by Jayden Blake
(01/03/06)

"Come on!" Tristan yelled. "That sky's going to open up any second now!" He peered around his backpack at Kyle and me, his light brown hair whipping his face. Over the thunder, I could barely make out his words. We were crossing a huge mountain meadow. The grassy expanse was preternaturally green in the humid, pre-storm haze; beautiful in the same surreal, vaguely threatening way as a Dali painting.

Beautiful, but not the best place to be in an electrical storm. I cast an anxious glance upward as the dark sky was suddenly illuminated by a flash of light.

I heard Kyle call. "Casey, where the hell's this coming from, anyway?" I paused for him to catch up. His gold T-shirt was damp with perspiration; a sheen of moisture glazed his brown forehead. "You said the forecast was 'sunny and clear,' girl."

"It was," I insisted, hitching my backpack a little higher, "but this is New England weather, remember?"

"Move it!" Tristan yelled again, drowning out Kyle's answering snort. We had to jog to catch up.

"How much further to the shelter?"

"You can see it from here." Tristan pointed without slowing his pace.

I squinted, just able to make out a brown roof at the ridge. "We're almost there."

"Not quite," Kyle said. "It's further than it looks."

The sky opened, and the rain came in a downpour. We sped up to a trot but given our packs and the steep meadow, our gait leveled off at a brisk walk. The rain turned into a torrent.

My long black hair was plastered to my face and my pack was getting heavier by the minute. I was smaller than either Tristan or Kyle; it was a challenge to keep up with their long strides. I trudged through the tall, wet grass with my eyes riveted to the shelter ahead and the song Gimme Shelter echoing through my head.

We reached the shelter, soaked to the skin. "This blows," Kyle declared, dumping his pack on the floor. I agreed, letting my pack fall, then wringing out the front of my drenched T-shirt.

"At least it's warm out," Tristan said, gesturing. "Hell of a view, too. Look, it's awesome!"

Kyle and I burst out laughing. Tristan was an incorrigible optimist who could see the bright side of any situation, no matter how wretched. It was the thing I liked most about him. Kyle was a little cynical, but his quick wit kept me laughing. His wry humor was a perfect foil to Tristan's perpetual brightness; he'd told me that was why they made such a good pair.

"That's right, Sunshine Boy," Kyle said, chuckling, "just keep on smiling. Here we are," he continued, turning to me, "stuck in the middle of nowhere in the pouring rain. Can't even light a fire to dry off, and all he can say is 'nice view'."

"Well, it is nice," I replied, and it was. The shelter was a lean-to, with an open front affording a broad panorama of rolling hills. The sky was crowded with vast thunderclouds occasionally illuminated by bolts of lightning.

Almost as stunning as the view inside the shelter. Tristan had pulled his T-shirt over his head, displaying his sculpted torso, burnished golden. Wet cargo pants rode low on his hips, revealing the paler skin below his waist. A light swirl of hair decorated his chest and a gold ring adorned one perfect pink nipple. He looked up and caught me checking him out. He grinned and winked, a twinkle in his clear blue eyes.

I flushed and looked away, only to find Kyle shucking his clothes as well. He was as physically different from Tristan as he could possibly be, but every bit as hot. Tristan was fair, muscular, and a shade below average in height. Kyle was tall and lean, his skin a rich nut brown. His black hair was in neat cornrows, his lips were full and lush, and his sleepy eyes were the color of melted chocolate.

Better get out of those wet clothes," Tristan advised, nodding at my sopping T-shirt as he unzipped his pants. "You don't want hypothermia."

I glanced down. My nipples stood out in sharp relief through my T-shirt. "Hypothermia? It's got to be about seventy. If I didn't know better, I'd think you just wanted to see me naked."

They both laughed as I dug in my pack for another shirt. Privacy wasn't an option, so I turned my back and peeled off my T-shirt, struggling with the wet fabric. I quickly slipped on the dry one, then removed my soaked utility pants. I hadn't packed any extras, so I was clad in just a white T-shirt and filmy pink panties.

Kyle was grinning. "Nice undies. Can I borrow them some time?"

I raised my eyebrows. "I didn't know you were into that, Kyle."

"Honey," he said. "I'm into everything."

I laughed. Tristan remained silent, but his lips wore a little smile. His eyes were fastened to my body: if he were anyone else, I'd think it was lust. Color rose in my cheeks again and I ducked my head to hide it. I'd met Tristan and Kyle through a hiking club. We'd struck up a fast friendship based upon a mutual love of the Appalachian Trail, and had taken many day hikes together, although this was our first attempt at an all-nighter. Tristan and Kyle were roommates, and had had me to their apartment for drinks several times.

Actually, 'roommates' wasn't the best word to describe them. 'Couple' was. They were gay, which accounted for my confusion at the unmistakable sex vibe Tristan was putting out. The gleam in his eye wasn't something I'd ever expected to see directed at me.

I shot another glance at him; he was still watching. His boxers concealed little enough to provide evidence: the lust I saw wasn't just my imagination. I experienced an odd twang deep in my belly.

Kyle was unrolling the sleeping bags. "Let's get cozy," he suggested. "We have a long, wet night ahead."

The rain persisted for several hours. We couldn't light a fire, but we used a small camp stove to cook noodles. By the time we finished eating, and polishing off a wineskin of Bordeaux, night had come and the rain let up. We doused the lantern and stretched out side by side in our sleeping bags. The clouds were dispersing, revealing a sky full of stars. The moon was full and low above the hills, bathing the inside of the shelter with soft light.

We'd hiked over fifteen miles that day, and I was ready for sleep. It was warm and balmy. The wind in the leaves was like a lullaby. I was almost asleep when I felt a soft breeze against the side of my neck. I rolled my head sleepily and felt the same breeze waft over my face, smelling lightly of mint. It was Tristan, blowing gently against my face. "Are you sleeping?" he whispered.

"Almost," I replied, but I wasn't...not anymore.

He moved closer. "I don't usually sack out early when I camp. I like to lie back, look at the sky." His hand slipped over my sleeping bag and touched my chin, turning my face. "See how the moon sits on the hills?"

"Uh huh," I replied, my voice wavering a little.

His hand relaxed against my face. "Beautiful, isn't it?" His index finger touched my mouth. "Lots of beautiful things out here."

I didn't answer. I was having difficulty forming coherent thoughts and wasn't sure if it was the pressure of his hand against my lip or the tickle of his breath against my face. He passed his finger lightly over my lower lip, and a long, delicious shiver ran down my back.

"You're shaking. Are you cold?"

"No," I said, but I heard the unmistakable sound of a sleeping bag zipper. He rolled out of his bag and on top of mine, wrapping his arms and legs around my down-swathed body.

"Better?" he asked.

The moonlight illuminated him from behind, bathing his skin. He was so beautiful I could hardly bear to look at him. "No," I whispered again in a gritty voice that was not my own. "I mean...thanks, but I'm warm now."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I..." My voice trailed off as his mouth touched my face.

He kissed me, very gently. I didn't know what to do. This was my friend, my good friend, and lying two feet away was his lover who was also my good friend. I wanted Tristan to stop and yet I didn't. His lips were so luscious.

He must have taken my lack of response for assent, because he kissed me again, harder this time, curling his arm around my head to hold my face steady. When his tongue slipped into my mouth I experienced a stab of desire so acute it caused physical pain. Tristan's tongue was sweet and succulent, like a slice of fruit. His hand moved inside my sleeping bag and traced light circles over me, causing the flesh beneath my T-shirt to rise in goosebumps.

An involuntary moan escaped me and the next thing I knew he was climbing in beside me, slipping his hands underneath my clothes and nuzzling the curve of flesh between my neck and shoulder.

A bolt of electricity shot through me. "Tristan, stop."

"Should I?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Don't you want me, Casey?"

His body was warm and hard against me; I was aware of how slippery the region between my thighs was becoming. "No," I lied. "I mean, what about Kyle?"

"He's asleep." Tristan's hands began to retrace those little circles, this time against my bare flesh. "Kyle can sleep through an earthquake."

I looked over Tristan's shoulder. Kyle was indeed asleep, his breathing deep and even. "But if we...wouldn't he be pissed?" A liquid warmth spread through me as Tristan's hands cupped my bare breasts.

"It's fine," Tristan murmured, gently thumbing my nipples. They contracted into tight, hard pebbles as Tristan fondled them.

"But I thought..." I began, and Tristan kissed me again, muffling my words with his lips. He pressed the length of his body against me.

I was becoming warmer and looser, the rhythm of his fingers blazing a trail across the moist hills and valleys of my body. His skin was like silk and, when I parted my thighs, his cock pressed insistently against my cunt through the thinnest layer of fabric. He slipped his fingers inside my panties and ran them over the velvet seam between my legs.

"Christ, you're wet." His voice roughened as his finger parted my lips. His head moved down my body, breath tickling my flesh as his fingers caressed between my legs. "So wet, and so hot, and so beautiful. I've wanted you since the first minute I laid eyes on you, Casey."

My body was on fire, my breath catching in my throat, and I checked on Kyle: he slumbered on, his sleeping bag snugged to his chin, while his lover spread my legs, kissed my stomach, then buried his mouth between my thighs. My vagina yawned wide, glistening wet, as Tristan lapped it. When his lips wrapped around my clit, my hips took on a life of their own. I squeezed my eyes shut and gyrated against his mouth until a sudden heat deep in my belly told me I was going to come. My legs rose, toes pointing to the sky as pleasure began to build. I bit my lip to stay silent.

I shot another glance at Kyle -- who was up on one elbow, staring straight at me. I froze and stared back, open-mouthed. I imagined what Kyle was seeing -- me, legs in the air with his boyfriend's face buried in my crotch -- and I couldn't make a sound.

Kyle's teeth flashed as he kicked his sleeping bag aside, revealing he was naked. His fist was wrapped around his erect cock; I realized he must have been awake and watching for some time.

"Don't stop on my account," Kyle said, his voice husky.

Tristan's suction increased and, as I watched, Kyle began to stroke himself. His cock seemed enormous, rising out of the nest of his hair like a thick tree. It was incredibly hot, watching Kyle stroke while Tristan sucked my clit. My interrupted orgasm started to build again and I rocked against Tristan's mouth, helpless. I was going to come, and it was going to be mindblowing.

Kyle's eyes gleamed. "Give it up, baby." He stroked himself faster. "Come for us."

I cried out, shaking and lurching, my pussy quivering against Tristan's mouth. My body twitched and bucked against him until I fell back with an exhausted moan.

"Damn," Kyle growled. He jerked himself with one hand and reached for me with the other. "Damn, that's hot pussy. Let me have some, man."

Tristan pulled his mouth away. "Fuck off," he said, then grinned at me. "We're not finished yet, are we, Case?" He tugged at his boxers, and his dick sprang free.

"Fuck her, then," Kyle instructed him. He rolled out of his sleeping bag, heavy cock bobbing, and lifted his hand. In it was a condom. "Don't keep the lady waiting."

Tristan eased his hips back, but never took his eyes off me. His hand stole between my legs to massage me gently. "You want this, don't you?" Kyle unrolled the condom over Tristan's long cock.

Somehow it felt right -- two beautiful, naked men; two hard, slick cocks within my reach -- but suspicion nagged at me. "Why do I think I've been set up?"

"Because you have been." Kyle's voice was rich with suppressed laughter. "My boy here has had a hard-on for you for months, Case. And like I told you, I'm into...well...everything, so I suggested we try and interest you in a little group action."

I looked at Tristan. "But I thought you were gay."

"I prefer versatile," Tristan replied. Kyle's hand joined his, first two fingers, then three, glided into me. I couldn't tell who was touching me where.

"You do want it?" Kyle asked. He slid closer and kissed me, his breath smelling of wine and cinnamon. "You need it, don't you, baby?"

I moaned in response as a finger nudged my clit. Kyle said, "Give her that sweet cock of yours." Kyle palpitated my clit as Tristan steered his elegant cock into my slickness. Then Tristan was drawing my legs over his shoulders and fucking me with hard, deep strokes.

"Tell me how she feels, Tris," Kyle prompted, guiding my hand between his legs. "I want to know..."

"Damn good." Tristan buried his face against my shoulder as Kyle kissed my mouth, his cock pulsing in my hand. "So wet, so tight...you're right, dude, this is some hot, sweet pussy."

I writhed. Tristan's hard cock plunged deep. "I'll have you next," Kyle breathed, his lips devouring mine. "When Tris is done, I'll fuck you next."

I felt like a wild creature, doing things I'd never even thought of before. I wanted Tristan, I wanted Kyle. I wanted them both. "I want you now," I said to Kyle. "Let me suck you."

Kyle was there in a second, his heavy cock against my cheek. It was bigger than Tristan's -- a solid, sinewy bough of flesh oozing clear fluid. I took the thick head into my mouth and tasted salty precum against my tongue.

Kyle cupped my head, and then that cock was pushing past my lips. I opened wide, trying to take every inch of it, feeling it pulsate in my throat. A guttural moan erupted from Kyle as his hips thrust.

I locked my legs over Tristan's shoulders and inched higher against his groin, feeling him pound deeper into my pussy while Kyle's cock pistoned in my mouth. I was in heaven, so filled with cock I could barely move. The pressure in my body kept building up, up, then something broke and I came again, sobbing with the intensity of it. Kyle chose that moment for an especially deep thrust and I choked, emitting a strangled cough.

Tristan lifted his head from my shoulder. I saw that his face had a hungry glow. "Want help with that?" he asked, his voice husky.

I let Kyle's cock slip from my mouth. It rested, throbbing, against my lips as Tristan kissed me, then rubbed his cheek lightly over the head of Kyle's cock. Then he turned his lips to it.

"Oh," I breathed, as Tristan took Kyle's cock into his mouth. Oh, God.

I stared up at them, mesmerized. Kyle curled his hand around the back of Tristan's head and pressed deep into his throat, much deeper than he'd pressed into mine. I watched, hypnotized, as Kyle pulsed in and out of Tristan's mouth. Then Tristan's hips began to pump, matching Kyle's rhythm, fucking my pussy as Kyle fucked his face.

Kyle moved closer, spreading his legs and straddling my head to thrust even deeper into Tristan's throat. His balls hung over my face and I lunged, inhaling them into my hungry mouth. They were too big, so I settled for one, cupping it with my mouth, tenderly sucking it within the soft sac. I reached for the tight, pink bud of his anus.

Kyle's breath caught when I touched his anus. I stroked it, watched it quiver and flower under my caress, and slipped my finger inside. Kyle's groan didn't sound human. I pushed deeper into his ass, and it tightened around my finger.

The muscles in Tristan's throat worked hard as he swallowed the full length of Kyle's cock. I kissed Tristan's throat while I finger-fucked Kyle, then Tristan opened his mouth to release Kyle's cock with a soft plop. Kyle hissed as his cock bobbed in the air, but then Tristan and I were sharing it, sandwiching its thick length between our mouths. It glided between our lips, our tongues mingling around it.

Tristan's hips paused, but Kyle became frantic as we concentrated on him. We engulfed his cock, our tongues streaking across its thick length. It threatened to burst, the skin stretched tight and shiny, and when Tristan gave it a last mighty suck it did. Kyle's cock exploded between us, ropes of hot jism spurting across Tristan's face and down over my breasts while Kyle's anus contracted around my finger.

"Oh, God," Kyle groaned. "Oh, fuck." He hung there for a moment, gulping for breath, his cock swaying between us, his hands gripping Tristan's shoulders.

Tristan continued to nuzzle Kyle's cock, stroking it with his tongue. Kyle was still for a moment, accepting Tristan's ministrations, then eased back to sit on his heels. He reached down, touched Tristan's hair lightly, then slipped his hand under his chin and drew his head upwards. Tristan rose up on his arms and they kissed.

I'd never seen two men kiss before, not like this. It was a deep, intimate kiss, tongues curling, lips gently caressing, and it got me hot all over again. "Oh," I breathed. "Oh..."

Kyle grinned. "You're getting a real education tonight, aren't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, and I want more," I added, pressing luxuriantly against Tristan's still-hard cock.

Tristan gave Kyle a nudge and Kyle moved his leg aside, allowing Tristan to slip out from underneath me. He rolled over, his cock standing straight up.

"Fuck me, then," he directed. "Fuck me good."

I did. I crawled on top and impaled myself on his cock, then rode him hard and fast, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. My tits were slick with Kyle's cum. Tristan slid his hands over them, massaging the juice into me, his wet fingers like fire on my nipples.

"Oh, yeah," Kyle said, and when I looked, I saw that he was fingering his cock. He crept closer, lowering his head to where my groin was soldered to Tristan's, and his tongue searched between my legs. I braced my hands against Tristan's thighs and arched back.

Kyle's tongue fluttered against my clit like a hummingbird's wing. I felt another orgasm building and when it hit, Kyle had to keep me from falling over. Tristan was thrusting hard, his hands cupping my naked ass, until suddenly his grip turned to steel.

"Stop," he choked. "Stop, or I'm going to come."

I pulled myself upright and regarded him with an expression of such disbelief that Kyle burst out laughing.

"Another thing you've learned tonight," Kyle confided, "is that my boy here, he's the original all-nighter."

As Kyle eased me down on my back and pressed a kiss onto my pussy, Tristan crept between his thighs. I saw Kyle becoming hard again, but Tristan bypassed his cock, instead using his tongue to trace a slow, sensuous path to the pink ring of Kyle's anus.

Kyle moaned from between my legs as Tristan's tongue burrowed into his ass. I reached for Tristan's cock, hard as an axe handle. I shifted my body close enough to take it in my mouth, being careful not to disrupt Kyle, whose mouth was busy with my pussy.

Our bodies formed a perfect triangle. I swallowed Tristan's cock as Kyle's tongue stroked my pussy and Tristan's mouth worked Kyle's ass, rimming him with a circular motion that made Kyle moan loud enough that his lips vibrated against my clit.

Kyle reached for another condom. He reversed and drew my legs around his hips, his meaty penis pressing my pussy hard enough to make me gasp. Kyle rubbed his cock against my lips, eyes closed, head arched. Tristan was still rimming him.

"There's one more johnny left," he told Tristan. The foil wrapper rustled. When Tristan's face appeared over Kyle's shoulder, I knew what to do. I reached for Kyle's ass, spread his cheeks wide, and felt Tristan's sheathed cock prod Kyle's hole.

I looked up at Kyle. His eyes were filmy, his mouth agape, and his breath shallow. "Put me inside you," he commanded.

I pointed his engorged cock into my flesh, opening and stretching the tight walls of my vagina. I thought I'd lose my mind.

Kyle's face was contorted in ecstasy. "Fuck me, Tris, plow my ass while I fuck Casey's pussy."

My hands were on Kyle's ass as Tristan penetrated him. He pulsed in and out in perfect time with Kyle's thrusts into my pussy. Our bodies moved in perfect cadence, thrusting and writhing, lost in utter sensuality.

Kyle came first, with savage abandon. Tristan was fucking him hard --- hard -- and Kyle's eyes were glazed with passion.

Tristan fucked him harder and faster, Kyle's cock plunging in and out of me in the same furious rhythm while I ground and thrashed against him, until Kyle pulled himself up on his arms, arched his head back, and emitted a shriek of pleasure.

Tristan gave one final powerful thrust, then pulled out of Kyle's ass. "Get me off," he begged.

I whipped off the condom and wrapped my hands around Tristan's cock. The thing seemed to have a life of its own, thrusting and twisting in my grasp as Tristan surged against Kyle's backside. Kyle groaned encouragement, the muscles in his buttocks tightened and squeezed as I sandwiched Tristan's cock between them. I used Kyle's ass cheeks to jerk Tristan off.

Suddenly Tristan went rigid.

"Fuck!" he cried, and a flood of warm wetness shot through my hands and spread across Kyle's back. I ran my fingers through it, massaged the slippery juice into Kyle's buttocks.

Tristan relaxed against us.

The three of us lay twined, letting the night air cool our flesh. My body was sore but sated, satisfied in a way I'd never before experienced.

A heavy mist of sleep was descending over me. I was barely awake as Kyle pushed the three sleeping bags together and Tristan drew one over our bodies. They snuggled around me with Kyle spooned against my back, his warm cock tucked snugly between my buttocks, and Tristan nestling against me on the other side, his arm curled around both my shoulders and Kyle's.

I faded into sleep, sheltered between strong male bodies.

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