The Humpening - 2. Chapter 2

*disclaimer* Okay, I didn't plan to continue this story but I got some requests, especially on the other site... So yeah. From here on out, it is mostly porn. I wouldn't normally post it here but I think there's some decent humor and character development ahead so let's see if it's fun to read... If you don't like sex in stories (or George Michael), don't read further because it's 50% or more of this chapter. 
Okay, now I've disclaimed, I wish you an extraordinary day

“So? Bring the lube and let’s get this started!” Keith clapped his hands.

Patrick and I shared surprised looks.

“If you don’t have any lube left, I can go and get some, no problem,” he added, sounding desperate. “I’ll be back in ten minutes, and then we can do it again. It’s hard to admit how much I liked it but I did.”

“We got plenty of lube left,” I said. “But that’s not the issue, man. We’re not your sex toys. We only did that to give you some confidence before your first time with Amy. If she doesn’t feel like having sex with you and you want to have sex, then you need to find another girlfriend.”

I surprised myself with my voice of reason, but Keith looked like he wanted to get very unreasonable right here and right now.

“I know, Bradd, but didn’t you like it? I don’t want to keep doing it forever but it would be cool to experiment a little before we go back to our habits, eh?”

“Sorry, we can’t do it. Besides, my parents are home. Do you want them to catch you butt naked, fucking my fists?”

“Your folks didn’t seem to mind you two,” he said accusingly. “That’s right. This place reeks of sex, you think I can’t smell it? Come on, Bradd, just a quickie, please?”

I sighed. “Dude… No. We’ll talk about it later when you can think straight. It’s your little head speaking, man.”

Keith stood up and walked to the door, ranting. “Fine, I get it. Leave your best friend blue balling because suddenly you changed your mind and you don’t want to get in my pants, and sure, send poor Keith home to jerk off to porn like any other day, don’t bother…” he kept muttering as he closed the door to my room and a minute later he was gone.

I looked at Patrick and he seemed just as confused as I did.

“See, Patrick? It’s an important lesson. Just look at what a girl can do to a guy’s brain.”

“We’re not going to let it happen to us, right husby?”

He said it so sweetly that I had no choice but to devour his mouth. My dick got quickly hard and he grabbed it under the blanket. It felt great but I was too spent after fucking him less than an hour ago so we didn’t go past passionate petting.

“Why did you turn him down, though?” Patrick asked after a while.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Why didn’t you let us help him out again?” he asked.

I looked at my boyfriend intently to see if he was joking, but apparently, he was not.

I shook my head and ruffled his hair. “Because I have you, dummy, and I don’t need to do it with anyone else to be happy. You are my boyfriend and Keith is not. Isn’t this enough?”

“I just thought it could be fun for a while,” Patrick smiled mischievously and gave me a quick peck on the nose.

I couldn’t believe it. My little, shy boyfriend wanted a threesome.

“You are crazy, you cute motherfucker,” I said. “No way I’m letting him fuck you and that’s final.”

“Who said I wanted him to fuck me?”

“So what did you want?”

He didn’t answer. I didn’t like his naughty smile but I forgot about all worries when Patrick dove under the blanket and I felt something warm envelop my dick. Boys will be the end of me one day.

***

For the next few days, I was keeping my guard up. I watched enough movies to know what happens if you let other people between you and your partner… things start rotting pretty quickly even if you think you have everything under control. I never wanted threesomes, either. In certain situations, three is a crowd and I prefer to give all my attention to one person. For me, sex was an emotionally draining experience (in a good way) and with a third wheel in a cart… I just wouldn’t know how to feel.

Keith kept begging and bargaining for a day or two but when I made it clear that my decision was final, he stopped. He seemed a little upset for a few days but I knew it was the best for us. I had a best friend and I had a boyfriend - I wanted to keep it that way. I was glad that Patrick and Keith stopped mentioning it.

The bad news was, I realized that it was me who couldn’t stop thinking about it, specifically what Patrick had in mind. Days passed and different what-if scenarios sprouted in my mind, leading to very confusing feelings and even more confusing boners. Sex with my boyfriend was great as always but the thoughts kept haunting me until I finally broke and confronted Patrick about it out of the blue.

“What did you have in mind, then?”

“What are you talking about?” he chuckled.

I was dead serious. “Back when you said you didn’t want Keith to fuck you. What did you want to do with him?”

Patrick looked at me like I was mental. It took him a moment to understand that I was seamlessly continuing a conversation from over a week ago.

“Are you trying to tell me you’ve been thinking about it all the time?” he asked with disbelief.

“Not all the time,” I said and blushed. “It just bugged me a little.”

“Can we not talk about Keith when you make love to me?” he asked and I realized that I froze with my dick buried deep inside him.

“Sorry babe,” I said and picked up where I left off. Five minutes later, I came looking him in the eyes.

Patrick was staying for the night and we were having a sweet pillow talk. I forgot about my dilemma but it was my boyfriend who brought it up.

“I wanted you to fuck him,” he said.

“Me? Fuck Keith? Are you insane?”

“Yes, I am. And I bet he’d enjoy it, too.”

“Come on, Patrick. All he wants from me is to make him squirt.”

“Are you ignoring how he loved having my finger up his ass?”

Whoa. I never gave it too much thought. Keith definitely wasn’t complaining.

“And what do you find so fun about the prospect of watching me fuck my best friend?”

“Who said I just wanna watch?” he smirked.

“You and your riddles…” I smiled at him and we kissed.

***

“How are things with Amy?” I asked Keith when we were hanging out after school a few days later.

“Good, I guess. We’re not talking about sex anymore but maybe that’s for the best. No point in rushing it, right?”

“Right, dude.”

“How about you and Patrick?”

“Same old, same old,” I said and we walked in silence for a while.

“What’s on your mind?” Keith asked when he noticed that my thoughts were somewhere else.

“Remember the time when we talked after your first time with Amy?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, Patrick didn’t like it when I told you to buzz off when you were in need.”

Keith smiled. “Cool. Tell him that’s nice of him.”

“What I’m trying to say…” I paused, thinking about the best way to put it, “we agreed that it’s fine if you want us to help you out from time to time. As long as you do something for us in return.”

“Like what?” Keith asked animatedly. I had his full attention.

“Before I tell you, keep in mind that it was Patrick’s idea, not mine. Not that I don’t like it but, yeah. He wants me to fuck you.”

We walked in silence for a minute and I started wondering if I had just lost a friend.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

Oh shit. Is he considering it? “You have to ask Patrick. It does hurt a little at first, I think, but then it’s all fun once you get used to it.”

“Alright, then. When do we do it?”

“What??? What are you talking about?” I was shocked.

“You told me your terms and I agreed. What’s so weird about it?”

“I only asked you because I promised Patrick… you were supposed to say no!”

Keith frowned. “Then you should’ve started by showing me the script. I’m sorry I fucked up my line.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. Are we good?”

“Yeah…”

Whoa. I wasn’t disappointed. I was… I don’t know. I was a little surprised. And more than a little hard.

***

Fucking Keith, I thought to myself later in the bed. I couldn’t believe it. My favorite person in the world, my first and strongest crush, my best friend. Wasn’t it wrong? What if I fall in love with him?

In the morning, I called Patrick to tell him my concerns.

“What if I stop loving you and start loving Keith?” I asked.

“Keith is straight, Bradd. This is just fooling around, nothing else.”

“Am I boring you in bed? Be honest.”

“You’re not, Braddy… You know how I love doing it with you. There are just some things that… you know, you wouldn’t do to a boyfriend. But you could do it with a toy.”

“Shit, Patrick, you’re such a perv. I feel like there’s so much that I don’t know about you.”

“Let’s hook up with him on Saturday, okay?”

“If it all goes south, remember it was your idea,” I said and ended the call.

***

On Saturday, we went on another double date with Keith and Amy. Keith told her he was going to have a sleepover at my place later. It was so very true. He just didn’t tell her about the planned activities or that Patrick was invited, too. Once again, I felt it was all wrong and it didn’t help that I was alone in my feelings. Keith, Patrick, and Amy were chatting happily without any concern for what was about to happen later in the evening. Amy would’ve been hella concerned if she had known, naturally.

At home, the three of us sat across my bed and watched a movie. I was getting increasingly nervous and I was seriously considering calling it off and just going to sleep. Two dream boys sitting next to me, about to have sex. Didn’t it sound like paradise? What the fuck was wrong with me?

When the movie was over, we took our turns in the bathroom, showering and brushing our teeth. My parents were already asleep but their bedroom was right next to mine. Patrick and I already had practice with keeping things quiet. I wasn’t worried if Mom and Dad heard a stray moan or a groan when the two of us were alone - they knew what sort of business we were down to. With Keith with us, it was a different thing; we were expected to be behaving.

I let the guests shower first and when I was going to my room after washing myself, I heard Patrick’s and Keith’s quiet voices. When I opened the door, they stopped and looked at me weirdly. It didn’t help my mood at all!

Seconds later, we were sitting on the bed just in our boxers (and Patrick in his briefs).

“So… what do we do?” Keith started. “Do we kiss or something?”

“Nah,” Patrick said and pulled my underwear exposing my soft dick. “Help me get him hard, Keith.”

Without waiting for Keith’s assistance, Patrick took my dick in his mouth and started sucking delicately. This was how our foreplay usually started and it was good to be on familiar waters for once.

“What do I do?” Kevin asked, observing Patrick with wide eyes.

“Suck his dick. I’ll lick his balls,” Patrick commanded and repositioned to my side to make room for Keith. I couldn’t believe it was all happening so fast. I spread my legs to give the boys better access. I let out a sigh of pleasure when I felt Patrick’s tongue on my scrotum. Keith hesitated before leaning over and licking my dickhead. He repeated it a few times and each lick was a little braver than the last one. Eventually, he must’ve decided it didn’t taste so bad because he grabbed my dick with his hand, took most of it into his mouth, and started sucking. I went almost completely hard in seconds.

“Yuck!” Keith said when he made a break. “Do you guys do it all the time?”

“Yes, now shut up and suck him!” Patrick snapped and pushed Keith’s head down who swallowed my shaft without any more protests. I made a mental note to thank Patrick later. He was a great guide for Keith.

“Oh fuck, this is good,” I whispered as I felt two mouths getting busy going down on my junk. I spread my legs even wider and lifted my bum a little bit, hoping Patrick would do what he usually does. And he did.

“Ohhh yesss…” I moaned when he started licking my crack.

“He loves to be licked there!” Patrick told Keith before going back to his task.

Getting head on two fronts gave me an overwhelming feeling. I put my hands on both their heads and massaged their scalps, encouraging them to keep it up. If they intended to get me hot and bothered and ready to fuck, they were doing too good of a job. I was about ready to shoot my load!

Patrick lifted his head and poked Keith. “Okay, that’s enough. We almost made him cum.”

“How do you know?” My best friend asked.

“Trust me, I know. How was your first suck?”

“Shit, it was weird. Did you like it, Braddy?”

“Ughhh…” I managed.

“He loved it, Keith,” Patrick said and patted the older boy on the back. Then he turned to me. “How do you want him, babe?”

I looked at Keith. It felt so weird having to tell him how I want to fuck him.

“You sure you are ready to take my dick, man?”

“You know me, dude. I like trying new things. Don’t worry, it’s not something I will be telling my grandkids about.”

“Let’s see if I can make you change my mind,” I grinned. All the foreplay made me really horny and I didn’t care anymore that I was about to fuck my friend in front of my boyfriend. “Okay,” I said eventually. “On your backs. Both of you.”

Patrick looked at me with surprise but they obediently lay down next to each other. I slowly compared their naked bodies. They were both beautiful! Patrick was small and shapely; he could well become a model if he wanted - and if I let him. Keith on the other hand was a typical, slim adolescent. His body parts seemed still in a heated debate about how to shape his adult frame and neither seemed to be winning. Except for his cock. It was just fantastic. I’d never bottom for anyone but if I had to, I would do it for this one. I grabbed it in my hand and gave it a few strokes. With my left hand, I grabbed a much smaller, but way cuter, Patrick’s pole. Both boys moaned under my touch as I stroked them and compared their reactions. Patrick’s hand found Keith’s and the older boy grabbed it tightly. He was the more nervous of the two although he did appreciate the attention his impressive boyhood was getting.

After I was done playing with them, I lubricated my dick, positioned myself in front of Patrick, and lifted his legs. “You always come first, babe,” I said. He looked back at me with love and closed his eyes when I entered him. Not gonna lie, I’ve done my part stretching the little guy over the months but his flexible body needed no time at all to bring his young hole back to the original shape. It was great for me and even better for him. Unless he was faking it, each time we made it seemed as powerful and mind-blowing as the first one.

“Should I play some music?” Keith asked as he watched me methodically fuck Patrick.

“Uh, oh, yes, please do, oh,” Patrick moaned in between my thrusts. I hoped the gin and tonics my folks drank before going to bed were keeping them asleep.

Seconds later, Careless Whisper by George Michael played from Keith’s phone.

“You’re fucked up, dude,” I panted, giving Patrick all I had.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like George Michael,” Keith said defensively.

“Fuck you, dude. Play something else.”

“What?”

“Whatever! George Michael makes me lose my boner.”

Before you start hating me, I have nothing against George Michael. I like some of his songs. But this very song in this very situation made me feel like I was the biggest creep in the world. Fuck, maybe I was.

Then I heard the familiar sounds of the guitar. It was Intro by The XX. I liked that song. There was something that made it larger than life, even though it was pretty simple. Fucking Patrick to it felt very good. I knew I had to cut it short if I was hoping to satisfy the other boy in the queue, too.

“Do you mind if I switch to Keith now?” I asked.

“I don’t mind. I love you, Bradd,” he said and we kissed for a minute before I pulled my dick out of his hole.

“You guys make me cringe,” Keith said. He was a little tense as he looked at my swaying dick as I repositioned myself to get between his legs.

“You had your chance to back away, Keith, but it’s gone. Now I’m too horny to miss out on it.”

“Who says I want to back away?”

“Your trembling little voice,” I chuckled. “Now show me that virgin hole.”

I helped Keith lift his legs and there it was. It was cute. Pretty hairless. Very tight. It wasn’t spectacular or anything but seeing a back entrance of someone I called a friend for years was a line I never thought I would cross. But there it was. Waiting for me to enter.

As I aimed my ever-horny dick at Keith’s hole, Patrick rolled over to his side to face him and put his hand on his chest.

“Dude, now you have to relax or else it’s gonna hurt a lot.”

“Thanks,” Keith muttered nervously. “Now I feel like I'm at the dentist.”

Patrick pinched Keith’s nipple and the older boy sighed. I was already probing his hole with my dick and I bet it wasn't easy for him.

“Try not to overthink it,” my boyfriend said. “Just go with the flow and all will be fine.”

“Guess you know what you’re saying,” Keith said and squinted when I put more pressure against his sphincter. “Ugh, easier said than done.” His voice was raspy and I saw small sweat droplets appear on his forehead. And I haven’t even started!

“Patrick, keep his legs still in the air,” I requested. When he did, I grabbed Keith’s butt and applied even more pressure. He was tight.

“Is it too late to ask for anesthesia?” Keith chuckled nervously. It was him all over, throwing weird jokes whenever he was nervous.

“You won’t feel a thing, Keith,” I assured him. “By the way, did you notice I have a new Ariana Grande poster?”

“What? Where? I can’t seeeAAAAHmmpphh!” Keith squealed before Patrick put his hand over his mouth to muffle it. I was inside him.

My boyfriend put the finger of his free hand to his lips. “Shhh, dude. Parents.”

Keith was frantically breathing through his nose, and his eyes were open wide. They expressed a million emotions per second. His confident pose was gone and forgotten.

I started moving inside his ass and it felt great. It was tight but not too tight.

“Mmpph. Mmph. Mmph,” Keith grunted through Patrick’s hand with each thrust. I wasn’t going fast yet but I managed to put it all the way in.

“Don’t be a little girl, dude, you’ll be fine,” I said and sped up a little. Keith looked like he was sitting on a dentist's chair, expecting the pain to come at any second.

“Do you promise not to scream if I take my hand away?” Patrick asked him and my best friend nodded eagerly.

“Uhhh, fuck…” Keith whispered when he was able to talk again. “Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, oh my god, fuck…” he chanted as I was plowing him rhythmically.

“Does it hurt?” Patrick asked.

“Uhh… No… ahh, mmh, but it feels weird.”

“Good?”

“It’s starting to feel good,” Keith panted.

“See? Told you it’s not that bad,” Patrick said cheerfully and changed the song on the phone.

Do you really want to hurt me? Do you really want to make me cry? The voice came from the phone speaker.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Keith moaned and made a funny expression. I looked down at my fat dick going in and out of his hole. It was hotter than I thought it would be. My dream came true. My straight crush was acting like a little virgin while taking my dick, and enjoying it, too.

“Ouch!” he yelled when I hit him a little deeper than I intended. I think I have breached another narrowing.

“Shhh,” Patrick put his hand back over Keith’s mouth.

“You should gag him with something else,” I suggested half-jokingly but when Patrick smiled at me mischievously, I almost felt pity for Keith.

My boyfriend put his knee over Keith and sat astride his chest. I watched his bubble butt wiggling as he aimed his boy dick at Keith’s mouth. It was getting really cramped here but I loved it. I expected my best friend to protest but only heard a muffled grunt when Patrick slid his tool inside the older boy’s mouth. One quick adjustment later, and I watched with amazement my boyfriend humping Keith’s face. They were both emitting soft moans and Patrick’s smooth, pale butt jumping right in front of my eyes sent me right into a sensory paradise.

I let go of one of Keith’s ankles and sent my right hand to explore while still fucking him with no remorse. I found Keith’s dick first. It was meaty, hard, and nice in touch. I thought I should play with it and get to know it better some other time. Keith let out weird sounds when I slid his skin up and down. Patrick and I were giving him quite a ride, especially compared to his wooden log experience with Amy.

Do you really want to hurt me...

I collected as much precum from Keith’s dick as I could and moved my fingers to Patrick’s hole.

Patrick inhaled air abruptly. “Yesss…”

I didn’t need another invitation. By that time, I was very well acquainted with my boyfriend’s ring and I knew exactly what to do to get inside without causing him any pain. Seconds later, my finger was knuckle-deep inside. The sounds of Patrick losing it were music to my ears.

“Keith, do you copy?” I asked.

“Mhmmm, mmph,” came from his full mouth.

“I’m going to let your other leg go. Keep them both in the air for me.”

Without waiting for confirmation, I let go of Keith’s leg and wrapped my hand around his cock. That was a whole new level of multitasking. My hips were pushing my dick inside Keith’s hole. My left hand was playing with his hard penis. My right hand fingered Patrick. My eyes were trying not to lose a single second of it. It was so hot, I couldn’t believe it was really happening.

“How does it feel, Patrick?” I asked after a few minutes passed.

“So good…”

“Do you want to switch positions?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“How about you, Keith? You okay down there?”

“Mphh. Mmmmmph…” he moaned and I had no fucking idea what he meant. I’d been fucking him for fifteen minutes if not more. He was doing better than I thought.

A few more minutes later, I was just edging myself and knew I couldn’t hold much longer.

“I’m almost there, babe, how about you?”

“Me too,” Patrick whispered. “I can cum any second.”

“Keith?”

“Mmmmmph!”

“Good man. Let’s make our guest cum first,” I said and started masturbating him as fast as I could. Keith started making sounds like a wounded animal and I was hoping he wouldn’t bite off Patrick’s cute dick.

“I think he’s almost there, Patrick… Almost there… Now!” I commanded when I felt a change in Keith’s breathing pattern. We all sped up to the maximum.

A collective moaning came from every side. When I saw the first jet of cum launch from Keith’s dick and land on Patrick’s back, I lost my mind. I came like a fucking supernova. I closed my eyes as a powerful spasm shook my body from my toes up to the tip of my head. My dick exploded inside Keith’s ass and pumped all the seed I’d produced for the past few days.

Then, Patrick’s high-pitched squeals took over the solo part of this horny boy choir. He pushed his hips forward and jerked his head up as he emptied his load inside Keith’s mouth. My best friend was letting out cries of pleasure as he kept shooting jet after jet of cum on Patrick’s slim backside. It took all my energy and willpower to keep my eyes open to witness it all.

“Fuck…” I let out as my orgasm finally subsided and we all collapsed on top of each other, listening to each other’s slowing breaths. The heap of hot boy bodies turned the room into a sweaty sauna.

“That was… pretty okay,” Keith whispered. He was pinned down by mine and Patrick’s naked bodies.

“Not the worst orgasm of my life,” my boyfriend agreed.

I thought of a witty comment to make but before I knew it, I drifted into sleep.