*Caution. The following story depicts drug and alcohol use, and unsafe sexual practices.*
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So after the Julie thing, which was interesting and a little odd, I found myself on the outs with my folks. I was partying too much and my grades were falling. They were going to cut me off. So I said screw it. I took the last check that my dad had sent, cashed it, bought a little beater Honda, and headed out for the west coast.
I'd been out to the coast a few times on vacation with the family and I have to tell you that for someone that grew up on the prairies of the Midwest the coast is like paradise, especially in the winter.
Anyway, I was bumming it. Working the odd job here and there for a few weeks or months, making just enough cash to buy gas, food, and a place to sleep. I spent what was left partying hard. I had many interesting experiences, and maybe I'll write about them some day, but what I really want to talk about today was my first - and second - group sex experience.
The first is pretty hetero, but the second is kind of homo, so if you are not into that, don't read past the first one.
I wound up in a small college town that fronted on a popular beach area. I had gotten a job working as a roofer, re-shingling seaside houses and cabins. The work was hard, but the pay was great, and it paid off dividends. I had been in good shape before, but after a month at that job, I was lean, ripped, and burned brown as walnut. My hair was sun bleached a dark blond, and with my blue eyes, I had that "surfer" look that a lot of guys strive for. I usually didn't have trouble picking up girls at the bar after work, but in the off season, my luck with them was spotty as they were mostly local.
My closest friend at the time was a guy named Paul, who really was a surfer guy. Not only did he look like the archetype, tall, blond, and handsome, but he lived it too. The guy surfed and screwed around all day and worked a subsistence job at night, caretaking the rec facility for the college. Not that he actually worked at it that hard. Most of the time, he would put in two or three hours listlessly sweeping floors until I came by with some beer. He only ever cleaned the wash rooms if there was a complaint. What was really cool was that we had the run of the place all night. We could swim, play basket ball, whatever. We had pool parties a couple of times. A lot of the time though, we wound up just lounging on the mats in the gym, getting high and drinking beer.
One Friday night, that's just what we were doing. Aside from Paul and I there was also Mark and Amber. I didn't really like Mark, he had always seemed a bit off to me. He was one of those guys that tried too hard, you know? Paul liked having him around though, as a kind of toady and the occasional butt of jokes.
Amber was one of the locals that I had seen around the bars. She was a petite little chick, not a spinner, but one of those almost chubby girls that actually looks hot with a little bit of meat on her. I had hit on her once, but she had been pretty quick to shoot me down. She was into Paul I suspect only because he always had some pot. She'd actually shown up that night specifically for that purpose and just not left.
This was back in the day when you used to be able to buy draft in gallon milk jugs as off sales from the bar for under ten bucks. We'd drank a little over two of those before Paul and Amber started making out on the mat right beside Mark and I, leaving us to talk as best we could. They were really getting into it.
The right thing to do as a buddy would have been for us to leave them to it, but I was feeling a little jealous that Paul was getting with this girl, not me, so I decided to be spiteful and stick around to put a crimp on their fun. Didn't work like I thought it would. I had to turn away when Paul got her shirt off and she put her hand in his shorts. She had great little tits, as I had known she would. Small and perky. Maybe a B cup, with little dime-sized aureoles.
Mark just seemed entranced. I mean he was staring. It was a little creepy. His eyes widened and his jaw went slack when she got Paul's cock out and was stroking it. I wasn't sure if it was that he had maybe never been with a girl, or if maybe he was a closet gay.
I got up to leave then. Amber really was a honey, and it seemed a bit freaky. Thinking about her getting it on had given me a serious boner, and I figured I would head to the bathroom to do something about it.
Paul must have been reading my mind. "Where are you going buddy?" He asked. "You can pull it out and jerk off right here. We don't mind, do we baby?"
"I don't give a fuck," She giggled.
"Oh you will," Paul laughed. He started tugging off her jeans.
Mark apparently needed no further invitation. He pulled down his sweats to reveal one of the biggest erections I have ever seen outside of a porno. I had kind of looked down on the kid in a physical sense because he was skinny, sunburned easily, and still had pimples, but I was impressed. His dick was thick as a baby's arm and easily half again as long as mine which is a little longer than average.
"Holy shit man," I chuckled, "Where have you been hiding that cannon?"
He grinned sheepishly, not taking his eyes off of the couple, and started tugging on his cock.
I was still thinking I should leave, but weed makes me super horney and I was thinking, "Why not? Paul's already got his dong out." I rubbed my dick through my cut offs.
The whole situation seemed a little unreal. This kind of thing was characteristic of Paul. He was a show off and had almost no inhibitions even sober, but I was really surprised by Amber. The way she had brushed me off had made me think she was a little stuck up, not like this at all. I wasn't sure what to make of it, but I was really turned on at that point.
While I was procrastinating Paul had rolled her onto her back and gotten her panties off. He laughed and flicked them at my face. "Smell that pussy, boy!"
"Ha ha," I replied sardonically, but I did smell the panties. They smelled a bit like pee, but it didn't turn me off at all. In fact it kind of excited me more, I guess because it made Amber seem like even more of a dirty girl.
Paul spat into his hand and rubbed it on his cock and then her pussy. I'd only ever seen someone do that in porn movies. I'd never done it myself as I thought it was uncouth, but seeing Paul do it was sort of hot.
She was good to go and he slid it in easily, fully penetrating her with his first stroke.
I moved to get a better view of the action. I had thought Amber was the kind of girl that bleached her hair, but her pubes were blond too, and neatly trimmed to hide under a bikini line.
Mark was tugging on his monster furiously and I wondered how a guy could jerk on it that hard and not cum immediately.
Finally, I dropped my shorts and started pulling on my dick too. Inspired by Paul, I spat on my cock and was surprised to find how lubricious saliva is. I couldn't believe how good it actually felt.
Paul was pumping Amber kind of playfully, not seriously fucking her. He had his head down by hers and they were whispering and giggling. I couldn't hear what they were saying until she suddenly said, "Ok, but they gotta wear rubbers."
