"Mark said he'd be out in a while. I'll wait for him before throwing the steaks on," Joe said. He passed a beer to Mike, then waited for me to sit up before placing one in my hand. I shifted my body up against Mike, making space for Joe to sit on my other side. He squeezed himself into the small space, snugly wedging me between them as he drank from the bottle in his right hand.
"You know Mark and I go way back," Joe said. "We lived in the same apartments after my parent's divorce and mom moved us from Mike's farm. I was Mark's best man when he married April." He took a drink and continued. "They have an open marriage; both are sexually active with other men and women. The best word I have is bisexual, but they don't really use it to define themselves. The three of us have screwed around on occasion, but I'm partial to cock," he finished, grinning and resting his warm hand on my soft dick. We sat for a long while, drinking our beers and silently listening to the surrounding forest.
"Mike, how did you meet the doc?" I asked. His smile faded as his eyes lost their focus. He began to subconsciously caress the scar on his chest as his mind drifted from the conversation. Joe spoke up, answering my question while gracefully navigating the minefield I'd stumbled into.
"Mike was seriously injured in the flood. He didn't have a regular doctor and Mark was the first one I called when we found him. From that point he's been Mike's doctor as well as mine. Over the last few years, they've become good friends and Mark is someone we can be ourselves with.
Returning from his reverie, Mike looked as if he was about to say something when the sound of crunching gravel signaled Mark's arrival. Relief washed over his face as Joe stood, leaving to greet Mark. Mike nibbled on my ear, tickling my cheek with his mustache; successfully distracting me from the previous conversation. I was gazing into his beautiful eyes and gently biting his lower lip when Joe returned with Mark at his side.
Mark stripped down, carefully folding his clothes and packing them in a small bag he had been carrying. He dropped it on the deck and walked over to greet us. Mike stood up and they wrapped their arms around each other. They hugged and squeezed the other's bare ass, grinding their dicks together and kissing.
"Looking good, Doc," I said with a grin, admiring his tall slender body and half-erect dick. He was taller than all of us, having a slim, runner's build. While my companions were beefy blue-collar men, Mark would look at home in a ten-thousand-dollar suit. Mike helped me to my feet, and I greeted him in the same manner. His dick twitched against mine as we embraced and kissed.
"These horny fuckers are giving you enough time to rest, I hope," he said with a wink.
"They've been tearing me up Doc," I said, teasing. Doc gently turned me around and lowered his face to my ass.
"Let's see how much damage those brutes have done," he said, as he spread my cheeks and fingered my asshole. Inspecting it carefully, he teased it with his tongue before standing back up. "Looks perfectly healthy to me," he said with a smile.
Joe fired the grill and prepared the steaks while Doc took a seat facing Mike and myself. I returned my head to Mike's lap and my foot to the pillow.
"How did this come about?" Doc asked, referring to the three of us. Mike retold the story as Joe, and I filled in the gaps, omitting none of the sordid details. I enjoyed watching his dick stiffen and drool as we thoroughly discussed the raunchy bits. When the subject was exhausted, Doc looked into my eyes and smiled warmly. "You've had one hell of a week," he said, as Mike ran one palm over my stubbly head and caressed my chest with the other.
"Grub's ready," Joe said, as he placed the food on a small round table. We moved to it and sat down.
"April is in Atlanta for a couple of weeks, visiting family and a few friends. She takes six or seven trips each year. Those, and the travel I do for work give us plenty of time apart to explore our wilder sides. It has worked for us, regardless of how many times we've been told it wouldn't. It's certainly not perfect, but nothing is, and I wouldn't want to live any other way."
The last week with Mike and Joe had certainly broadened my perspective; showing me a new way to define family; which for me had always been a filthy word.
I had learned that my naked body was offensive and something to be ashamed of, the idea of us sitting and visiting as friends while wearing nothing, certainly challenged my childhood programming. It was wonderful, no pretense, no shame, no judgment.
After dinner we moved out around the fire pit. Joe had it blazing; it crackled and popped sending glowing sparks into the night air, our shimmering shadows danced silently in the surrounding trees while the stream gurgled softly nearby.
"Mike built the fire pit out of an old tractor wheel and some scraps of steel. He has a gift for making all kinds of useless shit into functional works of art," Joe said. "I keep telling him he could make some money doing this, perhaps even quit his job someday."
