When I got home at 4:30, Hank was sitting there, beer in hand, trying to cover his nervousness. I headed into the kitchen, and began supper. Hank appeared behind me, and tentatively put his hand on my ass. I put down the milk bottle, and turned to him. Taking him in a firm embrace, I kissed him on the cheek. "Hank, why don't you help me with dinner, and after we all eat, we’ll talk about this, ok?" He nodded, looking a little anxious. I gave him a friendly squeeze and handed him an onion. Tom showed up around 6:00, and we quickly sat down to eat. Everyone was behaving too stiff, but it was over with in record time, and we retired to the living room to get on with it. Hank broached the subject with his observation that his suitcase was missing. "It's not missing," Tom said, "I moved it into your bedroom." Confusion reigned for the moment, as Hank tried to piece together sleeping on the couch one night, and having his own room the next. "I don't get it ... " he began. "Don and I aren't roommates," Tom started, "we don't have two separate bedrooms. We share one." The light of recognition began to shine In Hank's eyes. "So you moved into the spare bedroom . . . ?" he faltered. "... to make you think that we were room mates," I finished. The confusion broke, followed swiftly by disappointment as Hank realized that he would not be sleeping with me. His fantasy had just run up against the brick-wall of reality. Responding to his fallen expression, I reached out and squeezed his thigh. With some resolve, he covered my hand with his own. Tom quickly gestured to me, and a decision was reached. I rose to my feet, pulling Hank behind me. Tom led the way to our bedroom, and threw on the light. Hank looked terribly uncertain. We fumbled for a moment, then set in to undressing our guest. Articles of clothing were discarded with accompanying kisses and caresses. Tom and I quickly stripped Hank, and took him to bed, making him a participant in our love-making. Soon, dicks were everywhere, rock hard and dripping. Hank took a dick in each hand, and began stroking and pleasuring us. We covered his body with teeth and tongues. Hank's uncut cock was stiff as a board, and deeply-veined. I continued to kiss and knead him as I slipped down towards his throbbing organ. Meanwhile, Tom worked his way up until his own engorged uncut meat was staring Hank in the face. Hank got the idea, and began chewing on Tom's rod before I even got settled in. Soon, there was a whole lot of sucking going on. Hank was proving that he was a real go-getter, snorting and bobbing on Tom's dick, pushing him to the limits of passion. At the same time, his own orgasm was mounting. I was doing everything I knew how to keep him hanging on the edge, and he was responding with violent thrashing and grunting. Tom had straddled Hank's chest, gripping the headboard with both hands, eyes screwed tight, as he rocked back and forth in time to Hank's sucking. Hank, In turn, was bucking to the rhythm that I had set up as my lips slid up and down his stiff organ. As I sped up, he sped up. All of this sucking was having its effect on the boys. Just to up the ante, I spit on a finger and worked it up Hank's ass. He went nuts, snorting and gasping and sucking on Tom's dick for all it was worth. Tom couldn't hold back anymore. He thrust his cock into Hank's frantic mouth. Hank freaked out and began to shoot down my throat. I had to hold on with both hands as Hank thrust and thrust. Tom collapsed backwards, laying head to ass with Hank, panting and moaning. I lay my head on Hank's thigh and closed my eyes, relishing the moment of orgasm. When I opened my eyes, I was met with lascivious looks accompanied by two devilish grins. Excitedly, they maneuvered themselves around me so that Tom was up against me, and Hank was crouching between my legs. Tom's mouth covered mine, and we began to explore with our tongues. In the meanwhile, Hank had discovered my asshole, and began reaming me out. I grabbed for Tom's uncut dick and it instantly grew hard. Hank's tongue was doing a job and I felt the heat rising from my ass. Tom gestured to Hank, who repositioned himself over my straining cock. Hank started lapping at it as Tom moved down and between my legs and rammed his steel-hard cock into my spit-slick ass. Tom and Hank set up a rhythm that quickly pushed me to the edge. My hands fell to Hank's head, petting him, and slowing him down so I could enjoy the sensations longer. The waves and rhythms sent me out of my mind, and the only thing I could concentrate on was the growing tension in my groin and my lover's insistent thrusts. Tom shuddered as he reached the end of the road. He grabbed my shoulders as he pushed himself in all the way, squashing Hank's head between us. Hank redoubled his efforts in the space he had left, and it paid off in an earth-shattering orgasm that raked through my bowels and left me gasping for breath. Tom came almost immediately after I did, and he slumped forward, wrapping his arms around me. Hank sat back and played with the muscles In Tom's arms. Everyone smiled at me. Hank didn't return to his convention that weekend. We spent the time talking, and visiting with friends, and making plans to help him move up to Denver with us. We would see him again soon.
