It was Good Friday ………and it was already a ‘good’ Friday.

We were heading north on the 405. Dave was behind the wheel of his SUV. My other brother Jonnie was riding shot-gun. I was sitting in the back seat, listening to some tunes on my IPod. Jonnie had already figured out what Dave had done. My ass hurt like hell after just getting an impromptu pounding by Dave when Jonnie was in the shower, right before we left. I could still feel some of Dave’s cum oozing outta my well-fucked jock-boy ass. I had showered earlier and Dave wouldn’t let me hop into the shower after Jonnie finished up. He said we were running late and had to get going. At the time, he also said he didn’t want Joo know what we had just done. He’d probably want to plow Jonnie’s ass while I was in the shower and that would make us even later. I sehere was more to his reasoning and excuses, but I just went along with him and finished loading up the supplies into the back of the SUV.

Our first stop was to pick up Dave’s frat-brother Mike in Woodland Hills. We powered onto the 101, westbound, heading towards Mike’s place. Dave and Mike are both 21. They both just graduated last June from UCLA. They are bff’s and from what I tell “BFF’’s” (Brother Frat Fuck-Buddies) Both dudes have smoking hot girlfriends and claim they are primarily straight and “bi-curious”. The dudes are delusional. I’ve had hot-as-fuck dude-on-dude-on-dude sex with both of them, separately and together. I guess if they get drunk enough, they block out the fact that when we are getting our homo on with each other….there’s nothing “straight” about what Dave does to Mike and me, what I do to Mike and Dave, or what Mike wants Dave and I to do to him. Let’s just say the only thing straight in the immediate viity is our three rock hard cocks…..and the way the shots are flowing…..straight up….like the cocks….straight up the other dudes hot tight ass…….

Whe to Mike’s, I shifted to the right and he hopped in the back seat behind Dave. “Bro-greetings” were shared all around as Dave headed back to the freeway. I slipped my buds ba my ears, as Dave, Jonnie, and Mike chattered away. Every so often, I’d see hot-frat-stud Mike, turn his head while saying something to either Dave of Jon, look at me, run his eyes up and down the length of outstretched body, smile at me, and adjust the bulge in his shorts. this repeated pattern was making me hard.

Mike seemed to notice, as he shifted in his seat several times, getting closer and closer to me each time. By the time his smooth muscled right leg was lightly grazing my owended left leg, my cock was rock hard and clearly visible, bulging down the right side of my blue jean-clad right thigh. Mike moved up betweeer sole as if he was getting iween Dave and Joo more fully participate in their versation. What he really was doing was movi closer to me, while blog their view, as he reached over and started squeezing, palming, and stroking my steel-hard pipe through my jeans. He didn’t look back at me as his right hand worked its magiy throbbing tool. Eventually he had worked my zipper down, ihe top band of my black, micro-fiber, Armani, low-rise, briefs and literally fished my hard pre-cumming rock hard cock out into the open. I just leaned back, closed my eyes a him stroke my pulsating cock while I rocked out to my set of Bruno Mars.

Unfortunately, we had reached the freeway exit in Calabasas on our way to pick up Sean. He was Jonnie’s bff ………..and his “BFF”. Sean is another closet-case who attributes his bi-curious, totally homo activities, to his state of intoxication. All I say is that I vividly remember Sean, who was stone-cold s my stone-ha

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