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Chapter 2: Morning Wood

Colin and Drake quickly faded back to their sleeping spots, going quiet. I stayed on the floor, not far from Colin, and I didn't fall back asleep right away.

Drake had rolled over and was out within a minute or two, falling asleep quickly the way he always did. The room was dark, and suddenly still again, and I was lying on my back staring at the ceiling with my heart still racing. 

And I was still hard. Nobody had taken care of me, and I was not going to be able to sleep like this.

I reached down slowly and started touching myself, keeping my movements small and my breathing even. I tensed my ass and felt the wetness there, still warm. I tried to recreate the feeling of Colin pushing all the way inside me. That was good. 

A hand came over from the floor. I guess Colin hadn’t gone to sleep yet.

He reached up without a word, without making a big deal out of it, and moved my hand out of the way. He took over with a casual grip, like this was just a normal thing. Maybe it was after what I let him do to my ass. I lay there and let him. After a moment he kept his hand still on me, while he leaned over and put his face over my dick. I barely registered what he was doing before I felt his warm spit drop down onto my dick. The difference was immediate as the slick, tight grip lubricated the handjob.

I exhaled hard, keeping my eyes on the ceiling and my body from shaking for about thirty seconds before I felt myself hit the edge. 

I put a hand on his arm, just to feel the rhythm as he made me spill out onto my abs. I felt the intensity of the entire day and night flow out of me, an ecstatic new high with the best orgasm I’d ever had, followed by a rapid, strong wave of sleepiness.

Colin didn't say anything when it was over. He pulled his hand back, wiping it off onto my hip, and settled back down onto his sleeping bag. I heard him wipe his hand again on something within the blanket pile he was under. I lay there for a moment, completely still, staring at the ceiling.

I closed my eyes, and was asleep without having another thought.

—[]—

I woke up in the bed.

I didn't remember climbing up. Drake was beside me on his back, one arm behind his head, already on his phone. I was on top of the covers, still in yesterday's underwear, apparently having migrated up from the floor at some point in the night without either of us noticing or caring.

Colin's sleeping bag was empty.

I lay there for a moment and registered the morning. The light through the curtains. The smell of the room, even more boy-smell-ish than usual, mostly coming from my own body after what the two of them had deposited on it.

Then I registered Drake.

His underwear was around his ankles, and he was hard, scratching gently around his hairy dick. Seeing it in daylight was a completely different experience. It was bigger than mine, thicker. The dark hair at his waistband caught the light. There was a slight downward curve to it that pressed against the cotton.

I looked at it for a long moment before I made myself look at the ceiling.

Then I looked at it again.

He didn't say anything. He kept scrolling with one thumb.

Colin came back in, holding a towel.

"I'm showering," he announced, then looked at me on the bed. "Oh, you're up. Shower's free after me." He grabbed a shirt off the floor, decided against it, and walked back out in his boxer briefs. His butt moved with his steps and I watched it, compact and bouncy as he went down the hall, and I told myself I was just spacing out, looking at nothing.

Drake set his phone face-down on the mattress and looked at me.

We heard the shower turn on.

I looked up, and my eyes met Drake’s for the first time that morning.

"You staring at me?" he said.

"I wasn't."

"You were."

I didn't answer.

He glanced down at himself briefly, then back at me.

I pulled my knees up and rested my arms on them. The shower was running. Colin always took forever, and I recalled that fact for some reason. I would be alone with Drake for a while.

"Did you like it?" Drake said. "Last night."

I thought about the honest answer. "Yeah."

He nodded once. "What part?"

"All of it."

Something moved behind his eyes. Not quite a smile, but related to one. He leaned back on one hand and looked at me steadily.

"I want you to do something," he said.

"What."

He held my eyes. He didn't say it. His gaze went down to his dick for just a second, and came back up.

My stomach dropped.

"That's different," I said.

"How."

I thought about that. Technically I could not explain how it was different. Last night had covered a fair amount of ground already.

"You were staring at it," he said, quieter.

"I told you I wasn't."

"You were, though."

I looked at him. The shower was still running. I did the math on how much time we had.

I bit my lip, my nervous tick, and crawled over him, getting down between his legs. I smelled it up close for the first time before looking at it. The thing was intimidating. A real dick, a girthy sausage.

He shifted forward on the mattress, moving his manhood closer to me. I dropped my elbows down slowly on either side of his hips, and lifted his butt up slightly to tap his dick on my lips. The thing was right there in front of me, and I took a second to just look at it, then I grabbed it with my hand.

I was surprised at the feeling of it, the thickness of the shaft in my hand when I wrapped it in my fingers, the way it got thicker near the base, the opposite of mine. The thing had weight. I had nothing to compare it to except my own, and the comparison was informative. I took a breath and leaned in.

I went slowly and stuck out my tongue. I wasn’t used to taking the lead on any of this, and I was working on instinct, going by feel, figuring out the angles as I wrapped my lips around him and felt him melt beneath me. He exhaled through his nose, long and controlled, and his hand came to rest on top of my head without pushing.

I pushed as far as I could, and his fingers tightened in my hair, and I pulled out, feeling the strange sensation of using my mouth for this. I bobbed up and down a bit, thinking about popsicles, and basically found something that seemed to work, and I stayed with it.

“I like that,” he said. It was surreal hearing his voice give me feedback on this. I almost wished he wouldn’t watch, as weird as that sounds, but it did feel good that he liked it. I could feel him responding, the weight and firmness of him changing in a way that gave me a strange, specific satisfaction.

I don't know how long it had been when the shower shut off. I gripped him hard with my fist and jerked him as I held him in my mouth.

“Oh fuhh…” he muttered as he started to spew a load into my mouth.

I milked him instinctively into my mouth, not letting a drop get out. It was a good volume, enough for two gulps, and then another few drops that I coaxed out.

I pulled back. His hand lifted off my head. We looked at each other.

He stood up and stretched, and I watched his toned, but small butt squeeze and relax. His butt was the thing that started all this technically, when we tried to see if it looked like boobs. He just turned toward the door when it opened, and Colin walked in. He chuckled when he looked down at Drake’s still raging boner, and then over at me.

“Couple of good morning woods going today. Basically a forest.” 

I didn’t respond as Drake stepped out of the room, totally naked, which made me do a double take.

Colin looked at me. “What’d you guys do white I was in the shower?”

—[]—

We spent the morning doing nothing. Drake went for a run while Colin and I ate Cereal and payed on our phones and had the TV on low. Drake was back soon, and Colin gave him some shit for “doing a short run”, and Drake retorted that Colin didn’t go for a run at all, and I guess that was a stalemate between them. The three of us sat around in various arrangements around the living room, occasionally saying something, and mostly not. It was quieter than normal, and I think we were all thinking about the same thing. But nobody brought up the night before.

Around noon the front door opened.

Their mom came in with grocery bags, took one look at the three of us in our underwear watching TV, and did not react because she had been watching us do this for many years.

"You're all still here," she said.

"We live here," Drake said.

"You," she said, pointing at me, "do not live here."

"Spiritually I do," I said.

She set the bags on the counter and started putting things away. "I'll make lunch."

Drake sat up. "Wait, are you actually cooking?"

"I said I'll make lunch."

"She's cooking," Colin said, sitting up.

We looked at each other, and then all three of us got up and went to the kitchen and hugged her at once, piling on while she laughed and told us to get off her and swatted at us with a dish towel. It was the same bit we had been doing for years and it still worked every time.

"Go outside," she said. "I'll call you."

We put on shorts, and went out to the backyard. Drake sat on top of the picnic table with his feet on the bench. Colin found a lacrosse stick leaning against the fence. I sat on the back steps in the sun and threw the ball back and forth with them, not keeping track of anything.

It was a good afternoon. It was easy. Lunch from their mom was good, as always, and we ate at the kitchen table while she asked us questions and we gave her partial answers and she pretended not to notice the difference. At some point she mentioned she had more errands to run and would be back in a couple of hours.

She gathered her purse and her keys.

We waited until we heard the car leave the driveway.

Fed, and the unspoken energy building among us, we drifted back to Drake's room without discussing it. I was standing near the window, and Drake crossed the room and came up behind me, pressing his crotch up to my ass before I had fully processed that he had gotten close. His chest pushed against my back, warm through both layers of fabric, his hips against my plump butt.

"You wanna do that thing again?" he said. His voice was low, right next to my ear.

I looked over at Colin. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching this happen. His hand moved to his lap.

"I want a turn too," I said.

Drake's chin was on my shoulder. "Yeah, okay."

"On you guys," I said.

Drake went still. "What?"

"I want to try it too. I wanna fuck both of you."

Colin stopped moving. Drake straightened up slightly.

"That's not really…" he started.

"Just do it, pussy," I said.

Drake chuckled, and looked at Colin. Colin looked back at him. One of their silent two-second conversations happened, and then Drake looked back at me.

"Fine," he said.