Author's note: Part thirty is told from Jack's perspective.
All characters are over 18
I woke up sandwiched between Kyle and Uncle Colin. The early morning light was just starting to come through the skylight. This spot in the mountains was truly beautiful. I thought about coming here more often and wondered about the twins. I hoped that I could see them again soon.
Uncle Colin stirred awake. He opened his eyes and he smiled broadly when he saw me.
"This is a nice sight to wake up to." He said softly. I kissed him softly. "That's even nicer. I had a great time last night. You guys are amazing."
"You're pretty great yourself." I said and flashed him a smile. He was damned sexy in his own right.
"Thanks. That means a lot." He paused and seemed to consider something before speaking again. "Can I ask? How did you and your dad get started?"
"I don't mind talking about it." I said and proceeded to tell him the story. I told him how Kyle and I started hooking up and talking about my dad. I talked about the accident and how Dad was taking care of me and then how I got turned on from the bath. Then how one thing led to another and it was now the four of us.
"That's pretty amazing. I can tell you have a special bond together. I'm really happy for Danny that he's part of it." He said genuinely. "He deserves it."
"What about you? How did things get started for you? Can you tell me about your first time? Was it with Danny?" I asked, then quickly added "if you want to talk about it, I mean."
Kyle stirred awake at and leaned over, resting his chin on my chest. He looked like he was still half asleep. Colin smiled at him but didn't miss a beat.
"Yeah, I don't mind. The first time with Danny was incredible but he wasn't my first." Colin paused again and then told the story.
Colin's Story
(Author's note: Similar to Danny's story this is a more expanded version of the story as it happened.)
I was always somewhat curious about guys, at least going back to high school. I never did anything, mostly because the opportunity never presented itself, until my first year of college. I was on the freshmen lacrosse team. I was pretty good since I had played in high school.
The team was doing well and we were moving up in the league. We had some really good players, in addition to me. They were a really good bunch of guys. We got along really well, which helped us play as a team.
Surprisingly there were no big egos. Most of that was due to our coach. He had played in high school and college before getting the job as freshmen coach, Coach Reyes. He certainly looked the part. He was really fit. He was also really attractive. He was a really hot latino guy with long dark hair, light brown skin, and dark eyes.
The first time I saw him, I could barely look away. I had to force myself to stop staring at him. He caught me gawking a few times and just smiled. I'm sure he knew that I found him attractive but it didn't bother him. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the attention.
I had become close with one of the other guys on the team. Jake was his name. He was the only black player on our team. He was a great guy, and also fucking hot. We would tease each other and I felt like we were pushing the boundaries occasionally, but it seemed like neither of us wanted to take the first step.
Looking back on it now, I had a serious crush on him. I don't have any regrets though. Because he was there for my first time.
It was about midseason and we were finishing up a practice game. Coach seemed to be pleased with our performance. As we ran past him to the locker room, he smacked Jake on the ass and gave him a smile. I thought it was a little odd but didn't dwell on it.
We all showered and were getting dressed. I asked Jake if he wanted to hang out and he got a strange look. He said that he had to help Coach with something but maybe later on. I didn't think anything of it at the time and started to make my way back to my dorm.
I got about halfway to the dorms and realized that I had forgotten my phone. I cursed myself and jogged back to the locker room. I was out of breath by the time I got back.
I went to my locker and, sure enough, my phone was lying there in plain sight. I grabbed it and started to head out again when I passed by coach's office. I saw that the door was ajar, so I thought that I'd say a quick hello before heading home for the day.
I approached the office and stopped dead in my tracks. Coach was leaning against his desk, his shorts pulled down, and my friend Jake was sucking his cock. I should have turned and ran out of there but I was frozen in place.
Coach's cock was as beautiful as I'd imagined it. It was slightly darker than his skin and must have been seven inches long. And it was thick. Despite its size and thickness, Jake was taking it almost down to the base.
I couldn't stop myself from staring and I got super hard. I could hear Coach praising Jake and moaning as my friend gave him a blow job. I was entranced and, before I knew it, I had my cock in my hand and was stroking myself while I watched them.
It didn't even cross my mind to go in and join them. I just wanted to watch as my hot friend sucked off my gorgeous coach. I focused on Jake's lips wrapped around that cock. I had imagined them on my cock so many times and never dared to hope that he liked dick.
From the look of it, he loved it. He was moaning and groaning in pleasure while he serviced the coach. I was taking a huge risk by watching them. I didn't know what I could do if they caught me but I didn't care. I had to see what happened next.
Coach said "fuck, yeah. You're so good, Jake." Then placed his hand under Jake's chin and pulled him up into a kiss. It was so hot watching them make out.
Coach told Jake to lean over the desk. He did and Coach pulled down Jake's shorts and started to rim him. Jake moaned "Oh, yeah. That's amazing." Coach got him nice and wet and then positioned himself behind before pushing his cock into Jake's hole.
