“Friday was great!” Elliot exclaimed, cornering me in our first-period English class Monday morning. “We loved being able to hang out with another gay couple.”

Bo and I had gone on our first double date with Elliot and Jason the previous Friday.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “We liked it, too.”

“What did you two do after the movie?” he asked.

“We have a special place where we can do whatever we want,” I accidentally admitted.

“I wish we had a spot like that.”

“I work at a gym,” I admitted. “After closing, I can do pretty much anything I want. Bo and I use the locker room and shower after our dates. Maybe – maybe we can share the space once in a while. That is, if you guys are OK with that. I mean, I’m talking about sharing the space, not the bodies.”

“God, that would be amazing!” Elliot said. “Who hasn’t fantasized about doing it in a locker room shower? That would be great!”

“Maybe we can go out again Friday,” I offered before I realized it.

The next thing I knew, we were walking out of our favorite pizza joint about nine o’clock that Friday night with Elliot and Jason.

“We still have an hour and a half before the gym will be empty,” I explained. “Is there any place we can go until then?”

“We sometimes go out to a little church parking lot just outside of the city limits,” Jason offered. “We’ll be in separate cars. But, at least, we can get things started.”

Jason led us a couple miles outside the city limits to a tiny parking lot beside a very small church. They parked facing the church cemetery. I spun around and backed up to within a couple feet of Jason’s Hyundai.

We both popped our hatches. I was close enough that Bo and I could prop our feet on Jason’s bumper.

He explained that they’d used this spot many times and had never been bothered.

I lied, telling him we’d never done much in the car. But we were willing to give it a shot – at least, until it was time for my gym to close.

Bo and I got comfortable in my hatch using one folded blanket for padding and another for warmth. While it was somewhat unseasonably warm for January, we still could see our breath a little.

Jason and Eliott stared as we made ourselves comfortable. Then, as if startled from a daydream, they both jumped into action copying our position wrapped in their own blanket.

“I don’t know how long we can stand to do this out here,” Eliott said. “We might have to close our hatch to get warm in a few minutes.”

“If you can hang on until eleven, we can go to my gym and get warm in the showers,” I encouraged.

As I spoke, Bo already was nuzzling and kissing my neck. His hand was trying to push into my jeans.

I reached under the blanket and worked my belt, button and zipper to release my growing cock for him.

He began stroking me with light, soft caresses as he continued kissing my neck.

I noticed our audience was intrigued just before my eyes closed instinctively.

After a minute or so of kissing, licking, and sucking my neck, Bo moved up over my new beard to find my mouth. Our tongues met like long-lost lovers and slid into their familiar dance of lust and love.

I let my eyes peek open occasionally to realize that Bo’s enthusiastic stroking of my cock was more than obvious under the fleece blanket that covered us. I also saw that Jason and Eliott were making out with obvious tongue wrestling. Jason had a hand pushed up into his boyfriend’s shirt while Eliott violently groped Jason’s bulge through his jeans.

“Do you guys need another blanket?” I asked breathlessly as Bo continued his work on my cock.

“No,” Jason answered. “We’re OK.”

Just then, Eliott popped the button of Jason’s jeans and pushed his hand down inside to find the cock he craved.

Without disturbing Bo’s work, I reached one hand over to the crate behind him that held our supplies. I instinctively grabbed a beach towel and tossed it over to Jason.

Within a few seconds, Eliott’s hand was furiously working Jason’s stiff cock even more than Bo manipulated me.

Bo quickly pushed his tongue into my mouth as he gave me his most masterful hand work ever. In seconds, I was panting into his mouth, throbbing in his hand and aching to cum.

Bo pressed his mouth tightly against mine to stifle my groans as I pumped wad after wad into the blanket and over his hot hand.

“God! Thank you, Bo,” I whispered into his mouth as he pulled away.

“You owe me one,” he breathed as he kissed over my hot face.

“I’m yours, Bo-Bo,” I panted into his ear as he kissed a path over my right ear to my neck. “I owe you everything.”

With that, he gave my dying, goo-covered cock another squeeze.

Without the least concern for our friends, Bo pulled his cum-covered hand from under the blanket and licked it clean.

I couldn’t stop myself from moaning in sensual approval as I angled toward his neck for my own kissing and licking.

By then, I’d forgotten about our friends until I heard Jason loudly panting and grunting under Eliott’s forceful stroking under the beach towel.

Jason was loud enough for the dead in the church graveyard to hear in the crisp, quiet winter night.

His face contorted, his breathing all but stopped as his boyfriend’s arm pistoned up and down under the towel that covered his stiff meat.

Finally, after what seemed forever, Jason went silent for several seconds before he grunted loudly and his body convulsed violently.

Eliott gave Bo and me an odd look before whipping the towel away and diving down on to his lover’s stiff, cum-covered cock.

Eliott had the full length of Jason’s meat in his mouth, sucking and swallowing as hard as he could while we watched, still panting ourselves.

“Wow!” I said. “That was hot!”

Bo gave me a tight squeeze as he still was holding my limp cock.

“If you guys are still up to it, the gym should be empty by now,” I said as I folded and replaced the blankets in the crate in my Jeep.

“Even if it’s only for a sexy shower in a locker room, we’re definitely down for it,” Jason gushed, still breathless from being pleasured by his lover.

“Follow me,” I told him and led him to the back of the building where I worked.

I texted the on-duty security officer that I had invited a guest to work out so they would ignore the unusual vehicle parked beside mine.

Neither Bo or I were surprised by Elliot’s body. We’d seen him every day in gym. He was thin, making him look a bit more muscular than I was with a roughly three-inch flaccid penis. We’d never seen him erect. His boyfriend, Jason, was much better off. He had at least five inches when flaccid. And, he was thick, thicker than I could ever hope to be, but not quite as thick as Bo’s own five-inch tube. He also was nicely built, somewhere between Elliot and me.

For an instant, we all stood staring. Three of us, at least, had seen each other naked in gym class. But this was a different place, a different situation. No longer were we worried about being seen looking at the cocks of other boys or letting others see us become aroused at the sight. And, we’d also caught fleeting glimpses of both mine and Jason’s cocks in the church parking lot.

That night we were together for the purpose of arousal and, to a degree, of being seen.

All our eyes were on the cocks of other boys.

“What the Hell is that?” Jason asked, his eyes latching on to my balls.

“That’s my ball ring,” I said and proceeded to explain my stainless steel ball stretching ring. I’d put it on just after stripping down.

Bo and I both loved me wearing it any time we were naked. We also liked how it felt when we made love.

“That’s kind of cool,” Elliot said. “It looks hot as Hell.”

“Well, now we’ve all seen each other naked,” I said. “What do you guys want to do? Just do our individual things in the shower? Or, do you want to do another circle jerk? What?”

“We’ve never taken a double-date this far,” Bo chimed in. “We’re down for most anything except swapping. I’m not sharing my daddy with anybody!”

“Oh, no,” Elliot said. “We never – I mean, we don’t want to do anything like that. We just want to do our own thing, just in the same place. Is that OK? I mean, it was hot as shit at the church – even though we weren’t really watching each other. But, it would be the hottest thing ever to actually watch you do – anything, if that’s OK.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “That’s – actually, that’s kind of a turn-on.”

“That’s what we were thinking,” Jason said. “It would be cool to be together with another couple around. Y’know, sort of like an orgy. We’d love to be able to see what other couples do together.”

“We can do that,” Bo said definitively. “Do you want to do it in showers or out here on the benches?”

“I’ve always wanted to do Jason in a locker room shower,” Elliot confessed.

“This is our favorite place, too,” Bo admitted. “Let’s go.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the showers.

Our naked friends followed us.

Bo turned on the water in our usual spot. A few feet away, Elliot and Jason were standing together under the warming spray.

Bo suddenly left me alone, heading back to the locker room. I took the opportunity to thoroughly wash and rinse off, making sure to massage and stroke my cock to another raging hard-on.

I could feel my gay friends watching me. Somehow I didn’t care. Bo and I had made the tacit decision to let them participate in our relationship to some degree. Letting them watch me jack myself to an erection would eventually be a meaningless, minor part of that decision.

Bo returned before I was fully hard and handed me a lube syringe as he kissed me. I grabbed him in a tight embrace and our tongues danced for minutes on end as both our cocks grew between us.

When we pulled apart, I glimpsed our friends watching intently. They were standing under the water close enough for their shoulders to touch. But, they seemed mesmerized by our open display.

Bo and I both stroked each other's cocks for a minute or so before he turned around to face the wall of the shower.

He bent down slightly, bracing his forearms against the wall, his ass pushed back as an x-rated offering to me and easily visible to our guests.

I leaned down and kissed his wet back and slid the syringe into his waiting ass hole.

When it was almost empty, I pulled it out and squeezed the remaining contents onto the tip of my stiff cock.

I looked back at Elliot and Jason.

“If you want to come over to this side, you can watch,” I allowed.

With that, I turned and slowly positioned my stiff cock between my boyfriend’s spread ass cheeks and slid it up and down.

“Fuck me, Daddy!” Bo moaned, reaching back to grab my swinging balls.

I continued to slide my meat up and down his crack several times and even down between his legs to bang against his constricting balls.

I leaned down and kissed over Bo’s shoulder blades before lifting my cock up to press against his tight sphincter.

As soon as he felt that, he pushed back against it as I pushed in toward him.

“Please, Daddy!” Bo cried out. “Fuck me!”

I pushed slowly in against the pressure of his tight ass.

Bo immediately stiffened and arched his back as my meat entered his tight sphincter and filled his eager ass.

The second my groin pressed against his brown ass I forgot we weren’t alone. In an instant, we were a single physical – metaphysical – entity. I stroked in and out of Bo as he pushed back and forth against me in time with my own thrusts. My ringed balls banged against Bo’s taint and balls alternately.

We’d created a symbiotic relationship when we made love, becoming one in every way when our bodies were joined. And, apparently, it didn’t matter if we were alone or not. We were in our own world.

I thrust in and out of Bo over and over, my eyes closed, my mind concentrating only on Bo’s needs. How deep does he need me? How fast should I go? Does he only want the tip this time?

We both gasped and then moaned at the ecstasy. I melted at the feeling of my boyfriend’s body engulfing my cock as I slid into him.

“Please, Daddy!” Bo begged.

I slowly slid in and out of him, making love more than fucking. We’d become completely oblivious to our audience watching our every move.

I instinctively slid a hand down to his stiff cock and began stroking in time with my own thrusts into his rear.

In less than thirty seconds I could feel his pulse throbbing throughout his body and into his thick cock. My own contractions started a few seconds later.

“God! Bo! Let’s cum together!” I shouted into his ear.

A second later we both exploded. I sent thick globs of cum into my best friend’s ass over and over. He sprayed the floor and wall with his thin white milk as I jacked his thick meat as fast as I could.

When we both were finally spent, Bo still pushed his hands against the wall. I stood behind, my dying cock slipping out of his gooey ass. I had my arms wrapped around his chest.

I finally released him when his tight ass pushed my limp meat out.

He finally stood up and turned to face me.

“I love you, Daddy,” he said breathlessly as he moved in to fill my mouth with his tongue.

I broke away and dropped to my knees to suck as much of his remaining seed out of his dying cock.

“That was amazing,” I heard Elliot say dryly as I bobbed back and forth on my boyfriend’s limp cock..

“You guys are so hot,” Jason said as I finally stood up. “And watching that chrome ring swinging back and forth on your balls was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Bo and I were panting under the hot water. Both our flaccid cocks were covered with and dripping cum. I realized I’d forgotten I was wearing the ball ring.

“Don’t you guys fuck?’ Bo asked. “We’ve been doing it for a while now. There’s nothing better.”

“Well, yeah,” Elliot said. “We’ve done anal. But it’s never like that. You guys were amazing! That wasn’t just sex. That was a porn video and love story at the same time.”

“What do you guys want to do?” I asked. “I mean, you can do anything you like. And, you’re in a locker room shower. That’s everybody’s fantasy.”

“Yeah, we just –,” Jason started.

“We can give you some privacy if you want,” I said. My hand had automatically snaked around Bo’s wet hips and settled on his still throbbing left ass cheek.

“But, you did just watch us fuck, something nobody else has ever seen before,” Bo reminded them. “I’d like a live porn show, too. We’re sharing our spot. We let you watch Jim fuck my ass. You can give us something.”

Elliot immediately smiled, turned to Jason and leaned up to kiss him on the lips. His left hand moved in to begin caressing Jason’s half-hard cock.

I stepped under the water to wash my dick off as our friends kissed and fondled each other.

By the time I was finished, Jason was on his knees before Elliot licking and kissing the length of his growing cock.

Elliot grabbed Jason’s blond hair in his fists and pulled him against his groin with a near-violent passion.

His chest began heaving rapidly as Jason’s head bobbed back and forth on Elliot’s cock.

After a minute or so of oral preparation, Jason turned around on his knees and assumed a face-down-ass-up position in a manner that evinced a practiced ritual. These boys weren’t newcomers.

Elliot quickly dropped to his knees and wasted no time pushing his erect cock between Jason’s upturned and spread cheeks.

Without obvious lube or preparation, Jason yelled out as Elliot penetrated his dry hole.

Elliot closed his eyes in ecstasy.

In less than a minute, Elliot was giving his boyfriend a slow deep ride that had both boys moaning and gasping.

Bo and I both stepped closer, instinctively wanting a better view of Elliot’s cock pumping in and out of Jason’s ass.

I felt my cock growing as I watched. A quick glimpse showed me that Bo was experiencing the same reaction. Live sex shows were hot!

In less than two minutes, Elliot began gasping and had a familiar look on his face. His pace picked up as he pumped harder and harder into Jason’s hole.

At school the following Monday, we received information about ordering our class rings.

“Why don’t we order our class rings in each other’s size?” I asked.

“Why would we do that? Your ring finger is bigger than mine,” Bo replied. “It wouldn’t stay on my hand. And you couldn’t wear yours at all.”

“But you could wear mine,” I said.

“Why would I wear your ring?”

“If I had a girlfriend, I’d probably ask her to wear my class ring, and she’d probably wear it on a chain around her neck because it would be too big for her finger,” I explained. “High school kids used to do that all the time as a sign of commitment.”

“I’m not stupid. I am familiar with the concept.” Bo sounded a little perturbed.

“Well, I don’t have a girlfriend; I have a boyfriend,” I started.

“You want me to wear your ring?!” He finally got it, his eyes enormous.

“I figure it would be easier to just order our rings in each other’s size,” I continued with my original idea. “No one would know the difference but us.”

“That is a good idea,” Bo admitted. “And, of course, I love the idea of wearing your ring and actually going steady.”

Later, at lunch, Jason became very curious about our relationship. He asked for details about how Bo and I met, how we found out we were into guys and each other. He asked about how many guys we’d both been with.

He seemed surprised when I explained how we’d never been with anyone else.

“Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to suck another guy’s cock or fuck another guy?” Jason finally asked.

I’d had an idea he was heading somewhere with his line of questioning.

“Absolutely not!” Bo said. “Jim’s mine alone. Bo doesn’t share Jim!”

“I’ve never even thought about other guys the way I think about Bo,” I said. “He’s the only boy I’m the least bit interested in.”

“That’s sweet,” Jason replied. “I was just curious.”

When I caught Bo’s eye, he gave me a knowing eye roll.

“Who does Jason think he is asking us if we wanted to try out other guys?” Bo asked on the ride home from school. “As if I’d wanted to have anything to do with him or Elliot! Or let them have you! Never!”

He still wouldn’t drop it even as we held each other naked in his shower at home.

“We’re not going on any more double dates with them,” he instructed me. “Don’t let them even ask. No matter what day it is, one of us always has to work.”

“Yes, Sir!”