Since you all seemed to enjoy the previous story, I thought I’d share some of the follow up. Once the dam broke, it became a bit of a regular thing for Phil, Nick, and I. Our hang-outs became some combination of playing a game and playing with ourselves. We’d elevated the material a bit when I was able to acquire a VHS..I can’t remember the title but it was themed around a football party and when one of the main dudes blew his load, he did the ‘touchdown’ hand signal that the refs use.

We watched it at my house, our finished basement was an easy hideaway and we’d easily be able to tell if someone came home. Phil was kind enough to bring some printed materials that we laid across the coffee table. The three of us sat on the couch and got down to business. Shirts still on, shorts around our ankles. We had some space between us, but we weren’t shy about making it obvious that we were watching each other - complimenting technique or a recent trim.

We discussed finishing and stood up around the table, intending to use the printouts as target practice. Nick surprised the hell out of Phil and I when he leaned down to his shorts and pulled a thong out of his pocket. Baby blue with white flowers. Nick had recently gotten himself a girlfriend and she left him with a souvenir one night after a steamy makeout sesh. Nick laid it across the papers and said “Have at it.” with a smirk. We didn’t last long after that. Phil was first, he was across from me and had an initial spurt that had some velocity and went way further than anyone of us expected, hit me right in the thigh. The rest was just as quick but he changed his trajectory while apologizing and trying not to laugh. He had a good spread across a couple of the papers and the crotch of the thong. I shrugged it off and honestly it was the trigger that sent me over the edge. Mine was more ropey and hit the paper with a very distinct and heavy thwap and some thick drops also on the crotch. Phil and I continued a slow stroke while Nick crouched a little and slid the panties closer to himself with some determination. He shot his entire wad on that cotton fabric and I didn’t think it was going to stop coming out of him. After he fell back onto the couch in exhaustion, I gave my dick that final squeeze to get the last bit out and wiped them on the panties next to his mess. I’m sure he took them home with him.