Relaxing

This chapter contains both M/M and F/M content.

Shortly after reuniting at the spot Blake had dutifully saved, the group of four quickly got their equipment set up. Their base of operations was a large and rugged old blanket anchored by the weight of the cooler and shaded by two large beach umbrellas. Once their headquarters was established, the group split up. Dave and Kelly wanted to go play beach volleyball with the couple already present at the nearby net, while Lilith wanted to read quietly in the umbrellas' shade. Blake, still a bit drained, decided to keep Lilith company. He was sure Kelly and Dave would dominate the competition, and if they didn't, he would look forward to hearing from Kelly about how it was a good game, and from Dave about how everyone else was cheating.

A few minutes later, Lilith had settled down and was peacefully reading a well-worn paperback about mysticism which she held with a practiced one-handed grip. Leaning back against the cooler, she sat with her legs straight out in front of her. Her thick lips, painted with dark purple lipstick, were held in a relaxed position that from a certain angle could perhaps have been mistaken for a smile. She lifted her right hand briefly to turn the page before moving it back down to resume her gentle stroking of Blake's silky hair.

Blake sighed, his hot breath flowing out over the pale expanse of Lilith's thighs. There were a lot of things Blake hated about his "gift." It made people act so much dirtier than usual, it made people so much more casual about touching and stripping him, it constantly put him at the center of people's attention... but there was one thing, one single thing about it that he truly enjoyed: the intimacy. Not intimacy as in sex. Actual literal intimacy.

For almost as long as he could remember, Blake had been touch-starved. His parents... well, they cared about him in their own way, but they had some backward ideas. Ever since Blake started growing out of his boyish figure and into his not-so-manly figure, they started pushing him away from all things "girly." That included physical affection, which obviously his peers at school were also not keen on providing for fear of being branded as sissy or gay. He supposed it was their way of trying to get him to fit in, to help him avoid ostracization, but it didn't work. Blake just wasn't capable of embodying the strong, stoic ideals of manhood. Trying just made him miserable, yet he had ****. When he turned 18, that all changed.

He had already been a bundle of nerves and anxiety going into that day. As his special trait kicked in and he lost his virginity in front of his closest friends and relations, the emotions became too much to handle and he broke down. When he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around him, he didn't care who it was, he just dove into their chest and sobbed as the person rubbed his back and peppered his neck and forehead with gentle kisses. When he finally exhausted himself, he looked up and realized it was Dave. He was worried about hurting Dave's image in the minds of his coach and teammates if word of it got out, but Dave just gave him that dazzling, easygoing smile and said "It's cool, bro." Then Blake realized that everyone — his overbearing parents, his homophobic aunts and uncles, and even Kelly — were all looking at him with total approval and happiness.

So, when Lilith sat down to enjoy her book, Blake wasted no time in laying down perpendicular to her with his head resting directly on her thick thighs. His head sank into their pillowy softness, and he felt the nylon of her black bathing suit whenever her inhalations caused the swell of her belly to touch the tip of his nose. He felt all the tension in his body melt away as she wordlessly began running her fingers through his hair. Lilith was not at all touchy, and in fact Blake had never seen her willingly initiate physical contact with anyone... except him, anytime he wanted. She treated him like her cat, in that regard, and he absolutely loved it. It only took a few minutes of this treatment before Blake fell into a deep sleep.

Some Time Later

"...then Dave was all like, whoosh! And I was like, pass it to me, babe! And then..."

"...so far over, you coulda opened up a hot dog stand between them and the line! But they were like, no way bro, that was in bounds! So I said..."

"...hate to interrupt, but I believe Blake is awakening from his slumber."

A quiet, groggy moan slipped past Blake's lips as he gently rose back into consciousness. For the second time that day, he tried to recall where he was. He didn't quite feel like opening his eyes, so he focused on what he could feel. He was lying on his back in what felt like underwear, with his head laying on a pillow. Except, it felt like the most comfortable pillow in the entire world, which he knew from experience meant it was actually Lilith's thighs. He felt a pair of small, strong hands with short nails stroking him, one rubbing circles between his lower chest and abdomen, the other moving back and forth along his inner thigh. Yup, that was Kelly. He also felt a larger pair of hands holding his left foot, expertly massaging it and sending waves of relaxing pleasure up his leg. Definitely Dave.

Having felt out the situation, he knew exactly what was happening: friend-cuddles! It was something he had started doing with his three closest friends regularly since his eighteenth, one of the few physical things he was willing to actually ask for, although he was rarely able to work up the nerve to request anything specific. Thus, there was no one activity that constituted friend-cuddles. It was different every time. Sometimes, as in that moment, each of the three of them would pick a different part of Blake's body and hold or rub it in whatever way felt natural. Other times they would all engage in the same activity, like rubbing Blake's back as a team or taking turns kissing trails along his face and neck as they passed him back and forth. When he seemed really needy or down, they would all huddle together and form into a sort of pile with Blake at the center, every part of his body being pressed against by one of his friends.

He never really cared much how they decided to cuddle with him. No matter what they did, he always found it to be incredibly relaxing and deeply satisfying. Just getting to touch someone and be touched by them without fear of judgement was wonderful, but being able to express his love for his friends in that way was so gratifying. Platonic love, of course. The kind of deep love you have for very close friends, which Blake just happened to enjoy expressing in ways that many people might consider to be romantic. If it wasn't for his power, he never would have been able to ask them for any of that, and if anyone had ever found out he wanted to, they might have come to the completely erroneous conclusion that he was secretly, deeply, hopelessly in love with all three of his best friends. Fortunately his special privilege allowed him to have these experiences without damaging the friendship, which of course was his main priority.

Another nice benefit of these cuddle sessions was that they allowed him to have an erection without every red-haired person nearby jumping into the whole "oh my gosh I have to make this guy cum now" mindset. It's only natural to get an erection when you're snuggling with someone you're close to, so when it happened during a friend-cuddle session he didn't feel pressed about hiding it. Of course, his friends had spent a lot of time with him, so they were sometimes able to sniff out when he was actually horny, which inevitably resulted in... well, anyway, he was usually able to fly under the radar.

Blake reached up and stretched, arching his back and pushing his hairless chest and wide hips upward, with no concern for the tent he could feel had formed in his undies. He had done it in all four of their bedrooms plenty of times and no longer had any concern about it as long as it was just the four of them. On that note, he wondered, whose bedroom was he in anyway? He could see quite a bit of natural light hitting the front of his closed eyelids, so it was definitely not Lilith's. He knew it wasn't Dave's room because it was warm, rather than being so cold that the three of them had to huddle together under a blanket while Dave made fun of them. So, it must have been Kelly's room.

He opened his eyes to see Kelly's beautiful (albeit blurry) face smiling back at him. He returned her smile as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, prompting an "awww!" from Kelly and a "Heh." from Dave. Once he was done rubbing he looked down at Dave, whose handsome visage was framed wonderfully by the blue sky. Wait, sky?

Oh god damn it not again.

Blake's hands shot down to cover up his erection, which had been sticking straight up into the open air so powerfully that the strings of his bikini bottoms were straining to remain tied. Dave dropped his foot and howled with laughter, while Kelly removed the hand rubbing his chest to cover her own giggles. "Wow, look who decided to join us! I think someone was having a good dream, huh, babe?"

"HAHAHAHAHA! Ah ha ha!" Dave wheezed and snorted as Blake internally debated the merits of reassigning one hand from covering his bulge to covering his blushing face.

"Blake," Lilith chimed in, "there is no need to hide your erection. For one, you are not very good at it. Furthermore, everyone has already seen it."

Yup, there went the left hand, straight to his face. He groaned in frustration, and only frustration. Nothing else. He wasn't some exhibitionist, eager for all the people around to see his hard cock straining against his swimsuit, and his dick most certainly did not throb and harden further as he thought of how many people had already seen him shamelessly lounging with his boner sticking straight up in the air. Kelly made a sympathetic noise and squeezed his inner thigh reassuringly. "Aw, don't worry, Blakey! It's nothing to be embarrassed over."

Dave sniffed and wiped a tear from his eye. "Yeah, man, come on. We were all over you. Figures you'd get horny."

Blake jumped into damage control mode. "Uh, I'm not- this isn't- it's, um, morning wood?"

Dave snorted and got up. "Dude, come on. We all watched you get hard while we were touching you. Here, I know what you need."

"Um, what are- eep!" Dave answered Blake's question by shoving his hands beneath Blake's armpits and effortlessly hauling him up off the ground. Before he knew it, Blake's legs were dangling in the air, and the urge to cover his modesty was swiftly replaced by the urge to grab Dave's thick, muscular arms for support.

"H-hey, Dave! What are you- mmph!"

A lot of rumors about Dave went around at their college. It had always made the others upset, but Dave never let it get to him. He always said it wasn't about him, it was about the people spreading them, and how insecure they were. Dave always said that those who mattered didn't believe them, and those who believed them didn't matter. Blake, on the other hand, was only more upset with the rumors for knowing how wrong they were. He hated the rumor that Dave was secretly a jerk, or even abusive, because Dave was truly the most caring guy he had ever met. He scoffed at the rumor that Dave had a small penis, not only for the implication that people with small penises are less-than, but also because he knew firsthand that Dave's penis was above-average in size and really nicely proportioned with his body. The stupid, petty, worthless rumor that bothered him the most, though, was the rumor that Dave was a bad kisser.

Dave was a really, really good kisser.

Blake's thoughts and anxieties broke down and melted into each other like the ingredients of a simmering soup as Dave's slightly-chapped lips captured his. Blake's hands let go of Dave's strong arms (which he trusted completely to hold his weight) and moved to the back of his neck. Blake kissed him back, but it was a bit like trying to make waves against the ocean. For the most part, he just let Dave take charge, pulling Blake's soft, thin lips between his and gently sucking on them, lightly ghosting his tongue against Blake's, and occasionally kissing short trails toward Blake's neck or ear before circling back to his mouth. In no time at all, Dave had successfully kissed away all of Blake's self-consciousness and turned him into a panting, squirming mess, squeaking and moaning his approval into Dave's mouth.

Blake was so consumed with Dave's actions that he loudly whined as Dave pulled away, leaving a thin string of saliva bridging his talented mouth to Blake's kiss-swollen lips. "Ahn... hhah... Dave, please..."

Dave smirked. "Calm down, pipsqueak. I'm just making room for my girl." He extended his arms slightly, pushing Blake a bit further away. Blake looked at where Kelly was sitting and saw only an empty space.

"Your... oh! Where is Kelly, I didn't mean to... uh, I hope she isn't- woah what is- ooooh, god!"

Blake's question of where Kelly had gone was answered as a pair of familiar hands ripped off his bikini bottom in one swift motion, and his concern that she may be upset about him making out with her boyfriend was snuffed out by the feeling of a hot, wet tongue sliding up the underside of his hard cock. He looked down to see Kelly, kneeling between Blake and Dave, her lower legs sticking through the gap between Dave's feet. She looked up at Blake with adoration as she finished running her tongue up the short length of Blake's dick and planted a kiss on the head. "Don't mind me, Blakey! Just let me and my boy-toy take care of you." Without waiting for a response, she surged forward and took Blake's entire length into her mouth in one fell swoop, drawing out a loud moan. Blake's legs pulled upward, his knees buckling inward, as Kelly erased the progress Dave had made toward easing his tension and then some.

"Ugh, babe, don't call me that."

"Hhuh-hhuh! Unn, hnng nn." *slrrp, slck, slllp, pop!* "Hee hee, sorry baby! I'll keep it in mind. Now, less talking, more kissing, loverboy!"

Dave playfully scoffed at Kelly before they each started putting their mouths to more productive uses, with Dave pulling Blake back in for more slow and sensual kisses and Kelly getting back to her fast-paced enthusiastic blowjob. As Dave pulled Blake in, Kelly was sandwiched between their bodies, which she didn't mind one bit. After all, she thought with delight, it wasn't like Blake's absolutely wonderfully adorable cock was going to block her airway. She relished the feeling of Dave's gorgeously fuckable body and Blake's gorgeously huggable body pressing against either side of her head. She reached around to grab Blake's pert butt for leverage and started sucking him off with wild abandon.

Blake tried to stay present in the moment as Dave began slowly pushing his tongue deeper into Blake's mouth. The flipside of his friends being more willing to let his erections go unaddressed was that, when they did decide he needed to be taken care of, they were the best at it. They knew from copious experience that the biggest obstacle to getting Blake off was his embarrassment, and the best way to overcome that was to induce so much sensation that the part of his brain responsible for embarrassment turns off. Lilith always called it "utilizing overwhelming sexual pleasure to change Blake's mode of thinking to one less conducive to self-consciousness and more conducive to accepting love and care from those around him." Kelly and Dave always called it "fucking Blake's brains out."

Speaking of Lilith, her presence had slipped Blake's mind until that moment. He felt her manicured fingernails against his hips and heard her beautiful voice from a bit below waist-height. "Excuse me, Kelly. I notice you are already holding Blake's glutes for leverage. As long as it does not distract you from performing fellatio on him, I was wondering if you could..." Before Lilith could finish her sentence, Blake squeaked, his lips pursing against Dave's, as he felt Kelly spread his asscheeks apart. "Yes, perfect, thank you."

Blake pulled slightly away from Dave and tilted his head slightly to speak to Lilith. "Uh, that's -oh god, Kelly- um, Lilith you, hhah, I mean, there are lots of p-people around and, uh, I h-haven't showered since this m-morning, s-so, um, you don't have t-to- mmph! HHMMPH!" Blake's equivocating was cut off by two things happening in quick succession. First, Dave pulled him back in for an aggressive kiss. Second, Lilith pushed her face forward and began sliding her tongue against Blake's sensitive pink anus.

Blake squirmed and writhed in Dave's grasp. It was becoming difficult for him to think. Normally when he was experiencing sensory overload, which was fairly often in recent years, he would focus on a benign feeling to ground himself. In that moment he could only really feel four things. One of them was a very strong pair of arms holding him in midair, and each one of the other three was a different mouth ravishing one of the most sensitive parts of his anatomy. His focus started on Dave, his head pointed down toward Blake's, tongue-kissing him so aggressively that his saliva was beginning to pool in Blake's mouth. Blake cursed himself for ever getting tipsy enough to admit to liking that. To distract himself from that he shifted his focus to Kelly, who was sucking his dick so enthusiastically one would think Blake had the cure for cancer in his testicles. Blake's legs kicked helplessly in the air as her tongue swirled rapidly around his sensitive glans. To distract himself from that, he shifted his focus to Lilith. She was sliding her tongue across his asshole, up and down, left to right, occasionally making Blake see stars by pushing the tip directly against Blake's tightly puckered anus with enough **** to open a bottle of ramune.

He continued on like that for a while. Mouth, dick, ass, mouth, dick, ass. His focus ping-ponged between them, his mind moving at a hundred miles an hour. Occasionally he glanced to the side and saw someone watching with an adoring smile, causing him to tense up further. After a few minutes of this, Lilith pulled back, gasping for breath.

"We do not... guh, hff, ah-hrm. Excuse me. We do not seem to be making any progress toward inducing Blake's orgasm. I believe he is too tense. Despite my best efforts, I have been unable to insert my tongue into his rectum. Dave, is there anything you can do?"

Dave pulled back, or rather he moved Blake's entire body away from himself slightly, inducing yet another needy whine. "Yup, I think I can crack him. Alright Blake, brace yourself." He then pulled the smaller man back toward himself, but while Blake moved in for another kiss, Dave tilted his head to the side and closed in on a spot on Blake's neck directly beneath his left earlobe.

"Aah, wait Dave that's not fai-ah, ah.... aaaugh..." Blake's pleas gave way to gravelly moans as Dave put his mouth over that spot on his neck and began sucking it. Blake's eyelids fluttered shut and he began letting out a series of low, breathy moans. His shoulders slumped, his fists unclenched, and his legs dangled loosely beneath him.

"Yes, that seems to have worked." Lilith praised Dave's efforts before unceremoniously diving back between Blake's cheeks. She stuck her tongue out once more and was able to effortlessly slide it past his entrance. Blake's moans became a bit louder as Lilith began probing around inside him, and he spasmed a bit as she found the angle she knew worked best. He even began to tense up again, but Dave simply moved away from the hickey he had created on the left side of Blake's neck and switched to the same spot on his right. The emerging tightness in Blake's muscles instantly unwound once more.

This continued for a couple of minutes. Blake was utterly overwhelmed, but somehow he still couldn't let go. The others would happily work on him for as long as he needed, but still, beneath the ocean of sensation, he felt like a disappointment. A screwup. He couldn't even get fucked right. Could they tell?

Dave pulled back and looked Blake in the eyes. His pupils were blown out, his hair was pasted to his forehead with sweat, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth slightly. Dave smiled, a different smile than he normally wore. Something came over him, and he put his lips right next to Blake's ear. "Hey, dude. Don't tell Kelly I said this, but... you really are insanely fucking cute. Having you as a friend kicks ass. I love you, man."

Kelly let out a squeal of muffled delight as Blake began flooding her mouth with salty, bitter cum. She savored the feeling of his cock spasming and spurting against her tongue. Blake was always really concerned about warning them when he was about to cum, despite the three of them always insisting that he should just focus on the pleasure and cum whenever he felt like it. The fact that he just started blasting it into her mouth indicated to her that they had really knocked it out of the park.

Once Blake had finished blasting his twenty-second and final rope of semen into Kelly's mouth, she pulled back with a satisfied *pwah*. "Alright guys, he's empty! Let's cut him loose. Great work, team!" A smattering of applause from the people around followed, although by that point most of the crowd had grown used to the spectacle and moved on.

Kelly gently toweled off Blake's dick. Lilith pulled her tongue out of him. She tried for a moment to rub away the ring of dark purple lipstick staining the perimeter of his asshole, but after a moment she simply shrugged and put his bikini bottom back on. Dave gently moved down to the ground, letting Blake rest against his chest. He gratefully slumped against Dave, exhausted. The other two positioned themselves around Dave, looking at Blake with great fondness.

"Excuse me, Dave. Just before Blake began ejaculating and I redoubled my efforts to cram as much of my tongue into his anus as possible, I noticed you whisper something into his ear. What did you whisper? It seemed to have a great effect on him."

"...nothin'. Don't worry about it."

Kelly gasped. "Awww, come on, babe! If you've discovered some awesome new way to make Blake cum buckets, you've gotta tell us! Spill."

"Sorry. Can't share. Bro code."

Kelly theatrically sighed but didn't press the issue. She snuggled in next to Dave. Lilith pulled out her book with one hand, using the other to take a pull from her water bottle, swish, and spit into the nearby sand. Blake snored, quietly and cutely. For the moment, he was completely content.