'...Someone might be able to beat up one of you, but not both of you. As the saying goes, "A rope made from three strands of cord is hard to break."' - Solomon

Understanding principles: We live in a world where most have abandoned them.  I'm not talking about some arbitrary concepts that make no sense or some set of rules for first graders that will change in second and again in third.  No, I'm talking about truths that are eternal.  What amazes me is the number of people who think "truth" is abstract.  These same particularly hate the concept of truth in reference to human nature. Truth hater = Rule breaker; -- And when the "rules" broken are those of fundamental law ... then you get a Hitler (or a Pope).

I grew up in rural Oklahoma.  Dad owned 500 acres in the middle of absolutely nowhere.  The nearest family was 2 miles away and the 2nd nearest was 2.5.  The 3rd was 9 miles away.  In those days, the economy was trash thanks to something Carter 'invented' called the "Misery Index".  Because I was on a farm, we didn't feel the slowdown as much as lots of people who were dependant on the outside for their living.  But man -- did we work. 

Now, my 2 closest neighbors each had 1 boy at home.  Tom, was a year younger than me and Bryan was 2 years younger.  Bryan lived closer of the 2.  I'd known them both since I was 5 - when mom began to homeschool, their parents decided to do the same & we kind of drifted between homes as families would work their schedules out.

Being good country folk, we also went to the church every Sunday located 6 miles away.  What I remembered most about it was the shape of the wall-clock & how slowly the hands moved.   

Dad had helped me refinish the attic in the old farmhouse so that I'd have a place to myself.  The view onto the flat farming plain from that 3rd story was amazing, --especially with the mountains in the distance.  During the summer, it was hot during the daytime - but there always seemed to be a breeze that would blow through the open windows at opposite ends of the large living space at night          

At 13, my workload began to pick up & dad said he needed some additional help - so I talked him into letting me "hire" Tom & Bryan.  Dad thought the concept of managing 2 guys seemed a good experience  - so he agreed & Tom & Bryan began to work for me & I made a profit off them (because dad wasn't paying me on account that I was living there).  Once a week, we'd drive the 25 miles into town & I'd sell some of the produce I grew.  My first year, I noticed what sold at the highest prices - so year 2 I planted asparagus and tomatoes.  Since it takes (2) years for asparagus to be ready to pick the 1st time - I sold only tomatoes & because I staggered the planting & had a greenhouse (still seasonal - but it gave me 2 months to grow that most folks didn't have) - I got 3 tomato harvests in that 2nd year.  Year 3, I got 3 tomato & continual asparagus harvests.  I conquered the local asparagus market - with prices below everyone else.  See, everyone can grow tomatoes in a single season - but few are willing to make the time investment in asparagus of 2 years to the 1st picking.  The difference?  At 15, I had my license & a car - a '73 Corvette in sweet condition.  My parents had absolutely no idea how much I was making in asparagus.  Farmer boy was kicking some fiscal butt. 

Since Tom & Bryan were good friends, we did lots of stuff together. However, Tom & I began to do more stuff alone.  See, Tommy was a blond haired, blue eyed, buffed-up teenager.  He always wanted to scrap & had a bright-eyed grin that was contagious.  During the summer, I began to have him stay overnight so "he wouldn't have to make the trip back & forth 2.5 miles, or I would get to sleep in rather than go pick him up".  I was developing really strong feelings for Tom that I kept pushed down inside for the most part.  We went swimming together & we worked together.  When Tom would get hot, off that shirt would come & the deep tan he had was totally knee weakening.  Not to be outdone, I'd often take 30 minutes for lunch & lay naked on a blanket on the floor on my attic bedroom with the swinging storm window wide open & the sunlight pouring on me.  I was deep tanned all over - even my butt (evil grin).  Tommy & I also had contests while working to see who could move the most sacks, etc.  I usually won - but barely.  At 14 (almost 15), he was an animal. 

The day of Tom's 3rd overnight, - it was late June & earlier that day, I'd been tanning my back side in front of my window.  The sun was hot & the day was cool & breezy.  I'd fallen asleep for 90 minutes instead of 30.  My lower back was really tender - but my butt was burned - bad.  The afternoon is when it all hit me, & the rest of the day was miserable.  I couldn't sit & every time the hairs on my backside would catch in the material of my cut-offs - it would sting like a fire ant.  Tom could tell I was off my game as we worked that afternoon.  I didn't eat with him & my folks - I just made some sandwiches & took them to my room and laid on my stomach as I ate them. 

At 8PM, Tom came bounding up the stairs.  After locking the door, he tore off his shirt & kicked off his shoes.  With a grin of a hellion, he bent down with his wrestling hook-arms extended toward me.  I smiled - couldn't help it look'n at him all buffed up & wanting to play.  But I also shook my head "no" - even as he closed in to tackle me.  I turned some on my side facing him & he hopped into me wrapping his arms around my back.  I winced & he stopped with a look of concern.  "Sunburn" - I croaked.  Tommy's hands slid gently down over my back as he looked me in the face.

"Wow, you're burning up back here.", he commented feeling the skin at the base of my back.  He shifted over a little to my side & putting an arm under & around my torso, he guided me to bend over some as he scoped my burn - supporting me at the chest.  I felt his fingers lightly stroke along it.  "Pretty bad one, too.", he continued - up righting me (still in his supporting grip).  He suddenly got a look of recognition on his face as he said, "I saw something in your bathroom the other day...", as he got up & jauntered into my bathroom.  I heard cabinets open & close & "Wallah!" as he hopped back into my room.  He had a can of mentholated cold-crème with benzocaine.  I didn't know what it was or where it had come from for that matter.

"Do you how to use that stuff?", I asked.

"No prob.  Knock you right out with painlessness", he smiled.  "Where is it the worst?"

I got up & opened both windows as Tom stood watching.  Then I shut off the light so that only the full moon streaming in the window nearest my bed was the light source.  I walked back over to Tom & dropped my cut-offs.  I was free ball'n because the elastic band of my underwear hurt too much.  "From my lower back to upper legs...that's where", I replied. 

Tom softly replied, "I thought I was the only dude who tanned in the raw.  It's kewl.  Lay down on your stomach."

I complied & heard Tommy drop his pants.  I figured it was just to cool off.  I heard the lid come off the jar and a few seconds later, Tommy's right hand began to apply the cool creme to my lower back.  He was so gentle & tender with his movements that the burn didn't object at all to be put out.  I let an occasional little moan slip out as he worked.  He was really conscientious as he coated the whole area with the pain deadening creme - even around the creases between my legs & then down onto the base of my nuts where he gently fondled & coated my balls with the mentholated soothing.  "If you tan with your legs spread some, you probably need a dose down here too, bro...", he explained with a slightly nervous tone.

I gasped a little as my dick stiffened in seconds.  "That feels sooo good...", I whispered - as his gentle cupping of my nuts made my juices flow like nothing I'd ever felt. 

"Gotta get more comfortable...", he went on as he laid down beside me - now concentrating his efforts on my mid-back - which wasn't really that badly affected. I turned my head & through half open eyes took stock of him in the pale moonlight.  He was completely naked beside me - and his cock was pointed at his chin, about 7 inches long & a formidable girth.  Tommy slid his left arm under my torso & pulled me a little closer to him.  I lifted my head & rested it sideways on his left pec where the firm warm muscle transmitted the sound of his quickly beating heart to my ear.  He continued to stroke my back with his right hand. 

Glancing up at his square jaw line attached to his muscular neck & feeling all the tender love in his touch - I brought my left arm around his torso & began to slide up onto him.  As I moved, I wrapped my left arm in behind him & then lifted my left leg & slid it up onto his.  With Tommy firmly in my hug, I completed the maneuver so that I was on top of him with pecs & cocks aligned.  He brought both arms around me & slowly worked my back & neck as his velvet-steel cock hardened & throbbed beside mine.  I wrapped both legs around his to lock our pelvis's in place.  I planted a gentle kiss on his cheek by his ear & told him, "I can't think of anything I've done to be treated so good.  I love you like nobody else, Tommy...more than a brother, even...".  Tom changed the angle of his head beside mine just enough so he could get a soft kiss in under my ear.  His loving hands continued to seduce me as they slowly wiped the pain away from my back - leaving a coolness & comfort in it's place. 

I didn't have the force of will to take any initiative because his massage kept me in his spell, but occasionally his warm, hard penis would hop & throb beside mine.  The feeling was so good that mine would do the same seconds later.  I couldn't have stopped it if I'd wanted.  I was merely a willing passenger for this ride.

Soon his hands stopped rubbing & settled on the lower part of my back as Tommy softly moaned & arched his back slightly.  Beside my rock hard shaft, I felt his begin to pump hard as his hot eruption was shot like rubber sauce from his cock-head as his balls pumped tightly next to his groin.  Realizing that it was happening to him set me off too as I cuddled & hugged him thru his/our experience. 

"If I'd known your massages felt like that, I'd have burned my arse a long time ago", I grinned to him over a quiet smirk.  He hugged me tighter & nuzzled my throat playfully. I'd never felt so good to be with a guy & this experience bonded us with trust & an intimate form of respect that leaned on that trust.  I never saw him the same way after that experience.  We were connected by invisible cords of friendship that nonverbally pledged our lives to one another in safe keeping.  My stuff was at his disposal - all he needed to do was ask.  We eventually began to share some clothes as I encouraged him to "try this or that out".        

Tommy needed reading glasses.  I thought it was strange because he could see things at a distance like nobody else I knew.  He just got bad headaches reading & stuff without correction.  His parents got him a set of "glasses" (shudder) we called "BC's" for "Birth Control".  The punch line was that he'd never get a date wearing them.  Well, there was construction of a high school going on 12 miles away & it looked like we might be going there.  As Tommy neared 16 years old, he began to get more concerned about his appearance.  One day, in August before the school year started - I took Tom to the Mall & got him a pair of gold wire frames for his lenses.  It made a massive difference in his appearance & he was all full of gratitude on the way back.  His grades stayed up too - because he wore his glasses & could actually see the board from the front of the room.

Tom & I hung out almost every weekend & we usually slept together - with the bedroom door locked, of course.  We loved each other with a casual, gentle affection that was back-patting outside & back rubbing when we were alone.  Making slow love with Tommy face2face was something I needed regularly - like food.  Feeling his responses as his happy penis shot a load of thick, white jizz after a few days of not being serviced was like a drug in the experience.  Being teenagers - we were full of joke & jest -- but we'd never ever hurt the other.  We knew each other's bodies intimately - even our bare footprints, but our hearts were locked in sync as best friends.  One weekend, Tom was cuddled up with me & talk about Mary Jean Helton.  He told me how he was really beginning to fall for her female ways. 

I listened to him extol her virtues & then I told him that she seemed nice as a person & probably would help keep him out of trouble.  He asked if I was upset that he liked her.  I asked him what kind of friend I'd be if I expected him to live his life with me as the center - & of course, I wanted him to enjoy his life & do the things that made him happy because that's what friends wanted for each other.  Tom hugged me & softly shed tears as he told me what a true friend I was.  I told him that I thought it was simply the nature of real love & that he'd probably feel the same if the high heels were on the other foot... 

Meanwhile, puberty was transforming Bryan - hard.  He was getting farm-boy hunkier every day with those bushy brows & tanned biceps.  He had an 8-pack & no body fat.  His arse & legs were so muscular that you could see the muscle fibers work when he walked, ran & lifted.  He was also getting cockier too & began to make jokes about all the "alone" time Tom & I shared.  So, we invited him to spend a weekend at my place with "us". 

We wrestled incessantly.  Tom & I had a plan that involved wearing Bryan down.  All day Saturday, we alternately tag-teamed him.  That evening, all three of us were in our briefs when Tom & I double teamed Bryan.  We got him pinned on his back on the bed with Tom on one side holding his left arm & me on the other - holding his right.  We each had both of our legs wrapped around Bryan's single legs - on our respective sides.  This pinned him without hope of escape.

"So what should we do with him?", I asked Tom.

Tom looked at Bryan's pinned body with his straining arms & grinning face.  "I dunno.  Kind of reminds me of an angry puppy...", Tom grinned.

"Yeah ... but do you think he's housebroken"?, I needled.  Bryan was still wiggling futilely - trying to break free.

"Only one way to know for sure...", Tom grinned - sliding his free hand across Bryan's stomach to his straining obliques.  

"Quite right...", I agreed - reaching across to the opposite side of Bryan's tight abs.  Bryan let out a loud "Noooo!" as Tom & I began to lightly wriggle our fingers into his sides.  Moments later, Bryan's back arched & laughter exploded past his large smile.  His insane laughter soon cracked his voice & it was mostly air & gasping as he begged us to "stoh...stoh...stoh...stoh"...

Of course, we didn't stop.  We gently drove Bryan mad with laughter that produced tears. 

"I do believe we could kill the boy without even leaving a mark...", I suggested to Tom.

"I'm up for it if you are...", Tom replied.  "Shouldn't take more than 2 - maybe 3, hours?", he continued.

Bryan laughed wildly & fought for freedom with rapidly diminishing strength - sweating profusely as Tom & I gently tickled him; - Just hard enough to keep him red faced with laughter - but not bruising or painful tickles.".  We actually only tormented the guy for about 10 minutes - but he was totally hysterical when we were finished.

"Well, he seems housebroken to me...", I commented.

"I suppose he is.", Tom agreed.  "But do you think he can be trained to lay still & not be so hyper?"

"One way to find out...flip him", I continued.  Tom continued to hold Bryan as he went over me & I moved to his former side - flipping Bryan like a flapjack - onto his stomach.  He struggled some -- still laughing in anxiety about what might happen next. 

Tom & I began to rub Bryan's back.  Long, smooth gentle sweeps with thoughtful pressure placed all over his back, neck & upper legs.  30 seconds of the treatment completely subdued Bryan's attempts to struggle & Tom & I released our grip on his extremities.  The massage moved to his arms, legs & strong hamstrings.  I got to his lower legs & calves & slipped his socks down & off as I went for the kill with a foot massage.  The tendons all over his body relaxed as his muscles went mushy.  Bryan was plastered & groaned in pleasure constantly.  Tom & I just smiled at each other as we worked him over.

Tom stopped momentarily to lock the door & shut off the light.  He opened the two shades at each end of the room & dim moonlight trickled in giving view to shadows.  He walked back to the bed where I continued to slow stroke Bryan's supple skin.  Tom stripped off his shorts - leaving him in the raw.

"I'm getting ready to crash, bro's.", he explained.  Putting his hand on Bryan's head, he continued: "Want to stay? We can rub ya down all night, dude."

Bryan weakly whispered, "Hell yeah...feels so good..."

Tom laid down beside us & began to slowly stroke the lower part of Bryan's back raising goose pimples.  Bryan sighed in pleasure.  I added, "I'm gonna get ready to hit the hay myself", - as I stripped off my shorts.  I began to lightly stroke the tops of Bryans legs - just under his shorts line.  He just kept sighing as waves of goose pimples moved along his skin.  Tom smiled at me as he pushed the back of Bryan's shorts down some exposing about half of each buttocks.  With his fingertips he gently stroked along the backs & sides & down low onto Bryan's sides - now over his exposed hip bones & muscles.  Bry's sighs became louder as slowly we slid his shorts down & gently explored into places around his upper legs & lower torso where nobody had ever tendered him.  He was so subdued with the feelings that he didn't offer any resistance or even a word of objection as we finally slid his shorts off down over his muscular legs & off his relaxed feet. 

Tom directed his whisper at me: "Do you think he's mature enough to bond with?" - obviously speaking about Bry.  I could almost see his wink in the dark as he asked the question.

"I dunno.", I replied softly as I continued rubbing - slower. "Some guys never get to the point mentally where they can leave kid play behind & be part of something with all that responsibility to others - no matter how many benefits there are..."

Tom continued, "I think this one has a heart big enough for the change.  As long as he can control the space between his own ears & not let other people tell him what to think or feel..."

"I dunno...", I said in mock hesitation. "It's an awful big risk - no matter how much everybody gets out of the friendship.  We wouldn't want to choose a guy who'd wuss out & burn us."

"Hey ... what are you guys talking about?", Bry interrupted softly. "I wouldn't wuss out & burn anyone.  What's this bonding thing all about?"

I answered: "You know how good you feel right now - how open & accepted ... naked & without a lick of self consciousness with us?"

"Yeah ... I love you guys...you're the best friends a guy could ever have...", Bry answered.

"We feel the same about you too, Bry...", Tom added.  "The 'Bond' takes it to the next level ... makes us like family in a way that's awesome beyond words.  But, your heart has to be right & you need to trust us 100%"

"I ... I do ... Count me in...", Bryan whispered in a more serious tone.

Tom & I positioned ourselves closely - face up - side by side & lifted Bryan on top - still face down between us.  I wrapped my left leg around Tommy's right & then my right around Bry's left.  Tommy wrapped his left around Bryan's right. I slid my left arm under Tom & he slid his right under me.  Then I wrapped my right around Bry's upper body & Tom wrapped his left around Bry's upper bod.  As Tom & I pulled our sides in toward Bry, he instinctively wrapped his Left arm around Tom & his right around me so that we formed a 60 degree huddle of bonding hugging guys.  As Bry's penis got large, he tried to back his pelvis away some, but Tom & I slid our hands down & reeled him in telling him is was OK & part of the bond.  Tommy & I continued to cuddle into Bry & slow rub on him -- occasionally giving the respective side of his face - nearest to each of us a gentle kiss.  We told him that we loved him - totally, unconditionally & that he never ever needed to feel shame or self consciousness around us.  We were 3-strands of a strong cord.  3 hungry erections pressed up against each other & we slowly coaxed & loved each other on - in an intimately private & love filled bonding ceremony.  When Bry finally stiffened in our hug, we slowly coaxed every drop of cumm from his seizing penis as we coated his hopping manmember with 3 coats of luv-sauce in a firm slimy 'hard-brush technique'.  His strong body was shaken at the intensity of the feelings of being slow stroked by 2 buds who loved him so much.  He cried - telling us how much he loved us & that he'd never felt so loved & accepted before.  We were all brought up to believe that men don't cry at the drop of a hat -- but these feelings of such close bonding & extended  family were something we each shed tears over -- with clenched teeth & hugging arms.  Several times that night, we bonded 3 ways - focused at our cocks, but joined at our hearts. 

Our friendships had "inside tracks" & our loyalty to each other was unbreakable.  Our word to each other was as good as a paper contract & our ability to forgive when things didn't go as planned was a strength that few friendships can boast.  It's hard to be a hard-ass when you're cuddled up with a guy - shooting seed in each other's embrace.  Forgiveness becomes a given & there is no shortage of hope that "next time things will go better" in respect to whatever the 'crisis' was.

It was a combination of a work ethic, best intentions & a love that bonded us in a unique 3-way trust.  Tom & Bry eventually got married to fine women from the area.  They're still talking about "hooking me up", -- but they know I have little interest in females.  We even sat down one day & listed the things I wanted in a soulmate & we concluded the best woman for me was a man!  We have a very different view about sex, friendships & intimacy.  On more than one occasion, the pastor of that same boring church has used our friendship as a "living example" of Christian brotherhood.  You know: I find no small contradiction when the fire & brimstone gets flying about Sodom & HoeMoeSexshuals...  Blind leading the blind, I suppose...

Tommy & Bryan have families today & farms of their own.  We still get together quite often to have big cookouts.  A few months ago, I met Rob & he Robbed/stole my heart.  As much as I love Bry & Tommy, -- Robbie flips all my switches.  I don't want to share him.  Is that being possessive?   Maybe I'm insecure.  Whatever it is -- Rob & I seem to have the same posturing on the issue.  Rob is tall, dark, handsome & hunky with a quiet streak that's hard to get around.  Nobody knows that Rob is into guys because of his quiet, well-mannered masculine demeanor. 

I almost missed it myself - except that Rob will gently rest his hand on your neck or shoulder while he's talking to you or pointing something out - if he likes ya.  It's how a true gentleman makes a pass without subjecting the object of his affection to any suspicions or ridicule in a homophobic society.   Over a short time, I began to return back pats & arms around the shoulder.  We were only good friends at the time, but he began to preoccupy my mind.  Then he invited me on a train ride across EurAsia over 7 days as part of a multi-city argi-symposium.  It sounded like mixing business & pleasure - so I was all for it.  Rob's gentle swaggering mannerism slowly broke me down over the trip.  The guy had actually booked separate cabins - side by side.  On the 4th day, Rob & I were sharing dinner in his cabin when the Northern Lights became visible.  Rob turned the cabin lights off & sat there with his arm around my back.  The view, the food, the wine & the gentle motion of the train was all icing.  Robbie was the cake & gently, I reached around him with both arms & pulled him across my lap - so that his strong head & neck rested on my right hand & forearm; - & my left arm gently wrapped around his lower torso.  He slid his feet up onto the sofa & slid his shoes off as I massaged his head & chest until he fell asleep.  If you've ever watched the auroras with a handsome guy asleep in your arms -- you know it's something you'll remember forever.  I sat there until 3AM watching the colors splash across the sky - holding him.  We've been together ever since.

- Thanks... for validating 0ur relationship when the world is so full of shallow freaks!