Phil, Nick, and I would hang out pretty regularly at Phil’s house. He lived with his dad and his older brother and they were rarely around in the late afternoons. Phil was also the only one with a computer so, naturally, it made it the go-to for our fix of Counter Strike and Half-Life. Phil was a good friend in that he would also print out some porn pics for us that he’d get from Kazaa. We weren’t shy about letting him know when we’d ruin one and needed another. We’d laugh about it and he’d hook us up again.

Phil took time to figure out how to bury folders and wipe out history. He prided himself on his ability to cover his tracks and keep his dad and brother none-the-wiser about what he was doing with the family computer. His brother, however, wasn’t so great about it. And that’s how we learned about Heather Harmon and her gift that we didn’t even know were possible. Nick and I rolled up one afternoon and Phil was already bursting to tell us what he’d found. We analyzed the clip of her walking from outside, pulling her bikini top down and getting to work, like we were a CSI team. “It’s too bad we can’t print this out…” Nick laughed, kind of nervously. Phil and I chuckled with him and agreed. We razzed Phil about how lucky he was and how we probably wouldn’t see him for a while.

He admitted that he hadn’t used it yet, he just found it this morning and was pumped to show us. And after the three of us sort of awkwardly looked at each other, it was me that cracked open Pandora’s Box and suggested that it would be a bummer if Phil was the only one that got to enjoy it. Phil cracked a smile and Nick was the next to cave to his own dirty thoughts “I mean, I’m down if you guys are…”

I stepped out to get some paper towels from the kitchen and when I came back, Nick was on the couch that occupied the spare bedroom and Phil was still in his chair, but off to the side to give a view to the monitor. I sat on the couch next to Nick and the three of us began touching our own bulges. “This isn’t the only one” Phil pointed out. He reached over and clicked through several other pics and videos from the stash. I was the first one to pull my dick out and start properly stroking. The other two were quickly copying, like when the first penguin jumps in the water and then the rest go. We didn’t really look at each other, but we could feel ourselves occasionally glancing. I handed out some paper towels to the guys and we laughed about the mess. Nick was the first one to cum. While he didn’t announce it verbally, we could tell. Phil and I looked over at him as he squirmed and reached for the paper towel to catch his mess. There was something so hot about seeing the two of them in that movement, and I knew I was hooked. Phil and I finished at almost the same time, shortly after Nick and while he let his wet, semi-flaccid dong rest on his thigh. I wanted to watch Phil but my head kind of fell back at the intensity. To this day, I still don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard.

We laughed about it afterwards before we cleaned up. It wasn’t the last time we’d done it all together. But for Phil and I, it became a little more of a regular occurrence.