shorts, rising to the occasion. He broke the kiss to stare at me with those dark eyes, intently, so that they became black whirlpools, and said “Brett said that you showed him quite a time – are you ready for some downtime with me, too?”

I kissed him again and breathed, “Oh, man, I am SSOOO ready for that!” and stripped his shorts off his slim hips. His cock was already swelling, so I grabbed it in my right hand, and a handful of Brett’s golden curls in my left, and said “Bedroom’s this way!” and led the way.

We tumbled onto the bed, and wrestled around a bit, stroking and kissing and licking and pinching anything and everything. Sometime during this, Cory explained that he and Brett had always hated to be alone, and had always slept in the same room, if not the same bed. Cory was 5 years old, and Brett 3, when their adoptive parents adopted Regina, and they moved to the Big House that they still lived in. Their parents tried to give each of the children their own room, but Cory and Brett would not sleep alone, and Cory usually snuck into Brett’s room during the night. Finally their parents gave up and made Cory’s room a bedroom for both him and Brett, and left Brett’s room as a playroom for all three children.

By the time they reached puberty – both at about the same time – it seemed only natural to them that they would explore each other first, and try to figure out the changes that were happening to them by themselves. They had always wrestled around together – boys will be boys! – but now it became like foreplay, and eventually - inevitably, I suppose – led to mutual jerk-offs. About the time that they discovered girls, they also discovered what men do together, and decided that they liked both.

We ended up kneeling in a sort of triangle, in a three-sided kiss, with each of my hands pinching one of Brett’s and Cory’s nipples, and Cory rubbing the tip of his massive member (it was at least 9”, and thick as a beer can – he may be built small elsewhere, but not there!) against the tip and shaft of both mine and Brett’s cocks, and Brett had one massive, callused paw on each of Cory’s and my asses, and soon a finger or two up each bunghole.

All three of our cocks were standing at full attention, and Cory put a hand on both Brett’s and my necks, and pulled our heads down, saying “Suck me, guys!” No one mouth could ever take all of Cory’s cock in, so we each took a side. His cock was shaped differently than either Brett’s or mine – Brett’s was big, about 8”, with a tip that was shaped like a jet, kind of flat on the bottom and angling up to a large flare at the shaft. Mine was shorter than his but thicker, with a bulbous mushroom-type head. Cory’s was all of a piece, having almost no real head, just an incredibly long, incredibly thick shaft, that curved upward about half-way along, and ending