The singing of the birds woke me up. Stretching above my head, I felt the warm bodies lying on either side of me. I had to piss, my cock hard and standing at attention. Not wanting to crawl over my still sleeping buddies, I eased down the bed until I was able to sit up on the foot, and then stand up. Padding into the bathroom, I willed my dick to relax so the flow would start.

I felt the heat of a hard cock and body behind me as a hand came around and grabbed hold of my dick. Lars whispered in my ear “Good Morning”. I felt his dick slide between my legs, the head pushing up against my hanging sack. His stream bathed the back of my nuts creating pleasing warmth which triggered my own flow out to splash against the wall of the trough. We both let out a sigh of relief.

Turning, I gave Lars a kiss, our stubble rubbing against each other. Rinsing our dicks and balls at the sink, and rubbing each other’s bodies, I could see a glint of mischievousness in Lars’s twinkling green eyes. “Shhh”, he said. Taking my hand we tip-toed to the bed and looked down on our sleep red giant. Erik had kicked the light blanket off, his glorious body glistening in the early morning sun. His plump uncut cock was lying against his leg, his large bull balls hanging loosely between his legs. A gentle snore rumbling from his massive fur covered chest. A painter’s dream of erotic poetry.

Obviously, we couldn’t just let him lay there. On a silent count of 1, 2, 3, we jumped on the bed, throwing our bodies over his. I held his legs down while Lars sat on his chest. As Erik let out a yell, Lars pushed his erection into Erik’s mouth, smothering the yell. I reached down and pulled up those hanging balls, clamping my hand around the sack until his nut globes were pushed tightly against the skin. I leaned over and ran my tongue over and around them causing Erik to moan around the cock shoved in his mouth. Wetting a finger, I shoved it up Erik’s ass rubbing his prostate, my tongue slid up the underside of his shaft. As my finger moved in and out, my teeth chewed lightly on his foreskin. Lars’s kept up ramming his dick in and out of Erik’s throat. Pulling back the skin from his glans, I ran my tongue over and around it licking up the sweet liquid flowing out and then holding the frenulum between my teeth; I flicked my tongue back and forth across it. Erik’s hands now held each of Lars’s round globes trying to pull him deeper into his throat. I raised my head from his dick, slid off his legs and raised them over my shoulders and without much warning, buried myself to the hilt causing his warm ass to clamp down on me, release, and clamp again. Pulling almost all the way out, I slammed back in, repeating the process over and over. Erik’s ass was like a vise, squeezing my shaft each time I rammed in and not wanting to let me pull out, massaging my cum tube, and heightening the feeling of surge. Lars’s yelled out he was cumming, and I could hear Erik choking and trying to swallow the heavy load. This triggered me to blow into Erik’s sheath shooting at least 9 blasts deep as I could. Erik in turn groaned as his dick shot ropes of cum up into the air hitting Lars in the back and across his own chest and abdomen. Lars and I both moved off Erik and together licked up his cum; each of us kissing him and feeding him his own taste. “Fuck”, Erik said, “that was a rude awakening, but damn that was fun. You guys sure laid it down for this bear.”

We lay on either side of Erik, his arms holding us against him, our heads on his shoulders smelling the scent cumming from his pits. “As nice as this is”, he said, “let’s hit the shower again, I need some coffee”!

The coffee got delayed for an hour while we cleaned up all body parts for a second time after jacking each other off again.

After a man’s breakfast of sausage biscuits and gravy and hash browns with strong coffee enjoyed naked on the porch in the morning breeze, Erik told us he had to go into town, but would be back as soon as possible. After dressing in a jock and white shear tank showing off his nipples and red hair, he slipped on a pair of cutoff jeans, thick socks and rugged work boots. Slapping a ball cap on his head, he walked over and kissed us both, gliding his hands down our naked bodies and grabbing our dicks, chuckled and said, “Behave yourselves till I get back”.

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