Drawing Straws: Joe now out!

Damon, Erik, Tork and Joe are back again for another wild weekend together where they can all let go and really be themselves.

Just because they’ve left their jobs and lives behind though, doesn’t mean that they’ve left their baggage behind, too. Joe’s had a really rough week and to everyone’s surprise, fixes the draw so he gets the sub straw.

Can Damon, Erik and Tork help Joe deal with his troubles and send him home on Monday feeling ready to take on the world again?

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“Want a quickie?” Erik asked, humping against him. “I got blue balls.”

“Oh, I have to see these blue balls of yours. I might take pictures.” He gave Erik a wink, nodded. “Hell, yes, I want a quickie. I’ve been here for three hours. On my own.” Nothing to do but think and wait and wish someone was there already to get off with.

“Oh, man.” Erik sounded genuinely sympathetic. “Come to the big couch.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Tork went to the barbeque and turned off the gas, then brought the cover down. It would have to do. Better to rewarm the burgers than have them completely dried out.

Food put off for later, Tork followed his favorite Greek God’s ass back into the house.

Erik started to strip down, that new knife wound from the last get together now covered with a tattoo - a black dagger pointing all the way down Erik’s belly.

“Jesus, ‘Rik that is stunning.” Tork moved closer and traced it with his fingers, the muscles of Erik’s abdomen fucking sexy.

“You like it?” Erik flexed those amazing muscles for him. “I got it during an undercover sting.”

“Shit yeah. It’s enticing.” He grinned, stroked his fingers over it again. “I want to lick it.”

“It’s healed.” Erik had his jeans open, but not off, and he took a wide stance. “Go for it.”

Tork nodded, dropping to his knees and leaning in. He breathed in, pulling Erik’s scent deep into his lungs. He swore he could tell his men each by scent alone. Erik smelled of Speed Stick and grass and the barest hint of soap.

Opening his mouth, he slowly dragged his tongue over the handle of the dagger. Erik’s belly went rock hard, jerking at his touch. Moaning, he traced the rest of the knife with the tip of his tongue.

“Mmm. It covered the scar nicely, hmm?” Erik sounded pleased, and more than a little turned on.

“Yeah. I can still feel the scar under my tongue, though.” While he was here, Tork figured he might as well fish out that fucking amazing prick and have at it.

Erik licked his lips, staring at Tork like he was fucking magic. “Glad you’re here.”

“Ditto.” He licked the tip of Erik’s cock, then took as much of it into his mouth as he could. They’d said a quickie, right? So there was no reason for him to fart around. This time.

“Tork!” Erik reached for him, muscles vibrating like a bow string.

Smiling as best he could around Erik’s cock, he bobbed his head, going up and down on Erik’s heat. He loved the taste of a man’s cock, hard and dripping on his lips. He knew how to make it really good for Erik, too, though, and every time he took Erik’s cock into his throat, he swallowed.

“Tork. Man. Man, you’re so fucking good at this.”