I walked into the backyard after returning home from work.  My sister Jill sat at the picnic table with her boyfriend Mark, and Hank, a mutual friend.  I walked over and said, “Hi.”

“Hey, Josh, how was work today?” my sister said.

“It was okay.  We started working on a new house today,” I replied.

I worked for my father’s construction company.  When I graduated from high school two years ago, my dad put me to work.  The work was enjoyable, and I was learning how to do many things.

“How was school?” I asked.

“Same as always.  I can’t wait until I graduate this spring,” Jill said.

“Are you still planning to work for your dad?” Mark said.

“Yes, Dad said I would work in the office with my mom.  Personally, I would rather work in the field.  Office work sounds boring,” Jill said.

“Maybe after you start working for your dad, you can put in a good word for Hank and me.  Working at the factory sucks,” Mark said.

When I sat at the picnic table across from Mark and Jill, Hank reached under the table and handed me a beer.  I popped the top, took a swig, and thanked Hank.

Mark and Hank were best friends.  They were twenty-one, three years older than my sister.  Jill went to school with Mark’s sister, Amy, and met Mark when she went to a party at Hank’s house.  Jill and Mark began dating and had been together for about six months.

“I can talk to my dad for you guys.  Things get busy in the spring,” I said.

“Thanks, but Hank and I don’t know anything about construction,” Mark said.

Nodding, I said, “You can learn as you go.  Dad will need laborers for the projects.  He provided on-the-job training.  When I started, I didn’t know shit,” I said.

Hugging Mark’s arm, Jill said, “You should try, sweetie.  If you get a job with Dad, you won’t have to work the afternoon shift.  We would be able to go out more often.”

“I’m in as long as I can make as much as we make at the factory.  I have a boat payment I have to make every month,” Hank said.

“I think Dad starts laborers at eighteen dollars an hour, plus benefits,” I said.  “As you learn, you make more money.  We have to work ten-hour days and on Saturday once in a while.”

Mark and Hank looked at each other and smiled.  “Getting a job with your dad would be great.  We’d make a lot more than we do at the factory,” Mark said.

We talked for a little longer.  I explained what the laborers did on the job.  Mark and Hank said they were interested.  Mark said he and Hank had to leave and go to work.

While we ate dinner, I brought up Mark and Hank's idea of working for the construction company.  Jill told Dad she would appreciate it if he would consider hiring them.

“I’ll think about it.  You know how I feel about hiring friends,” Dad said.

“What if you and Mark break up?  Wouldn’t it cause problems?” Mom asked my sister.

“No, I don’t think it would cause any problems, Mom.  We’re not little kids,” Jill said.

“As I said, I’ll think about it.  We do need more workers.  I just landed a contract for one-hundred-forty houses in a new subdivision,” Dad said.

After dinner, Jill and I cleared the table.  We put the dishes in the dishwasher, and I washed the pans while my sister dried.

“Thanks for asking Dad about jobs for Mark and Hank,” Jill said.

“No problem, Jill.  I like Mark and Hank.  I hope Mark treats you well,” I said.

Chuckling, Jill said, “Does he ever.”

I laughed and said, “As long as you’re happy, I’m good with it.”

We finished the pans and put them away.  My sister hugged me, pressing her full breasts against my chest.  She kissed my cheek and said, “You’re the best big brother ever.”

Jill and I joined our parents in the family room to watch television.  After an hour, my sister left the room, returning in a pair of terrycloth shorts and a tank-top.  As she walked into the room, I watched her breasts wobble.  She leaned over to grab a throw from the bottom of the coffee table, pointing her butt at me when she did.  I decided it was a good time to leave and went to shower and change.

We watched the news to see what the weather was going to be like the next day.  Dad always checked so he would have an idea of what to expect.  Rain could put a damper on construction.

After the news, we all went to bed.  I had to get up at six to be at work by seven o’clock.  Lying in bed, I thought about offering to talk to my dad about jobs for Mark and Hank.  While I didn’t think so, it could be an issue if Jill and Mark had a falling out.

Two days later, Dad visited the job site where I was working.  He took me aside and told me to have Mark and Hank apply for jobs.  I nodded and thanked him.

When I arrived home, I went into the house.  Jill and Mark were on the couch, making out.  When I cleared my throat, my sister pulled her top down, concealing her breasts.  She grabbed her bra from the floor and sat on it.

“Oops, we didn’t hear you come in,” Jill said as she smirked.

“I talked to Dad today.  He told me to have you and Hank stop at the office and fill out applications,” I said to an embarrassed Mark.

“Really?  That’s great.  Hank and I will go tomorrow morning,” Mark said.

Jill jumped up, put her arms around my neck, and said, “Thanks, Josh.”

“Hey, I only asked.  Now it’s up to Mark and Hank.  My dad requires hard work from his employees,” I said.

“He’ll get it from me,” Mark said.  “I know Hank will work hard too.  Thanks a million, Josh.”

Glancing at the couch, I saw my sister’s bra.  I chuckled and said, “You might want to put your bra away before Mom and Dad get home.”

Laughing, Jill released me, grabbed her bra, and headed for the bathroom.  She returned a few minutes later and smiled at me.

I went upstairs to shower and change.  While washing, I thought about seeing my sister’s full breasts.  Jill had never been a modest girl.  I had seen her in her underwear many times.  In the summer, she wore skimpy bikinis when she was out by our pool.

While the sight of a girl’s breasts should have excited me, seeing my sister’s tits didn’t.  For the past few years, I’d struggled with my sexuality.  I dated a few girls and wasn’t a virgin, but I never became overly excited either.

When I was still in high school, a friend and I masturbated together.  We had fun jacking each other off but never took it any further.  I often wondered if I would have given the opportunity.  Bob moved away, ending my male-on-male activities.  When I started dating, the girls I went out with kept my libido in check.  My last girlfriend loved sex and was willing to do almost anything.  We were getting serious until she left for college in another state.  Sally and I kept in touch, but she told me she had a boyfriend the last time she was home.  It didn’t stop us from getting together for one last fling.

The last time I saw Sally was almost two years ago.  Since then, I went out on a couple of casual dates, but nothing sexual ever developed.

Two weeks later, Hank and Mark started working for Dad.  They were on a different job site, learning the ins and outs.  The night after their first day of work, they stopped by to thank me.  I told them I didn’t do anything other than mention them to my dad.

By the end of April, Dad told me Hank and Mark were doing well.  He said they worked hard, didn’t complain, and showed up on time every day.

“Hey, Josh, Hank is having a party this Saturday.  Would you like to go?” Jill said as we washed the evening dishes.

“Sure, it’s not as if I have anything else to do,” I said.  “How many people are going to be there?”

“Mark said there would be about ten or fifteen people there.  It’s a group of their friends,” Jill said.

“How many of them do you know?” I said.

“I know a few of their friends.  Hank’s sister, Amy, is a friend of mine from school.  She introduced me to Mark,” Jill said, and then she smiled.  “There will be beer.  Hank’s parents are in Florida for the winter.”

“We should take a cab if we’re going to drink,” I said.

Shaking her head, Jill said, “Hank’s house is only three blocks away.  We can walk.”

After we ate on Saturday night, Jill told me it was time to leave.  When I asked her why we were going so early, she said she agreed to help get things set up.  My sister and I went upstairs to our rooms.  I took a shower and then dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt.  As I was tying my shoes, Jill came into my room.

Looking up, I noticed my sister was wearing her underwear.  She took a look at me, smiled, and said, “Cool, I wanted to make sure you didn’t wear something lame.”

“I like your outfit.  Do you think it may be a little chilly?” I said.

“I haven’t finished getting dressed, dickhead,” Jill said as she left my room.

Jill came downstairs wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tight sweater.  She smiled at me and said, “Is this better?”

“No, it’s not better, but I think you’ll be warmer,” I said.

Jill nudged me and laughed.  “You’re such a pervert.”

“What can I say.  I like seeing sexy girls in their undies,” I replied.

“If you don’t want Josh to see your underwear, put on a robe,” Mom said.

“Look at the pot calling the kettle black.  You’re no better than your daughter,” Dad said.

“That’s enough out of you, Dave,” Mom said, and then she laughed.

“Hey, if the shoe fits, Marge,” Dad said.

Like my sister, my parents weren’t concerned with modesty.  It wasn’t uncommon to see Mom in her underwear or Dad in his boxers.  I was comfortable walking around the house in my boxer briefs.  I guess when it’s something you see all the time, it becomes natural.

Jill and I grabbed jackets and left for the party.  As we walked, she talked about her plans to work for our dad.  When Jill said, she would rather work in the field than the office.  I said she would have to talk to Dad.

When we arrived at Hank’s house, Jill walked in without knocking.  We found Mark and Hank in the kitchen, putting munchies into plastic bowls.  My sister grabbed my arm, led me to a girl sitting at the table, and introduced me.

“Amy, this is my brother, Josh. Josh, this is Amy, Hank’s sister,” Jill said.

“Hi, Amy, nice to meet you,” I said.

When Amy stood up, I noticed she was built a lot like Jill.  Her hips were wide, her waist narrow, and her breasts looked large.  Amy wore her black hair long, where Jill’s brown hair was shoulder length.

“Are you ready for a beer?” Hank said.

“Sure, where are they?” I replied.

“We have a keg on the patio.  Come outside, and I’ll get you one,” Hank said.

The three of us went outside and walked to the keg.  Mark filled three red plastic cups, handing one to me.

“How do you like working for my dad?” I said.

“I love it.  It’s the best job I’ve ever had,” Hank said.  “I want to thank you again.”

Mark repeated what Hank said, telling me he was learning a lot of new things.  I tried to be humble, nodding as they spoke.

I saw a boat on a trailer parked near the garage.  Pointing, I said, “Is that your boat, Hank?”

“Yup, it sure is.  Want to see it?” Hank said.

I said I did.  We went over to the boat, and Hank and Mark removed the cover.

“She’s a twenty-foot Lund.  We have it rigged for walleye fishing,” Hank said.

As we walked around the boat, Mark and Hank pointed out the rod lockers, fish holds, and the electronics.  Hank said he didn’t have the tackle or rods in it yet.

“She has a one-hundred horsepower main motor and a nine and a half horsepower kicker.  We use the kicker for trolling,” Hank said.

“Where do you go fishing?” I said.

“My Uncle Ted has a cabin on a lake up north.  The lake is chock full of walleye, pike, bass, and panfish.  We like to fish for walleye because of how good they are to eat.  We fish for bass and pike for fun,” Hank said.

“Do you fish, Josh?” Mark asked me.

Shaking my head, I said, “I’ve never been fishing.  It sounds like fun.”

“You should come with us.  Mark and I plan to go up for the walleye opener in two weeks,” Hank said.

“I don’t know anything about fishing, and I don’t have any tackle,” I said.

“Two weeks ago, I knew nothing about construction.  Today, I helped set trusses for a roof.  Just like our jobs, we learn by doing.  As far as tackle, Hank and I have everything we need,” Mark said.

“Thanks, I’ll think about it,” I said.

“We plan to ask our foreman if we can leave at noon on Friday.  It takes about three hours to get there, and we like to get things set up before dark,” Hank said.

Several people arrived and were getting cups of beer.  Mark and Hank put the cover on the boat, and then we went to greet the guests.  When we reached the keg, Mark filled my plastic cup.

I found a chair on the edge of the patio and sat down.  Sipping my beer, I thought about the invitation to go fishing.  It sounded like fun and something I’d like to try.

My sister came over and sat next to me.  She smiled and said, “How are you doing?”

“Good, Jill.  Hank and Mark are trying to talk me into going on a fishing trip,” I said.

“Are you going?” Jill said.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don’t know yet.  It does sound fun.”

“You should go, Josh.  Mark and Hank like you and said they’d like to get to know you better,” Jill said.  “It wouldn’t hurt for you to make new friends.”

“I’m fine.  Are you sure you wouldn’t mind if I went fishing with your boyfriend?” I said.

“No, not at all.  Look, Josh, Mark is my boyfriend, but we’re not heading for the church.  We have common interests and get along,” Jill said.

Nudging my sister, I said, “I remember seeing you two sharing one of your common interests.”

Giggling, Jill said, “If you had come home twenty minutes later, you’d have seen a lot more.”

“What I saw was amazing,” I said.

“My pervert brother liked seeing my tits?” Jill said.

“Who wouldn’t?”  I laughed and said, “You don’t think I’m a pervert, do you?”

“No.  Do you want to know how big my tits are?” Jill said.

“You wear a thirty-four D bra,” I said with a grin.

“Maybe you are a pervert.  Have you been checking my bras?” Jill said.

“I saw one hanging on the doorknob of the bathroom and checked the tag,” I confessed.

After we stopped laughing, Jill said, “You should talk to Amy.  She said she thinks you’re cute.”

“Thanks for the heads-up,” I replied.

We went to get more beer.  I looked around and saw Amy talking to her brother.  When I started walking toward them, Mark waved me over.

“I have to go check on the other guests.  I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Mark said.

“This is a pretty good party,” Amy said.

“Yes, it’s nice to have a few beers with friends.  Although, I don’t know many of these people,” I said.

Amy and I stood near each other, listening to the music and sipping our beers.  A girl came over and started talking to Amy.  I watched the two girls whispering back and forth for a moment, then Amy excused herself.

I went into the house to get something to eat.  While munching on snacks, I noticed Mark and my sister standing in a dark hallway, making out.  After a moment, Hank came out of the bathroom and stood behind my sister.  She looked back, smiled, and started kissing Mark again.  Hank put his arms around Jill and began rubbing her breasts.  I was a bit shocked when my sister turned her head and kissed Hank.

When they separated, I walked away so they wouldn’t know I saw them.  Jill, Mark, and Hank were laughing and heading outside.  I stood in the kitchen, trying to sort out what I witnessed.  My mind wandered as I thought the relationship between my sister, Mark, and Hank wasn’t as I thought it was.  Until then, I felt Jill and Mark were a couple.  Now I wasn’t sure.

Jill smiled as she walked past me and headed outside.  Mark and Hank came over, stood near me, and started talking about fishing.  By the time we went out to get more beer, I had agreed to go fishing with them.

I watched my drinking and didn’t get drunk.  Sitting outside, I watched the interactions between the couples at the party.  Amy walked over, sat down, and smiled at me.

“You should ask me out one of these days,” Amy said.

Amy’s boldness surprised me.  I’d never been asked out by a girl before.  “I’d like to, Amy.  What do you like to do?”

“I like many things, Josh.  I enjoy going to the show, having dinner, taking walks, dancing, you know, the usual things two people do on a date,” Amy said.

“Those things sound fun, but I’m not much of a dancer,” I said.

Amy and I talked for about a half-hour.  The more we shared, the more I liked her.  The girls I’d dated in the past were slimmer but shallow.  Amy was curvy, smart, and funny.

The party began breaking up at one in the morning.  I told Amy I would call her and we’d go out.  She shocked me with a tender kiss.  I found Jill with Mark.  When I asked if she was ready to go, she said she was.  We walked around, telling everyone we knew goodbye before leaving.

As my sister and I walked home, I said, “So, what’s the deal with you, Mark, and Hank?”

Jill had more to drink than me and was on the verge of being drunk.  She bumped against my side and giggled.

“The three of us are good friends.”  Jill giggled again.  “I saw you watching us earlier.”

Nodding, I said, “Yeah, so, what’s the deal?  Are you and Mark a couple?”

“Yes, but not exclusively.”

“What do you mean, Jill?” I asked.

“Let’s just say the three of us are very good friends.”  Jill stopped walking and turned to me.  “Josh, I’m eighteen and old enough to decide what I want to do.  When I met Mark and Hank, I went out with each of them a few times.  I realized I was starting to come between them, so I suggested we all go out together.  We did, and the three of us have been together since then.”

We started walking again.  I thought about what Jill said and wondered about the relationship between the three of them.

Jill put her arm around my waist, giggled, and said, “I know what you’re thinking, Josh.  Listen, I’m not a slut, but I like Mark and Hank equally.  After the first time the three of us got together, we all decided we were okay with it.  We decided Mark would be my boyfriend in public.  We didn’t want anyone to think we were weird because of our relationship.”

“If you’re happy, I’m cool with the relationship you three have.”  I laughed.  “It must be hard for you to keep two guys happy.”

Shaking her head and giggling, Jill said, “Not at all, Josh.  I can’t believe I’m talking about my sex life with my big brother.  Sometimes I go out with Mark, sometimes I go out with Hank, and sometimes the three of us get together.  None of us get jealous or pissed off.  If you ask me, our relationship is perfect.”

“Do you date any other guys?” I asked.

Laughing, Jill shook her head.  “No, when would I have time?  Mark and Hank aren’t dating anyone else either.”  Bumping against my side, Jill said, “I keep them happy if you know what I mean.”

“Do Mom or Dad know?” I said.

“Mom does.  She caught Hank and me fooling around once.  When she asked, I told Mom the truth,” Jill said.

“What did she say?”

“Mom said it was a good thing I was on the pill.  She told me it was up to me who I dated and what I did with them,” Jill said.

When we got home, I opened the door for my sister.  We were quiet as we went up to our rooms.  After saying goodnight, we went into our bedrooms.  I stripped, got into bed, and thought about the conversation I had with my sister.  The fact she was dating two guys, and the two men were best friends, was a bit weird.  Her honesty wasn’t.

On the Friday we were to leave for the fishing trip, I left work at eleven.  Over the past few days, I’d packed my clothes and bought a few things Mark and Hank suggested.  At shortly after noon, Hank pulled in front of my house.  I tossed my backpack and jacket in the back of the truck and got into the backseat.  The three of us shook hands, and we were off.

On the way north, Mark and Hank explained how we’d be fishing for walleyes.  We stopped and grabbed a sandwich and went shopping for food.  Mark bought two cases of beer and a bottle of whiskey.  We also went to a sporting goods store so I could buy a fishing license.

We arrived at Hank’s uncle’s cabin at four in the afternoon.  After offloading the gear, we drove to the boat launch to put the boat into the water.  I rode with Hank while Mark took the truck and trailer back to the cabin.

“This is great,” I said as Hank motored toward the cabin.

“We love coming here and fishing,” Hank said.

I felt the chilly wind in my face as Hank sped up.  The boat cruised over the smooth water, leaving a wake behind us.

“There’s the cabin,” Hank said as he pointed.

When we reached the dock, Mark was there to help us.  I glanced at the graph, noticing the water was ten-feet deep at the end of the dock.

Mark pulled to the side of the dock.  Hank helped him tie the lines to cleats and secure the boat.  Mark climbed aboard, and they showed me the rods and tackle we’d use.  We left and headed up the hill to the cabin.

When we went inside, I was able to get a good look at where we’d be staying for the next two days.  The cabin was rustic at best.  The rectangle building had a small kitchen and eating area at one end and four bunk beds at the other end.  In the middle, there was a free-standing fireplace, two couches, and three overstuffed chairs.  Like the table and chairs in the eating area, none of the other furniture matched.

Hank opened a door near the sink, showing me a room with the toilet, shower, on-demand hot water heater, and the pump.  There was also a stacked washer and dryer combination.  I noticed the shower was just an area of the utility room with a small curb to contain the water.  A transparent plastic sheet hung from a rod, enclosing the three-foot by five-foot stall.  

“The cabin was built by my grandfather.  My uncle added the utility room.  Liquid propane provides gas for the water heater and the two-burner stove in the kitchen.” Hank said.  “It isn’t fancy, but it keeps us warm and dry.”

“This is nice, Hank,” I said.  “What do we need to do next?”

“We need to get firewood and start a fire.  It gets cold at night, and the fireplace is the only source of heat.  Then we can take care of our things and have a beer,” Mark said.

The three of us went outside and grabbed a load of split firewood from under a lean-to.  Hank built a fire in the fireplace while Mark and I filled the wood rack in the living area.

We placed our bags on the upper bunks, each of us selecting one.  The homemade beds had a full-size mattress on the bottom and a twin on top.  Hank pointed at a cabinet, telling us the bedding was in it.  We made our beds and then went outside.

Mark and I built a fire in the firepit.  Hank passed out beers, and we sat in the wooden Adirondack chairs around the fire.  The steady breeze kept the smoke out of our eyes as we sat looking out over the lake.

While sitting by the fire, Hank and Mark told me about the different methods they used for the fish they targeted.  I asked questions, and they answered them for me.  When Mark asked if I liked to eat fish, I said I did.

We sat drinking beer and talking for another hour.  Mark went into the house, coming back with the bottle of whiskey.  He took a sip and handed it to Hank.  After he took a drink, Hank passed the bottle to me.  I felt the burn as I swallowed.

“I’m going to start dinner.  I don’t want to drink on an empty stomach,” Hank said.

We took our beers into the cabin.  Hank pulled a cast-iron frying pan from a cupboard and placed it on the stove.  Mark took a package of bratwurst from the cooler and put them on the counter.  He took out a saucepan and told me to open the can of beans.

I watched Hank pour a can of beer into the frying pan, then add the brats.  He stood at the stove, cooking our meal while Mark and I set the table.  When I noticed they used real plates, I asked why.

“We don’t like paper plates, Josh.  I’d rather wash dishes than deal with them,” Hank said.

Once the food was ready, we sat at the table to eat.  I told my new friends the bratwursts were great.  When we finished, I helped wash the dishes and clean the kitchen.  Hank added wood to the fireplace before we took our cans of beer outside.

It was dark, but the moon cast a soft glow over the area and the lake.  We enjoyed the fresh air while drinking and talking.  Hank passed the bottle of whiskey around, and we all drank some.  By about eight o’clock, none of us were feeling any pain.

Mark and Hank shared smiles as they sat watching the fire.  I couldn’t hear them when they whispered to one another.

“So, Josh, what do you think of our fish camp?” Hank said.

“This is great.  I’ve never been camping or stayed in a cabin like this,” I replied.

“We have an initiation for newbies.  Do you want to go through it and become part of our fishing club?” Mark said.

Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “How many members are there?”

“So far, just my two cousins, Mark and me.  My cousins initiated us two years ago.  Since they got married, they don’t come here often,” Hank said.

I was feeling mellow and enjoying the developing friendship between Hank, Mark, and me.  I couldn’t help thinking about the relationship they shared with my sister.  Neither of them mentioned it, so I didn’t either.

“What the hell, I’m in.  What do I have to do?” I said.

Mark and Hank chuckled.  We passed the whiskey around, each of us taking a drink, then chasing it with beer.

“Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?” Hank said.

“Sure, I’ve done it at my house when no one was home,” I said.

“The first part of the initiation is to go skinny-dipping in the lake,” Mark said.

“Okay,” I said as I got up and started undressing.

“Let’s go into the cabin and get towels first,” Hank said.

We went into the cabin.  Hank took towels from the utility room and tossed them on the couch.  Once again, I began undressing.  When I saw Hank and Mark stripping, I was miffed.

“Are you going too?” I said.

“Yes, we wouldn’t ask anyone to do something we wouldn’t do.  You know, one for all and all for one,” Hank said.

The three of us laughed as we removed our clothes, tossing them onto one of the chairs.  Hank stoked the fire, telling me we would need the heat when we returned.  I glanced at Mark and Hank, and they looked at me.  We shared silly grins and headed for the door.

I followed my friends down the hill and onto the dock.  Without thinking, I jumped into the lake.

“Holy shit, it’s fucking freezing,” I yelled as heard Mark and Hank splash near me.

“What did you expect?  Less than a month ago, the lake was covered with ice,” Mark said.

We swam to the dock and scrambled up the ladder.  The three of us ran to the cabin, went to the fireplace, and rubbed ourselves with towels.

While we shivered, we laughed.  I glanced at Mark and Hank, noticing the cold water had the same effect on them as it did me.  Our cocks were shriveled, as were our balls.  After warming ourselves by the fire, we moved to the couch and chairs.  Before sitting down, Hank grabbed the whiskey.  We passed the bottle around, each of us taking a big drink to warm our insides.

“The swim was invigorating,” I said.  “You said jumping in the lake was part of the initiation.  What else do I have to do?”

Sitting next to each other on the couch, Mark and Hank chuckled as they looked at each other.  We took another drink of whiskey and then our beers.

It was all Hank could do to keep a straight face when he said, “Now you give us a blowjob.”

I figured Hank was kidding and trying to shock me.  I glanced at their crotches, smiled to myself, and moved closer.  Looking at Mark and Hank, I knelt on the floor.  They gasped when I put my hands on their cocks and wrapped my fingers around their soft shafts.

Having the element of surprise, I leaned forward and sucked Mark’s cock into my mouth.  He squirmed as I took his entire dick in.  While sucking Mark, I caressed Hank’s cock.  A few moments later, I felt Mark grow in my mouth, and Hank’s swell in my hand.

As I bobbed my head on Mark’s six-inch cock, I felt a rush of excitement, much like I did when my friend and I masturbated each other.  But this was better.  I was finally able to satisfy my curiosity, something I’d harbored for several years.

“Fuck, Josh, we were kidding.  You don’t have to do this,” Hank said.

Lifting my mouth from Mark’s cock, I began sucking Hank’s dick.  His was about the same length but a bit thinner.  I was able to take the entire length into my throat.  I felt my cock growing as I gave Hank a blowjob and played with Mark’s cock.

After about five minutes, I pulled my head up, looked at Hank and Mark, and smiled.

“If you want me to stop, tell me now,” I said.

Before either of them could reply, I started sucking Mark again.  I guess he decided I wanted to blow him because he moaned and put his hand on the back of my head.  When his cock hit the back of my throat, I fought the urge to gag and took it in.  Pressing my nose against his pubic mons, I rubbed his balls against my chin.

Mark held my head, guiding me up and down on his cock.  I tried to jack Hank’s cock but found it hard to do while sucking the one in my mouth.  Removing my hand from Hank, I concentrated on Mark.

As I bobbed my head, I relished the feeling of Mark’s cock moving against my lips, tongue, and the roof of my mouth.  I slowed down, taking time to become accustomed to having a cock in my mouth and throat.  When I glanced up, I saw the look of lust on Mark’s face.  His constant moaning, closed eyes, and open mouth told me he enjoyed my first attempt at giving head as much I did.

Mark began to squirm.  He let out a groan and said, “Holy fuck, I’m going to come.”

I think he was warning me, but it didn’t matter.  I made up my mind to take my first blowjob to fruition.  I figured his semen wouldn’t taste much different from mine. It wasn’t uncommon for me to lick my cum from my hand when I jacked off.  There was one time I tasted my friend’s when we masturbated each other.

Rolling Mark’s balls in the palm of my hand, I increased the speed of my bobbing head and the suction I applied.  A moment later, I felt his cock swell and shoot several shots of semen into my mouth.  I let Mark finish coming before removing his cock and swallowing his spend.  I closed my eyes as I rolled my tongue around the inside of my mouth.

Looking up, I saw Mark had his head back on the couch.  Hank sat staring as I licked my lips and moved between his legs.  He removed his hand from his dick and didn’t protest when I started sucking his cock and caressing his balls as I’d done with Mark.

My cock throbbed as I gave my second blowjob.  The feel of having Hank’s cock in my mouth was just as enjoyable as sucking Mark.  I repeated everything I did with Mark on Hank.  I took him into my throat, rubbed his balls against my chin, and slobbered on his cock.  The sound of my sucking melded with the moaning from Hank.

As Mark had, Hank held my head.  Unlike Mark, he humped his cock in and out of my sucking mouth.  Hank kept my head still while fucking my face.  I didn’t stop Hank from doing what he wanted.  It excited me, even though he’d taken control.  My mind wandered as his cock pushed into my throat, and he groaned.  The thought of my sister blowing Hank and Mark caused me to chuckle.  I couldn’t help thinking of Jill on her knees, taking turns with their cocks.

Holding my head down with his cock in my throat, I felt Hank swell.  The first shot of semen went down my throat, and I pulled my head back until the ridge of his glans was against my lips.  I wanted to taste him as I had with Mark.  While Hank’s cum was different, the flavor and texture weren’t the least bit unpleasant.

I savored Hank’s cum for a moment, then swallowed.  Removing my mouth, I sat back on my heels, looking up at Mark and Hank.  I’d finally answered a question that had haunted me for several years.  I liked sucking cock.  I knew I still wanted to date girls.  They had body parts a man didn’t.  I loved playing with breasts and pussy.  I also enjoyed kissing a girl, something I wouldn’t do with a man.  Sucking cock was one thing, kissing was another, and out of bounds.

When I stood up, my erection waved from side to side.  Hank looked at my cock, smiled, and said, “How big is that thing?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “I don’t know.”

“Your cock is at least eight inches, maybe longer.”  Mark wrapped his fingers around my shaft, slowly stroking me.  “It’s thick too.”

Getting up, Mark sat me on the couch next to Hank.  We took a drink from our beer cans as we relaxed, and I enjoyed the afterglow of giving my friends blowjobs.  The next thing I knew, Mark started sucking my cock.  Hank reached between my legs, caressing my balls as Mark tried to take my entire cock into his mouth.  After a few moments, Hank knelt next to Mark.

I watched as Mark and Hank took turns sucking my cock.  I noticed they avoided getting too close to each other's mouths.  They bobbed their heads, played with my balls, and stroked my shaft.  As I sat there enjoying my first blowjob from a male, I realized this wasn’t their first time.

Mark had my cock in his mouth when I announced my pending climax.  He continued sucking me as I filled his mouth with cum.  Before I finished, he pinched the base of my cock, removed his mouth, and pointed me at Hank.  Hank took me into his mouth as Mark released his grip, and I sent the last two shots of semen into his mouth.

Sitting back on his heels, Hank swallowed, then licked his lips.  He and Mark bumped shoulders and began laughing.

“Dude, we never thought you’d blow us.  I was joking when I said it,” Hank said.  “Have you ever sucked cock before?”

“No, this was my first time giving or receiving, at least from a guy.  Giving head has been a fantasy of mine for a long time.  When I was younger, a friend of mine and I used to jack each other off.  I wanted to try oral sex, but he moved away before I had the chance.  I assume this isn’t your first time,” I said.

Laughing and shaking their heads, Mark and Hank looked at each other.  “Mark and I have been fooling around together since we were in high school.”

“So, how does my sister fit into this?” I said, noticing the look on their faces.  “Jill told me about the relationship between the three of you.”

“Jill knows Hank and I are bisexual.  She’s fine with it.  Your sister is an amazing girl,” Mark said.

“I don’t know if she told you, but we started getting together when I caught her and Amy in bed together.  They didn’t even stop when they noticed me standing in the doorway,” Hank said.

“What did they do?” I said.

Laughing, Mark said, “Jill invited Hank to join them.”

“Did you?” I asked.

“No, the idea of fooling around with my sister was too weird for me.  I left them alone.  Later, my sister said Jill thought I was cute.  We went out a couple of times, and then I introduced her to Mark.  I told Jill Mark was my best friend, and we did almost everything together.  She said it was okay with her.  Since then, the three of us have been in a relationship,” Hank said.

I nodded.  “So, what else is involved in the initiation?” I asked.

Laughing, Mark said, “Nothing.  You’re an official member.”

“I have to ask.  How’d I do blowing you guys?  As I said, this was my first time,” I said.

Hank and Mark laughed, and then Mark said, “Let’s just say you could give your sister a run for her money.  Jill is good, but I don’t think she’s much better than you are.”

“I’ve only had a blowjob from one girl.  She wasn’t nearly as good as you two.  Just so we’re straight, sucking cock is as far as I go.  I have no desire to kiss another guy,” I said.

“We’re all on the same page, Josh.  Mark and I aren’t into making out with each other or any other male.  We just like sucking cock once in a while.  Until tonight, neither of us has been with another guy,” Hank said.

“We should get some sleep.  Five o’clock comes early,” Mark said.

The three of us cleaned up the area.  Following their lead, I climbed into bed naked.  As I got comfortable, I smiled, realizing I was going to enjoy fishing.

When we got up the next morning, we dressed and prepared coffee and breakfast.  After washing the dishes, we walked down the boat and headed out.  No one mentioned what we’d done the night before.

For the next few hours, I received a lesson on walleye fishing.  Mark and Hank were patient with me, explaining what we were doing and why.  I learned to read the graph and about structure.

I caught my first fish while retrieving my lure.  It shocked me at first, but I felt the excitement of reeling in the fighting walleye.  After we landed it, Mark used his phone, then mine, to take pictures while I held my catch.

By the time we finished, we had five fish in the hold.  Hank motored back to the cabin where we cleaned the fish.  Mark fried potatoes while I heated a can of corn.  Hank grilled some of the fish for our dinner.  It was the best fish I’d ever eaten.

Later, we sat around the fire pit, enjoying a beer while talking about the day’s fishing.  Hank and Mark said I did great for my first time.  At about ten, we headed for bed.  As I undressed, I wondered if we would repeat the oral activity of the previous night.  We didn’t.

On the trip home Sunday afternoon, Mark and Hank invited me to go again.  I told them I looked forward to it.