"Ok I will do it but I don't want to hear you get mad after it's all said and done. You live with the consequences and I don't want a shred of jealous...y. Agreed?" I informed him of my conditions.He agreed, unzipped the tent and walked off for about 10 minutes. Meanwhile, I had cum oozing out of my asshole and I was doing my best trying not to get it all over the very blankets we would sleep on. Jason was the first one to show up. He peeked his head in the tent and asked, "Britt. Are you ok with. “I’m gonna blow” I said, to give him the chance to decide to swallow or not.Obviously he wanted the cream as he continued in a rhythmic way as his finger inserted into my ass up to the knuckle slid in and out, as his mouth and tongue swirled around my engorged cock head and shaft. My body spasmed as the first pulse of orgasm injected cream straight down his throat, the second and third jolt went into his mouth as his tongue swirled and licked at the stickiness deposited there for maximum. "Mr Smith, ah...what exactly is it you wanted to discuss first." I asked way too nervously. He sat at on the arm of the couch, and said "Austin, you can call me Gunner. Also, let’s skip all this nonsense. Your son Michael stopped by an hour ago and told me everything." "What? Michael was here?" I asked. Gunner laughed, "Well yeah; he told me about your offer. Which, is definitely a deal?" I asked again, "What do you mean? What offer did Michael tell you about?" Gunner stood up and said "Nothing. My cock was so hard it was almost horizontal pointing away from his face. He continued to lick my balls while gently pulling my hardness down to meet his lips.I had his cock in my mouth. It was almost as hard as before, I could taste the residue of his earlier ejaculation and loved it. I wanked him while sucking, my lips meeting my fist every second.At the other end of our 69, another first done, Paul had my cock in his mouth. There wasn’t so much room for his fist as well so he just sucked.