Gang of Five

by Douglas

Chapter 6

I’m not sure how long we lay there, like that, because -- well, I fell asleep.  Sort of.

I know; it sounds a little unbelievable.  How many gay boys would fall asleep, naked, being hugged by three other naked boys?

Passed out is a little more like it; for a few minutes, anyway.  I mean, think about it; I’d just come twice in less than an hour -- something I was totally NOT used to, anymore -- and, there was the whole emotional reaction . . .

But it was also the jetlag thing.  My body was still telling me it was late at night.

Plus.  It is just so damned COMFORTABLE, cuddling naked with three other boys.  Warm; safe; cared-for.

Every boy should try it.

It was Zach gently stroking my chest that woke me up; Zach, and Jarod snuggling up against me, making contented sounds.

“We should clean up,” Zach whispered into my ear, after a time.  I could hear him give a  kind of breathy chuckle.  “We haven’t even been in the water yet.”

“Do we have to?”  I snuggled back against him, a little.  Jarod and Tim moved in more closely to follow me.

“We should.  We need to do a Laying On Of Hands for Tim.”  He lifted his head up, a little.  “And for you.  You’re looking a little pale, Christian.”

A ‘Laying On Of Hands’ was sort of our joke, for getting sunscreen on Tim; he’d burn like anything, without it.

It was always fun to do, getting him covered, head to toe.  But I’d never needed it, before.

“It’s sort of hard, keeping tan in London.”

Jarod made a kind of “Mmm-mmm” sound.  “We’ll fix that, soon enough.”  Somebody’s hand stroked gently down my bare side.  “Wait ‘til we show you the beach.”

“The beach?”

Zach moved against me, some more.  “Clay’s Beach.  Really small; and, like, totally nude.  We ride our bikes there a lot, during summer.”  One of his hands trailed down my stomach, and I felt his fingers gently running through my pubic hair.  “If you think we were nudists before you left -- well, you should see us now.”

“Yummm,” I said, a little theatrically, moving my butt back against his groin.

“I’m serious,” he said, into my ear.  I could feel his breath ruffling my hair, feel the warmth on my ear; it was incredibly intimate.  “We’re going to keep you naked, a lot, for the rest of the summer.  You’ll be surprised.”

“Yes,” I sighed.  “I mean -- perfect.  God . . . ”  I reached over Jarod and just gently ran my fingertips along Tim’s smooth, pale body, down along his stomach; I touched his cute, pale-pink balls again, and marveled at them.  Marveled at the whole thing; being able to DO this, at all . . .

I tried to tell them.

“You just have no idea,” I began, shaking my head.  “No idea.  I mean -- I went from this, from you guys -- to, like, nothing.  No touching, no kissing, no sex; look but don’t touch, and even looking too hard can get you -- well, cursed at, or worse.”  I went from Tim’s balls, down to Jarod’s darker, smoother balls, just touching them gently, too, and smiled to see them twitch, a little, under my fingertips.  Full of wonder at the experience.

“That’s how most of us live,” went Zach.  He stroked my front, tenderly.  “We’re lucky.”

“I know.  I mean, I figured.  But I didn’t know what it would be like.  Really like.”  I twisted and looked back at Zach.  He kissed me on the cheek, briefly.  “I think I -- well, I got a little crazy.”  I looked forward, at Jarod, and at Tim.  “I think anybody who’s in that position, like, celibate, is maybe a little crazy.  And maybe that’s why -- I don’t know.  We stopped talking . . . ”

“I think maybe we were the lucky ones,” went Jarod, looking at me.  “Even if we didn’t get to live in Europe.”

“I don’t know how other gay boys do it,” I said.  “I don’t know how ANYBODY does it.”

I guess I sounded a little plaintive.  Or pathetic, maybe; anyway, it got me another tight, group squeeze.

“Come on,” went Zach, after.  “Let’s get cleaned up, and you guys under some sunscreen.”  He kissed my neck.  “And then we can practice just-saying-no to celibacy, some more.”

*

We took turns washing off in the outdoor shower, next to the pool house -- Zach’s really insistent about washing, before going into the pool, or hot tub.  And before sex, too, usually.  And then Tim and I got the sunscreen treatment from Zach and Jarod.

I hadn’t realized what I’d been missing, all this time.  Having four hands smoothing lotion all over me.

I got hard again.  Of course.  And, not being used to all this -- getting hard in front of my friends, I mean -- somehow made it, well, more intense.  More sexual.

Heck, just being naked out-of-doors was something I wasn’t used to, anymore.  Being hard at the same time -- in front of three other people --

Intense.

“Good,” said Jarod, with a slight smile, as he worked on me.  “Very good.  We didn’t wear you out.”  He just lightly massaged my scrotum, before reaching up and gently fisting my erection.

“Ooofff,” I managed.  “You will if you keep that up.”

“Plenty of time,” he said, and bent down to brush my lips with his own, before moving over to Tim.  As he moved, I saw Zach switching over to my legs; he paused and looked really intently at my dick for a second, before running his hands up and down my thighs, my calves, as he rubbed lotion into my skin.  I purred, and reached over to hold Tim’s left hand in my right, and he squeezed it.

It’d been years since I’d felt this happy.

Well -- no.  The last twenty-four hours had been pretty cool.  Wonderful, in a lot of ways; ways that I was still processing, thinking about, actually.  But this -- and just lying in a heap, with the three of them a few minutes ago -- this was CONTENTMENT.  It was just kind of an ongoing wonder, that part of me expected to stop, but which somehow . . . stayed wonderful.

So I lay there on the warm pool deck, blissed out with the sun on my whole bare body, a second more; then I felt Zach’s hands move lower down, to my right foot, and begin massaging it, with lotion; and I REALLY purred, out loud, under his hands.

Foot rubs are almost better than sex.

“Mmmmmm . . . “ I heard from down around my feet, and I craned my head up to look at him.

“What?”

“Still cute,” said Zach, as he worked on me, my bare foot on his thigh.  “Cool.  You always DID have cute feet.”  And he flashed me that thousand-watt sexual grin, as Tim and Jarod laughed off at my side.

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