John and Steve just smiled at each other and began to eat.Harris Field changed considerably from that day on. Steve and Johncohabitated together and ...obbie moved in with Ray. The rank structurebroke down and they behaved like two couples who were the closest offriends. Ray was still their tacit leader and when important decisionswere required he made them.Work details were shared but Bobbie kept her domestic duties, she feltthat was where she fit in and was of the most use; she was. “What the fuck was that?” I asked bewildered.He didn't respond, just stared at the floor.I didn't know how to react. He had never done that before. Sure he had openly hit on me but I had always brushed it off. I never felt attracted towards him and he knew I was taken. Plus he had the hots for my best friend.But suddenly I was confused. Why now? What changed? I have love for him, fuck, he's one of the best friends I have. He has helped me out more than I have ever deserved. And in that moment,. “Open up,” I playfully suggested. Patton grabbed my big stick with both hands and shoved the head into her mouth and started sucking and stroking me. I was soon shooting rope after rope of sticky juice down her throat. She released her grip and lips and swallowed my load in one gulp. “Impressive,” I said. “Not too bad yourself,” she quirked back with a naughty smile. We cleaned up and pulled on what clothing was removed and headed back into the camp on opposite sides as to not cause any. This was what was really fucking weird ... helpless. Shit. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. These old guys were supposed to hop all over a stud like me, begging me to drop my pants so they could swallow my meat, or get it good and wet so I could shove it up the guy's asshole. But this stud ... in spite of myself, I started imagining me taking his cock in my hand, sniffing it, licking and sucking it.I reached out tentatively, and "smoothly" stroked his hips, like the experienced stud I.