The Wind Blew Outside

We woke up in a knot. All hung over. The wind blew outside, as if it was telling us something. And since I love the wind, it made me feel alive, I could only think it was telling me something good.

I put on Chaka Khan, Tell me something good.

“Oh, too loud.” I turned it down.

Steve opened his eyes. He smiled, kind of damaged, kind of half hearted, kind of sweet. “Good morning.”

Tommy rolled over. He kind of grunted, half grunted, stretched out his arms over his head. “Is it morning.”

We dragged ourselves out of bed, Steve and Tommy had morning wood.

I turned on the shower, as Tommy and Steve took turns naked pissing.

We washed each other under the shower, slow and soapy, smiles and loving.

We all dressed in track pants.

We all drank coffee.

We leant on the table on our elbows.

We sat on the back veranda and smoked pot.

We feverishly stripped each other off again and fucked like mad men in the middle of my bed. I was hard in Steve's arse, as he lay onto of Tommy kissing him. Tommy reached down Steve's back and slid his finger inside Steve's arse right next to my shaft. Steve grabbed his cock and blew all over Tommy with the extra stretch he was feeling. I pushed Steve further up Tommy's torso and came up Steve's arse, as Tommy pulled himself off under both of us. I slipped out of Steve at the last minute dumping most of my load over Tommy's hand pumping his own cock erupting in gushes of cum.

We once again collapsed in a sweaty pile of bodies, semi hard cocks dripping cum, sweaty skin, hands patting, touching, rolling over exhausted, good exhausted. Happy. Smiling.