Back in the cabin, Ike made tacos for lunch (his preference for nudity still allowed him to wear an apron, as it turned out), while Kyle sat in Trevor's lap and made out with him, two of his hands cupping Trevor's face, one tangled into his hair, and one wandering around his back. This is my new normal, Trevor thought, and it's fucking amazing.
*
"What do you guys wanna do?" asked Kyle after lunch. One of his hands was rubbing circles on Trevor's back for no apparent reason. "There's still a lot of daylight left, but I think I'd rather stay in today."
"Yeah, that's fine," said Ike, who was reading a sports magazine on his bed. He reached down to scratch his thigh, and Trevor's eyes followed the movement of his hand, then went further to his two beautiful dicks. "There should still be board games under the table from last year, right? Or we could dust off the TV in the other room and find a DVD to watch."
"The games are here," confirmed Kyle, bending down to look under the table. "How's Catan sound? I know it's kind of a nerd thing, but we had fun with it last year."
"Oh yeah," said Trevor, "that's the one where the losers have to give the winner a blowjob. We should play it." The other two agreed. Trevor was pretty good at the game, but he decided to shift the odds further to his side, saying, "I'm feeling lucky today. Sorry guys, but I'm gonna win this one."
*
"And that's Trev's tenth point," said Kyle. "Congrats, jerk. I hope it was worth screwing over your two very best friends in the world."
Okay, so Trevor may have played a little ruthlessly. In his defense, he was pretty excited for the winner's reward.
"Guess we gotta blow him now," Ike grunted. "I like the game, but why does it have such a gay rule?"
"Come on, grumpy pants," said Trevor. "I know you both love sucking my dick and drinking my cum."
"Whatever," said Ike, but there was no edge to it. "Pull your pants down and let's get this over with."
Trevor did as he was told, freeing his already-hard dick from the confines of his jeans and underwear. Ike was still half-heartedly grumbling, but Kyle wasted no time getting his mouth on his friend's cock, running his tongue across its length then kissing the tip. Moments later, Ike knelt next to him and started licking the base while Kyle worked on the head. Trevor shuddered in pleasure. His friends weren't very skilled, but Kyle's enthusiasm and Ike's slow thoroughness made up for their lack of experience.
After a few moments of working on Trevor's cock, Ike rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Come on, Kyle," he said, "quit hogging the head. I want a taste of his cum, too, but at this rate I bet you're gonna drink it all up."
"Play..." said Trevor, but had to pause to catch his breath after the first word. "Play nice, boys... Kyle, you prefer sucking my balls anyway."
Kyle said nothing, but soon enough Trevor felt his legs being pushed a little further apart by his friend's hands, and then his mouth enveloped Trevor's ballsack. Meanwhile Ike tried to take as much of Trevor's cock into his mouth as he could.
Their efforts soon pushed Trevor to the edge, and with a muffled noise he finally came. Kyle let go of his friend's balls and moved up, trying to catch as much of his cum into his mouth as possible. Ike had the same goal, and the two of them battled for every drop of Trevor's cum as their friend shot out another couple of spurts. They almost got into a shoving fight to decide who'd get to lick his cock clean, but at the last moment Kyle seemed to realize that he stood no chance against the muscular giant that was Ike, and reluctantly let him suck out last bits of Trevor's cum.
"Thanks guys..." said Trevor between heavy breaths. "You shouldn't fight, though. Please... kiss and make up..." He idly wondered how literally his power would interpret that sentence. His hopes were soon fulfilled as Kyle and Ike locked lips inches away from his dick.
Trevor almost came again when he saw Kyle lick a stray bit of cum from Ike's cheek.