We woke Monday morning to light rain. Clouds were low, it had all the looks of a sloppy day. The previous days' mostly sunny skies had given way to the inevitable atmospheric volatility of a Midwest summer. The boys grumbled a bit, they had been hoping for some early morning fishing but didn't want to do the rain thing out in a boat.
We had a long breakfast at the lodge and never really came up with a good plan for the day. The nearest town did not appear to have any special entertainments and we ended up going back to the cabin for some quiet time, really the first of the weekend: reading for me, the boys playing cards, Sharon doing some knitting she had brought along. We kept looking out the window, but the rain was getting harder, not going away.
So we ended up trooping down to the lodge again around noon, and extended our meal with prolonged talk, no sunny outdoor patio for us today. Some guests appeared to be departing the resort early, stacks of packed bags, a line at the check-out desk. Spoiled by the good weather we had had, all of us were more disappointed than we expected by this turn of events.
"And I sure was looking forward to a nice little invigorating after-lunch walk." This was Jim, a bit wistfully, eyes directed at me and Sharon. Rob laughed. The boys had enjoyed the post-lunch penis attention the last two days.
Sharon and I exchanged glances and I spoke.
"Well, I don't see why we can't just maybe take a nap or something back in the cabin. After a little exertion to get us tired..." Rob and Jim both stared at us, then got silly little smiles going.
Sharon's eyebrows went up. "Hmm, sure. Naps might not be a bad idea anyway, been a busy weekend..."
We got back to the cabin, all frisky for our "nap" together. Rob's eyes were shining.
We decided we would go separately again, like the first night of watching, only Jim and I would go first this time. This would be another "viewing" thrill. Okay, that sounded like fun.
Rob looked straight at me. "No mouth like yesterday though, okay? Just hands."
I guess I had figured I would just do Jim with my hands anyway, but I was curious why Rob would specify. And now, all of a sudden, I started thinking about sucking Jim and got to thinking I would enjoy that. I didn't want to be dictated to.
"Why? No mouth at all?"
"I want to see how much Jim spurts. See how much spunk besides my own has been going into my wife these days."
His eyes were leveled at me.
I argued a little, but didn't press too hard. We agreed that I could suck Jim's balls, or kiss him anywhere I wanted but couldn't actually take his penis in my mouth. Alright.
We settled in on our respective beds, and Rob and Sharon positioned themselves for a good view of us. If Rob wanted to see how much sperm I could coax out of Jim then I was game. My crotch squeezed, this would be fun.
It didn't take long to get Jim hard. Like maybe a minute. A few strokes, a little balls fondling and he could have mounted me right then. But there was no way I was going to make this go fast, unlike the last couple days on our walks.
So I did the full-body kiss business with him on his back, going to all his favorite areas - armpits, flanks, nipples, inner thighs - touching, kissing nibbling, but leaving his penis alone. I love dong this anyway, it was great fun.
His cock had softened a little, but still lay out straight on his belly. A few gentle caresses and he was damn hard again. We were going to have to do things differently if I was going to get a good load of sperm out of him.
On an impulse I got him up on all fours, and moved around him while he was in that position. He had a silly look on his face, like he was a horse on the auction block or something, and I noticed Rob and Sharon had amused expressions.
His dick dangled down and I made sure to go around his body with little kisses and caresses, along his ass-cheeks, his flanks, tweaking his nipples to Sharon's great delight. I sucked his balls from behind, my nose pretty much pressed into Jim's ass. His dick had softened a bit, I gave him a few strokes and he was hard again, his dick almost parallel with the rest of his body, looked nice.
I kept doing this for awhile, getting Jim hard then letting him soften while I did other stuff to his body.
I finally flipped him on his back and started in on his prick. Just the gentlest caresses, dragging fingertips along his shaft, staying away from the cock-head except for the lightest and most infrequent grazes. His hips were going good, trying to push his penis into my hands, dying for a little more contact.
Balls time. I nuzzled them good. Sniffed, stuck my nose into their mass, licked and sucked them, rolling his testicles in my mouth until his body was stiff and frantic with desire.
Good enough. I laid next to him, gave him a kiss and let my fingers drag along his belly, his flanks, his hips, under his balls.
Then slow teasing strokes along that shaft, gentle, slow workings. He kept pressing his penis into my hands but I would retreat.
But I couldn't let him go too long, at some point this becomes torture. So I used my whole hand, my right hand, to move along his shaft, making a ring out of my thumb and fingers to ride up and down his shaft. Smooth, white skin with the blue textured veins, cock-head out and engorged. A little clear drop of fluid at his tip. It looked marvelous.
I used my thumb to pressure his favorite spot, that sensitive part of his penis right underneath his slit where the ridge-lines of his cockhead meet in a "V." I spread his oozing fluid around. Dribbled some saliva over the whole business and began to work him serious.
Not long at all. Smooth slippery shaft, fingers of one hand flying now, my other hand on his balls, kneading, pressing into his perineum.
His stomach contracted, his ass squeezed. I got the first spurt to go up past his navel, the second a little further. I kept up the tempo, fingers fast now and he grunted and squeezed, grunted and squeezed and I urged a good puddle of sperm out on his belly.
My hand was a mess. He was a mess. Sharon's face was beaming.
"Nice one!" she said, then she fetched us a guest towel from the bathroom to mop up, carefully cleaning Jim's penis, my hand, the globs of sperm on his stomach. She folded another towel for herself and Rob and put it carefully next to the pillow on their bed.
I noted, with a little thrill, that Rob's penis was already fairly well lengthened. Our little show had perhaps had some effect. I didn't have a good idea of how Sharon liked to masturbate Rob, I had only got a partial look two days before from a distance outside on our walk, and shorter looks during foreplay this weekend. I wanted to see how Rob divested his semen under her attentions.
Jim and I settled back. Sharon eased Rob on his back, and on the other side of him, perhaps thoughtfully to give us a better view. She began to play with "the Beast."
It wasn't quite in full "Beast" condition, but Jim and I were treated to a good look at how a penis can go from half-hard to raging stiff if given some extended attention. I was pleased that Sharon took her time.
I was a bit surprised to see how playful she was at first. She held it in her hand and waved it around a bit, just looking at it, with glances to Rob. It wagged around, the head mostly covered with foreskin, didn't look that impressive really.
She rolled it in her hands, slid the foreskin up and down a little, and gradually it came to life. Rob watched the proceedings intently, a hand on her shoulder, a breast, whatever was within reach.
She rummaged his balls, so heavy in her hand, reached around underneath them until they started to pull up higher in their sac.
All weekend long I had not tired of comparing the boys. Rob's balls are, in a word, beautiful. I liked their size, how they tended to hang low, how each testicle stayed separate, while Jim's would gather together in one mass in their sac.
Sharon nuzzled them with apparent delight, I found myself imagining their smell, wished I could be there with her, underneath them and licking.
Little finger teasings now from her, sliding foreskin around until the head, that rounded taut head, had emerged. His foreskin is tight enough around his head that at some point in the erection, it won't slide over any more, just sits tightly underneath, like a turtleneck sweater with a head poking out of it. His skin wouldn't cover the head again until he shrank a bit.
Satisfied with its hardness, Sharon then nestled in between his legs, Rob happily spreading them wide. She nuzzled his balls. She held one hand on his prick, and began to lick testicles. Lots of hair there. I knew I had trouble enough with Jim, getting a hair caught sometimes or having one come loose and then having to fish it out of my mouth, but Rob was a veritable jungle of groin hair.
Sharon licked, most of the time with her eyes closed, and took each egg in her mouth for a suckle. Jim stirred beside me. My own mouth watered.
She sat up between his legs, facing him. Lascivious smile on her face. She kept rummaging his balls but began to run fingers along his cock-head, up and down his shaft. It had hardened beautifully. Rob's eyes gleamed. He spread his legs a bit more.
Light finger work, barely grazing his cock-head, she was more imaginative than I expected, using different strokings, playing her fingers about, never doing the same movement for long. I had perhaps underestimated her creativity. Or maybe the audience was a motivation. I would have to ask her later.
I was even surprised when she held it vertically a couple times, perpendicular to his torso, then let it snap back to his navel with a smacking sound. One stiff penis.
Two hands she used now, sliding up each side of his shaft, little finger presses at his ridge-line. Rob's breath was coming a little faster, his legs stiffening out. Sharon's long breasts swayed with her motions.
All eyes were on his penis, sure looked nice.
Perhaps sensing the end was in sight, Sharon licked her fingers, played them more seriously over his cock-head now. Not damp enough for her, she leaned over and let a great string of saliva out on his shaft and rubbed it all around. I held my breath it looked so nice.
With the extra attention, Rob's penis itself began to seep its own fluid. With Jim this means things are close, and unless I employ some diversionary tactics, he would be coming soon.
But Sharon didn't slow. Apparently delighted at this sign, she smeared the fluid around Rob's engorged cock-head, looking him straight in the eye. She went in for the kill.
