becca in her disguise as a phone sex operator.

Reaching across Chase, I felt Scott again, cupping his balls and feeling how tight they were against his body. "I think he's close," I told Chase.

"He's really hard."

"Make him cum for me," I said, squeezing Scott's tight balls as Chase started moving his hand with more urgency.

"So close," Scott groaned between Becca's kisses. Hearing him moan into her mouth, I felt his balls twitch as his orgasm began. I watched it happen, too. His sperm shot from his hard cock, splashing across his chest and stomach in long strands of creamy white. Chase moaned, too, as his orgasm began.

"Oh fuck that's hot!" Becca cried out. Pressing two fingers against her clit, she started rubbing herself so hard I could hear the soft smacking sounds from her wet pussy. Before I had the chance to do the same thing, Chase's hand slipped between my legs, giving me the thrill I needed.

I traced a finger through a strand of semen on Chase's chest. Scooping it up, I was going to eat it but instinctively changed my mind. I put my cum-coated finger inside his mouth and he sucked it clean. I smiled, so close to an orgasm. Reaching across Chase, I scooped up a second finger full of cum from Scott's chest and fed that to him as well. I came as Chase sucked my finger clean a second time.

Sated for the moment, we caught our breath between smiles, giggles, and amazed chuckles of delights. "Somehow I feel set-up," Scott mused.

"Complaining again?" Becca asked.

"No way," he said, giving her another kiss before visiting the creek to wash off. One by one, we joined him in a laughing splash-fest.

We stayed naked for lunch, looking at each other's naked bodies with big smiles and open longing. Becca asked Scoot what really happened the night he gave her that drunk call. Before long, Scott and Chase were comparing notes, talking about the things they had done with other guys. It wasn't much, but each little experience had made on impact on them. They pulled me and Becca into the conversation, asking what we had done with guys and women.

With the afternoon sun too hot, we lounged on blankets in a shady spot close to the big tent. Over ice cold beer, we told the stories of our sexual history. It was the most open and honest conversation I ever had about sex, made better by being naked. We watched the guys get hard (well, harder) when an idea tickled their fancy. I know I confessed things I never thought I'd tell anyone, from my first time with another woman (and it wasn't with Becca) to the time I masturbated using a cucumber. The conversation was funny, embarrassing at times, and hot as hell.

Scott stretched out on the blankets, laying on his side and propping his head up with his hand. His cock was hard from Becca's last story about the time she was seduced by a woman in a bar. Turning to Chase, I asked, "Can I watch you touch him again?"

Chase laughed. "She tells a story about making it with another woman and you want to see me touch cock?"

"I want to see you do more than touch it," I said, pulling his hand to Scott's hard prick. "You don't mind, do you?" I asked Scott. After shaking his head, he laid on his back to enjoy the attention.

Chase was stretched out on the blankets, too. He caressed Scott's cock and balls, glancing up to look at me. "Like this?" he asked.

"That's so hot," I said and it was, but I wanted more. I touched Chase's hard cock, rubbing it lightly enough to tease. "You're so hard, too."

"I've been that way," he said.

"I know, but I want to feel how much harder you get when you start sucking Scott."

Chase gave me a long look, as if a thousand thoughts were racing through his mind at once, but his hand never left Scott's cock. "Okay," he said, turning back to face the big cock in his hand. "If that's what you want."

"I do," I said, giving his cock another squeeze. I waited until he had Scott's cock in his mouth before I moved. When I did, I laid on my stomach next to him, my head on Scott's stomach and my face right next to Chase. "That's it. Suck him. Suck that big cock for me. Make him cum for me."

"Fuck, he's good," Scott reported. I don't know if he was talking to me or Becca. I didn't care, either. I could tell it was Scott's hand that moved between my legs. Though my back was to him, his fingers still found my wet pussy and I knew he was talking to me when he asked, "You like watching that, don't you?"

"It's so fucking hot," I said, pressing my hand on the back of Chase's head, pushing his mouth down farther on Scott's cock. Becca moved across from us, kneeling and watching. She fingered her pussy for us. I watched Chase's eyes go wide as he looked between her legs, Scott's cock still inside his mouth.

"You do swallow, don't you?" Becca asked him.

Chase moaned, never taking his mouth off Scott's cock to answer the question. "Mm-mmm," he moaned, still bobbing his head up and down.

"Fuck, I'm not going to last," Scott warned.

"Do it, baby," Becca told him. "Cum in his mouth."

"He's going to do it," I told Chase. "He's going to cum in your mouth and I want you to swallow it. Take it all like a fucking cumslut. Eat it, baby. Eat it for me."

Both men moaned. Chase moaned his joy for sucking cock and Scott moaned out his growing need for an orgasm. "Do it," Becca told Scott again. "Fill his fucking mouth."

Scott bellowed out a loud groan when it happened. A moment later, Chase moaned again, too, and I saw Scott's cock pulsing as he pumped wave after wave of semen into Chase's mouth. Chase never missed a drop. I came, too, glad for Scott's fat fingers inside my pussy. When Chase finally came up for air, I pressed my mouth against his and we kissed over Scott's wet, spent cock. I could taste Scott's cum on Chase's mouth. While we kissed, I heard Becca telling Scott, "Now it's your turn."

Though his cock was spent, Scott desire wasn't. Pulling away from Chase, he got up on all fours and crawled to kneel between Chase's legs. He bent over and started sucking Chase's cock. He gave Chase a wet, sloppy blow job that belonged in a porno movie, bobbing his head low enough to gag slightly before pulling away to do it again and again. Chase's need was too much. If he tried to hold back, it was a failed effort. Minutes after Scott began, Chase came and Scott made sure he didn't leave a drop of cum behind.

Though the guys were spent for the moment, it didn't stop us from pairing off. Both men wanted a taste of pussy. Becca and I were happy to oblige, sitting side-by-side and making out while the guys ate our pussies. As they got hard again, we fucked side-by-side, too. I kissed Chase as he fucked me because it excited me after watching him suck cock. Sated and sweaty, we visited the creek again and its cool water felt good against my hot, sweaty skin.

That was how our summer began. We spent the rest of the weekend pairing off and exploring new ways for four people to have sex, but a weekend wasn't enough. We still get together with Becca and Scott. The two of them have moved from being friends with privileges to being a couple. Chase and I are still a couple, too, though we have to keep it quiet at work and that's a small penalty to pay for the fun we're still having.