Acts of the Apostles

"Giovanni!" Brett called to me, "get your cute ass in here!" (So, he had noticed my bare buttocks.) Beaming, I jogged out along the dock to the very end, where I paused.

"It's warmer in here than out there," Jamie said below me, his teeth chattering as he fanned submerged wavering arms forward and backward. Shivering, I pivoted right and left to fashion an aroused profile in the dark.

"Show-off," Brett said, spouting water.

I raised my hands beside my mouth. "But I'm in love!" I shouted across the bay then cupped my testicles, jumping up crashing down between Jamie and Brett.

Laughing, splashing, treading water we pawed bodies slippery as seals. I rolled onto my back only to find that my indefatigable erection had in fact already vanished. The buoyant water, lightly pockmarked by rain, was cold as hell!

"Hot sh-showers inside," I playfully stammered.

Jamie and Brett exaggerated their grasping lunge for the wooden ladder. All three of us laughing, Jamie tried to climb up first, but Brett reached with one arm circling his waist pulling him back down into the water. Brett then scrambled up and out running back down the dock as Jamie and I clung to the ladder and each other.

"Are we having fun?" I asked. He smiled kissing my mouth with salty lips and tongue.

"'Giovanni?'" he asked, blinking.

"That's what he calls me," I shrugged.

As Jamie climbed out I spanked his pale buttocks. Like a colt he took off running full-speed. I pulled myself up, jogging after him.

Jamie and Brett were hugging, shivering on the porch, but they opened their intimate embrace to envelop me. We wrapped arms around each other's chilled shoulders, looking down.

Our genitals had shrunken but gradually, as we squirmed in a huddle, our skin warmed and our bodies relaxed, all three penises simultaneously swelling, rising, pointing and waggling, much to our edification.

"Upstairs!" I breathlessly commanded.

We scampered inside back through the living room upstairs to the bathroom. I flipped on the light, bending over to turn faucets in the tub.

A pair of hands grabbed the sides of my buttocks from behind and a swollen cap and very firm shaft daringly probed between my upper thighs and buttocks.

I assumed it was Brett seeking his second consecutive piece of ass, but when I glanced around I found Jamie smiling impishly at me as he continued gently to thrust.

I widened my stance to allow Big Cock between my buttocks, but quickly realized I was just too shy to let my roommate actually fuck me then and there, for the first time, in front of Brett, who was watching, especially given the intimidating size of Jamie's perennial erection.

Having adjusted the water, I turned on the shower and stood, disengaging from Jamie's cock as I climbed into the tub. Jamie and Brett stepped in, crowding our standing room. I pulled the shower curtain across.

Again we all hugged, exchanging languorous kisses, rotating through hot water, lathering, rinsing as skin further warmed and reddened, all three gleaming erections instinctively maintaining full fruition. We squirmed wriggling against each other, various hands gravitating to one another's flesh. But after a few more minutes, the hot water began cooling. I turned off the faucets and we just stood there dripping, breathlessly gazing at and caressing fully aroused bodies.

Finally Jamie pulled open the shower curtain and we carefully stepped out. Brett reached for towels from the shelf above the commode. Muttering, joking self-consciously, we anxiously dried each other front and back, head to toe, pausing to savor one another's preliminary emissions.

Jamie's big handsome erection was so dramatically engorged it practically stole the air show, a long-range bomber fully loaded, flying level, Brett's erection a more agile fighter jet climbing.

"Oh fuck," I surrendered as both friends fondled my very hard cock and baggy scrotum. But the cold salt water also had stimulated my appetite. "Come on," I begged; "let's eat first?"

I led a naked parade back downstairs to the dark chilly kitchen switching on the light. We all donned our shirts.

Like caged animals on full alert we moved self-consciously around the kitchen with potent erections. I poured out the abandoned coffee mugs then scavenged a can of tomato soup, bowls, spoons, glasses and the hidden gallon jug of my mother's hurricane burgundy. As I heated and ladled the soup Brett poured the wine.

We sat at three sides of the kitchen table. Raising my glass, I spoke in mock priestly devotion: "In nomine patris, et filii, et spiritus sancti?"

Like acolytes, Jamie and Brett answered in solemn Gregorian unison, "Ah-men." Laughing devilishly, we clinked glasses. Impatient with unendurable lust, we hurriedly sipped hot soup, soothing scorched tongues with room-temperature wine.

Pushing back from the table we stood smiling to reveal stubbornly swollen penises, a tiny web of pre-ejaculate dangling from each. We gathered the webs on the backs of our hands, which we extended to each other for an oily little taste. Then Jamie refilled the wine glasses.

"Now I'll build that fire," I said, flicking off the light. Three horny, punch-drunk revelers joyfully prodding each other, we shuffled blindly into the living room.

As I brought in an armful of split logs from outside, before I killed it the porch light dimly illuminated Brett and Jamie cuddling on the oval rug, kissing each other's parted lips, stroking each other's ripe erection. Gratified, I placed my logs, lit crumpled newspaper and backed up to complete a smoldering love triangle.

Flickering in fire light, Brett leaned back on one elbow, raising his hips rolling to his side carefully dipping his glans into his wine glass. Jamie bent down to lick the shining purple cap of a dark cock.

Amber orange flames pawed us warmer. Overheating so close to the fire, we removed our shirts and placed wine glasses out of harm's way for the inevitable: Jamie bent down again eagerly to guide Brett's erection into his mouth. I leaned back for my roommate's big hard cock, and Brett shifted his weight around to suck me off for the very first time. As the wet logs hissed, we all moaned, grunted and slurped in rude syncopation, each mouth stuffed full of another's hard phallus.

Urgently humming, I ejaculated pneumatically into Brett's mouth as he pumped my shaft. I accelerated my own stretched lips around Jamie's cock, which suddenly spurted tepid gobs onto the back of my tongue. What exquisite pleasure: momentarily I was a veritable closed loop of semen in, semen out.

Exclaiming deep in my throat, I swallowed, pulling back for air, kissing the familiar mushroom cap, licking a trickle of semen from the parted lips of a rosy meatus. Brett practically growled in his throat. I looked up. Jamie's head froze as he hummed and hummed then pulled back swallowing, gasping, sucking again, pumping, pulling back, swallowing again, gasping.

"Hat trick," I announced.

"Oh, fuck," Brett panted, milking opaque residue from his erection.

"Man, did I take a mouthful," Jamie chimed, his voice still thick with semen, making us all laugh. Recovering on the floor, we nursed spent cocks up against our mouths. As Jamie's erection softened I playfully waggled it between my lips. Brett kissed and licked my glans pinching up remnant of ejaculate. Gradually we caught our breath caressing another's distended penis.

Having each washed a tablespoon of semen down with wine, we stood stumbling and laughing out into cold drizzle pissing raggedly in the dark through flaccid, swollen members. Back inside I fetched blankets and pillows from upstairs. Then we pressed together spooning, giggling, hugging in a covered tangle of arms and legs dangerously close to the unguarded fireplace. For the time being we were sated. And after all the wine, soup, salt water and multiple ejaculations, we slept soundly while the fire burned down and out.

I woke to dreary underwater light seeping into the room, though the rain finally had stopped. "Damn," I murmured, "we've gotta go." My friends were slow to respond, but I got them up and moving. Aroused, we pissed out through porch screen, posed, reluctantly dressed and drank instant coffee. Brett borrowed Jamie's toothbrush. I replaced blankets and pillows, hurriedly rinsed glasses, bowls, mugs and silverware, wiped a few waxy squiggles off the kitchen floor, replaced the jug of wine and poked the logs. When Jamie ducked outside to start his car Brett and I hugged.

"I'm really glad you came," I whispered.

"I'm really glad you came in my mouth," he quipped, tightening his arms around me. I kissed his smile. Still groggy, we vacated the cottage, which I locked up. Again I sat between my friends, but before he backed out, Jamie announced his own travel rules.

"Listen," he said, "we're not going anywhere until the cocks come out." Horny as rhinos, Brett and I laughed arching our backs unbuttoning and unzipping our pants to extract hard muscle. Jamie did likewise. "And keep 'em out," he added, like an impatient parent.

"No problem," Brett insisted, as he and I proudly pointed, toggled and compared playmates, side by side.

Speeding along the Expressway in very light traffic, I was privileged to have the fingers of each hand simultaneously wrapped around two of my three favorite erections. With my right I established a steady rhythm and just the right degree of friction around the rim of Brett's hard cock. He soon growled, lifting his pelvis, striping the glove box of Jamie's car as I stroked him slowly, squeezing.

"That's just great," Jamie said, glancing over. Brett and I laughed. While I maintained an awkward, loose, left-handed jiggle around the rim of Big Cock, Brett expertly jerked his left hand to bring me efficiently to a surprisingly intense climax, my ejaculate spurting up uncontrollably onto the dashboard.

"Oh, that's just great," Jamie said, again. Out of breath, I could only gulp air as Brett laughed, squeezing and pumping me dry.

After both our spent erections lazily tipped aside, I wiped up the strands of my semen, twisting, reaching across with tainted right hand for Jamie's neglected penis standing up stiffly between belly and steering wheel.

Slowing for the Whitestone toll booth, he rolled down his window, handing the middle-aged Puerto Rican woman a bill. Her indifference sagged to a disgusted frown when she noticed my hand steadily jerking the cute driver's obscene hard-on.

We all burst out laughing as Jamie pulled away, and Brett leaned forward to watch when I triggered my roommate's blistering ejaculation of sudden gummy spurts like vanilla icing all up and down the front of his olive sweatshirt.

"Oh that's, that's just great," Brett and I scolded nearly in unison. Jamie's relieved laughter caught up with our own. As I wiped my hand on Jamie's shirt, Brett reached back for the box of salt water taffy from Moby Dick's, the pungent aroma of Long Island Sound at low tide complementing our gooey seminal samples.

For miles and miles both my hands took turns fondling all three distended penises until Brett awkwardly had to repack as we neared his house. By then of course he was fully engorged again, leaking oil. But he would have to satisy that opportunity himself. He and Jamie shook hands. He squeezed my knee.

"I love you guys," he said. Climbing out, he shut the door, jogging away from us, leaving Jamie and me temporarily speechless. I licked my thumb gratefully to taste my original boyfriend's pre-ejaculate. Before he backed out Jamie tried to lift the semen stripes from his sweatshirt, but they'd already been partly absorbed.

"Why do they make this stuff so sticky?" he mumbled as the strands broke apart between his fingers. Sitting tightly against him, I could only laugh. Frustrated, he removed his sweatshirt, turning it inside out for the final leg of our jaunt. I used my bare hand to wipe up all obvious traces of errant semen, which I rubbed into my pullover.

Jamie's sister rode shotgun with us to the station. She seemed to sniff the briny scent of recent ejaculations, but said nothing. Jamie and I waited impatiently for the north-bound train.

As we were in the very last seat in the car, with only a few other passengers sitting safely away from us, I discreetly unzipped Jamie's pants, extracting his plump penis, stroking it hard then bending over him sucking and jerking him off to another ejaculation throughout which he pretended to cough. Swallowing, I raised my head licking my lips smiling at him. He gladly reciprocated, and I gummed his mouth with soft warm bullets of late afternoon semen.

Jumping down to the platform before the train even stopped, we had to jog all the way back up to campus. Bursting like outlaws into the lobby of the main building we breathlessly checked in with the stooped assistant headmaster, who lowered his glasses.

"Something wrong with your shirt?" he asked Jamie.

"No, sir," Jamie said; "just a spill."

We quickly turned away hiding our amusement hurrying from the lobby exploding in laughter running across the gravel parking lot over to our dorm.

The second bell had already sounded -- we had just enough time to dress for chapel.