Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02

... skin pressed against mine, all that smooth, sweaty skin, and all the time that tight, hot, relentless pumping of our cocks ...

Until we came, all too soon, all three of us gasping and shuddering together, as I felt the hot wet spurt of Pete's cock inside me just as my own cock burst in sweet release, and from the convulsions of his body I knew Ben was coming too, his cock pressed against the pillow beneath him. Wet cum pumping into my ass, more of it pumping out of my cock into Ben, and I was collapsing in moaning bliss between the press of their bodies, overwhelmed with the sensation of nothing butboy all over my body. It was like nothing I'd done before. And it felt wonderfully, deliciously good.

After that we just lay there for a long, sweet, playful time. We pulled our cocks out of each other's asses, but stayed cuddled close together, stroking and kissing and touching. I felt a kind of childlike glee, a freedom, a playfulness that I could not remember feeling in years. Just rolling around on a bed with two other boys, making out with them, let my hands wander over their bodies, sucking eagerly on their cocks -- it made me feelfree. Free and whole. Like I was finding something I had always needed, but had never known.

Pete left briefly, pulling his shorts back on slipping away through a side door, to fetch us a very late lunch. I couldn't have said how long he was gone -- I had nestled myself into Ben's crotch and I was passionately licking his balls, and then ...

... kissing and sucking on his six-inch cock. Then Pete came back with water, bread, cheese, fruit, and cold meats -- all of it delicious, all of it better than anything I was used to anymore. We ate and talked, the two boys asking me idle questions about the grim, broken, dangerous world outside -- the world I had lived in, running and hiding, for the past many years. I told them about the ruined cities, the constant struggle to find clean water and good food, the way you had to be watchful, constantly watchful for bandits or other predators ...

Then I remembered that this was the world I was returning to. The cold, harsh, comfortless world outside these walls. Where tomorrow, I would be setting out again.

Unless I stayed.

Unless I became a slave.

With a shock, I realised how much of the day had slipped away. The sunlight slanting in through the archway and the small, high windows above us was turning the soft, mellow gold of the late afternoon. I had no idea where I was sleeping tonight. Here with the other boys, I supposed, unless ...

Unless a man came in and picked me.

Suddenly I realised I needed to be alone for a while. I needed to think. I had a huge, huge decision to make, and I didn't think I would be able to make it with a clear head if I stayed in this room, on this big soft bed, with these two cute naked boys.

I took a gulp of water.

"I think I'm going to go get some air," I told Ben and Pete. "Feel like stretching my legs."

"Sure thing," ...