Cross country adventures of Jon Parker

[2M0A1T1T]

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[BuckRogers]

Kurt Barback

By 6:00 a.m. the next morning I had reached the town of Cynthiana and immediately started walking along county road 36, sticking out my thumb at every vehicle that passed by. With my perfectly formed muscular body and tight ass in full view, it wasn't long before a car was slowing down and eventually stopping. I ran up to the burgundy colored Ford and spoke to the driver.
"Where ya headed" I asked.
"Chicago" the driver replied.
"Great, mind if I join you?"
"It's a long haul, and I would love the company" the driver exclaimed as he gestured with his hand to hop in.
As we traveled northwest, I learned the driver's name was Brian. He was close to 40 years old and married, with 3 kids. Brian was on his way back home from a work related seminar. He was a man of his word, talking pretty much all the way to the windy city. He commented that after listening to all those speeches, it was a nice change to talk back. Even though Brian was an attractive man, there was no hint that he had anything but heterosexual thoughts, which was alright with me. My ass was still sore from the alien abduction the previous night. Apparently, Brian had picked me up based on his helpful and kind nature.
Brian was very anxious to get home. By the time we reached his home town of Chicago Illinois, it was after midnight. Brian was concerned about leaving me downtown late at night, but I assured him that I could easily find a hotel room for the night. We parted ways and I began my quest for a room. I didn't find a hotel, but I located a gay bar called The Matrix. This was familiar territory and I figured assistance was just inside the red door of this establishment.
Not realizing that it was closing time on a Tuesday night. The place was nearly empty, as I sat on a bar stool and surveyed the surroundings. Suddenly a totally hot bartender appeared, and informed me that it was last call. I turned my head and smiled at him, "I'll take a seven seven".
As he mixed my drink, I got a good look at this hunky, attractive young man. He was average height with silky brown hair, which accented his thick dark eyebrows and melancholy blue eyes. A perky nose, thin lips and chin dimple gave him a beautiful boyish face, with a touch of maturity. His gray dress shirt revealed a strong torso and a hairy chest. The jeans he wore displayed just a hint of his manly package.
I could see the bartender's deep blue eyes widen as he served my drink, he liked what he saw.
"Never seen you in here before, stranger" the bar keep stated.
"Just passing through" I informed him.
"The name's Kurt" the bartender announced, as he took off his glasses, cleaned them and winked at me before returning them back onto his face.
"Jon Parker" I answered, along with a mild lick of my lower lip.
"Since this is your first time in Chicago, the drink is on the house" Kurt smiled back at me.
"Thanks! Kurt, not only are you generous, but your easy on the eyes" I said, then winked back.
Both of us felt an attraction towards one another and the flirting continued as I slowly sipped my drink, while the last of the patrons cleared out.
After chatting about our lives, the conversation turned towards sex.
"So Kurt, tell me your deepest darkest sexual secret" I joked.
"Keep it up funny man and maybe you'll find out" Kurt said as he stared into my green eyes.
"I can keep it up, all night long sunshine" I replied back, causing Kurt to laugh out loud..
Talking smut with Kurt was extremely entertaining and arousing, but it dawned on me that I still needed a place to sleep.
"In all honesty Kurt, I mainly came in here to find out where the nearest hotel was located, can you help me out" I asked.
"I can help you out in more ways than you can image, Jon. Why don't you come to my place and I'll show you my deep dark secret" Kurt suggested..
The prospect of romping naked in bed with Kurt was overwhelmingly inviting, a temptation I could not resist. I accepted his proposal with zeal and anticipation.
Soon we were riding the subway through Chicago, trying desperately to keep our hands off each other. My heart raced wildly as Kurt used his key to open the door to his apartment and as soon as the door was closed, Kurt removed his glasses and set them on the end table, next to the couch. I pulled Kurt towards me and placed my lips onto his hot mouth, kissing him passionately. As our tongues wrestled, my libido sky rocketed into overdrive. Kurt was very receptive to my advances and eagerly willing to fullfill both of our desires.
Kurt's hands slowly explored my buff body and I returned the favor. Our mouths never separated as we tenderly started to remove each others clothes. It was then that I discovered Kurt's deep dark secret. Kurt had a very hairy body. Tiny brown fur covered his entire chest. What turned me on the most was Kurt's massive pubic area, which was so thick, it ventured below his balls and spread towards his ass. It must be the caveman DNA in my cells that gave me an instant hardon whenever I see a guy with a hairy butt. The prime evil lust for sexual intercourse increased dramatically by the thoughts of hairy anal pleasures.
I expressed my fetish to fuck furry holes to Kurt, however, he was more interested in the throbbing piece of cock meat dangling between my legs.
Kurt got on his knees and devoured my raging knob with gusto, sucking madly as he looked up into my eyes. Kurt licked and sucked my cock, with a childlike and playful enthusiasm, while keeping his eyes transfixed upward, determined to please me. I placed my hand on the back of Kurt's head and guided my meat deep into his hungry throat. My hips bucked back and forth as I fucked his tight mouth. My luck had again led me to this moment, where I was getting my dick sucked by a totally hot guy with a hairy ass. Another one of my fantasies was being fulfilled. Now it was time to turn the tables. Kurt's suction was going to make me shoot and I wanted to save my load for his shaggy hole.
I lifted Kurt up off the floor and lowered my body before him. I placed my lips on Kurt's hard rod and he shoved his cock into my oral cavity. As Kurt impaled my throat with his pounding shaft, I reached around and massaged his enticing hairy back door.
My hands were squeezing Kurt's fuzzy buttocks hard as I fed on his circumcised organ.
My sex drive was considerably heightened by the aspect of fucking a tight hairy crack, therefore I gave everything I had in orally satisfying Kurt. Soon the young buck was releasing his hot cream into my mouth, I swallowed his entire load down my hungry throat.
As soon as I tongue cleaned Kurt's spent prick, I maneuvered him towards a colorfully striped day bed. Kurt laid on his back and I grabbed his hamstrings and lifted his ass, then spread his legs wide. I dove in face first, my tongue instantly lapping up and down on Kurt's furry hole. My hands exploring the hairy landscape of Kurt's butt cheeks as my tongue made its way deep into his canal.
Kurt moaned loudly as I rimmed his sweet fuzzy fanny and after a while Kurt was begging me to fuck him. What a coincidence that Kurt's deep dark secret of having a hairy ass was also my deep seeded fantasy, and now that fantasy was going to come true. I slowly plunged my rock hard dripping member into Kurt's cavity, making sure I felt his fuzzy hole scrape my shaft as it entered his pooper. The experience of the intial insertion was a heavenly sensation of pure ecstasy. I pounded Kurt's prostrate with every inch of my engorged boner, riding him like an animal in heat, til my climax erupted into an explosion of hot spunk ejected into Kurt's anus. The immense orgasm was one for the record books and I will always remember that night with a hairy hot bartender.
With our bodies drained, Kurt and I slept naked together, waking up late in the morning. Both of us were hard and energized as we again merged our bodies together for a some wild carnal intercourse. This time Kurt fucked my ass and emptied his load of cream deep inside my stern.
Kurt insisted that I remain in Chicago for a few days, he knew a couple of buddies who would really enjoy a foursome.
That day Kurt showed me the sites of the windy city, followed by a boundless array of naked men who gathered at Kurt's apartment for a night of thrusting and sucking. The orgy ended up consisting of 4 other guys of various ages, all of whom had a ceaseless sex drive and an abundant amount of hard naked flesh on which to gorge on.
One of Kurt's friends had to help out his parents over the weekend and offered me a lift to Cedar Rapids Iowa on one condition.
Yep, you guessed it. I had to blow his load whenever he requested it. As fortune would have it, of all of Kurt's friends, this guy had the biggest dick of them all.
I was dropped off at a Stop & Go gas station just off highway 380, where I was certain my sexy muscular body and beautiful face would lead me to new and exciting directions as I continue my cross country adventures......

 

[BuckRogers]

Calvin Fucson

Dylan Fucson

Todd Longtool

While at the Stop and Go gas station, I decided to call my parents and let them know that I was all right. They seemed disappointed when I told them, if all went well, I may end up traveling the southern states during the winter. I convinced them that a summer was not enough time to see all that this country had to offer and that I was perfectly fine.
I watched an RV pull into the station as I said goodbye to my parents. I noticed that the RV had a Maryland license plate. I started walking to the store just as the occupants of the RV disembarked.
An older man, about 40 and a teenage boy, about 18 strolled parallel to my position. The shock on my face was evident as I recognized one of them.
"Mr. Fucson" I hollered.
Both guys turned towards me. The older man start to smile and reached out his hand.
"Jon Parker" the man replied smiling.
" What the heck are you doing in Iowa?"
Mr. Fucson, who happened to be my Biology teacher in high school, shook my hand and introduced his son Dylan. I told the father and son duo of my cross country journey to see the world, then asked them what they were doing so far from home.
Mr. Fucson informed me that for the last 5 years, during his summer break from teaching, he and his son have gone up to a cabin in Minnesota for a whole month
After his divorce, his wife got custody of Dylan. His wife appreciated these trips because she got a month of time to herself and "the boys" could bond. Calvin's grandparents who were from the Minnesota, bought the cabin on Rice lake during the 40's. Cal and his siblings inherited the cabin from his parents and now share the taxes and upkeep. Calvin rents an RV for the drive up, which not only stores all their gear but can be used as extra beds in case relatives stop by, and they always do.
While Cal was talking, his son Dylan stared at me intently, undressing me with his eyes. On the other hand, I couldn't help but notice how unrestrained and attractive the boy was. With hazel eyes, a tall thin body and a full head of dirty blonde hair, I could tell Dylan was very muscular even though he wore loose fitting clothes. A smirk adorned his face, making me want to kiss his seductively red lips, which rested underneath a perky little nose.
Calvin had finished speaking and I quickly responded with laughter. We continued our conversation, talking about high school , my parents and fishing for northern pike. What I didn't reminisce about was the fact that I was totally into Mr. Fucson when he was teaching me about the studies of life. Cal was still extremely fit and personable. Like his son, Cal had hazel eyes and very short dirty blonde hair, but Cal still had his signature mustache. Stunningly full lips and a uniquely scanty sniffer reminded me of the hours I spent in class drooling over Mr. Fucson as I imagined him fucking me on top of his desk while the other students watched in awe.
"Why don't you join us for a couple of days" Cal suggested and I jolted back to reality.
Both father and son looked into my deep emerald green eyes, anxious for me to say yes.
"I always wanted to visit Minnesota" I responded.
Dylan seemed especially happy that I would be an addition to the crew, as he winked at me and smiled.
While Cal gassed up the RV, Dylan and I bought snacks and soda for the trip.
For 8 hours Cal drove north on 35W as Dylan and I played cards and watched the scenery.
We arrived at the cabin around dinner time. We decided to build a fire and roast some hot dogs.
Dylan seemed a little fidgety as we ate dinner and afterwards he asked his father if you could go see Todd.
"Who's Todd?" I asked.
"Todd Longtool, his family owns a cabin further down the shore. Dylan and Todd are the same age and are basically inseparable when we are up here." Cal responded.
Dylan took off into the woods, giving Cal and I a chance to relax and talk.
The cabin was more like a house on the lake, as Cal showed me around. The house included two bedrooms, dining room, living room, large kitchen, bathroom and a deck overlooking Rice lake.
Mr. Fucson and I sat on lounge chairs, perched on the deck, watching the setting of the sun and drinking cold beers. Soon we were engaged in small talk and after three beers apiece were consumed, Cal began to reveal the truthful secrets of his life.
"The turning point in my life was when my wife discovered my stash" Cal began.
"You smoked pot?" I interrupted.
"No! No! No! She found my dirty magazines" Cal explained.
"That doesn't sound so bad" I stated.
Mr. Fucson leaned towards me, and placed his hand on my leg.
"Normally it wouldn't be, but the periodicals were gay porn" Cal whispered.
"She basically blew a piston, called me names, started crying and insisted I come clean. I told her that I pretty much knew my whole life and I figured my urges would change once I got married. I still loved her, but I occasionally need a diversion. Eventually, we split up, but remained friends, for Dylan's sake.
What I did not tell my wife at the time, was that 5 years prior, I befriended another male teacher, Adam, who the school recently hired. For months are relationship was purely platonic, until one night we went out for drinks. Adam seemed nervous and after a few more shots of whiskey, he eventually told me of his true sexuality. Adam felt that our friendship meant a lot to him and I deserved to know the truth. Needless to say, we ended up in a motel room later that night. He was my first and the experience was life altering. Soon we were secretly connecting at every available opportunity. Being a teacher, my actions could not be public. Every tryst, we had was discreetly planned and executed. For 5 years I Iived a double life, but now that I am divorced, I am comfortable with who I am, but still keep my personal life and work separate." Cal paused a moment to take a swig of beer.
"Are you saying you and Mr. Dichaven!" I didn't finish, awe struck by the thought of the two teachers together in a mass of naked flesh.
"Yes, Jon" Cal confirmed.
"Jon. I want to be honest with you as well." Cal spoke softly as I listened intently.
"Jon. I have become a very selfish person, and the only reason I asked you here was because I found you to be extremely attractive and when I heard the excitement in your voice when we met I was hoping that, Ummm! That we had something in common. I will totally understand if you do not wish to reciprocate" Calvin concluded.
Mr. Fucson looked at me, awaiting my response.
Every day in 9th grade Biology class I yearned to give myself completely to this man and now years later the opportunity was presenting itself. What else could I do?
I leaned in and placed my hand behind Mr. Fucson's head and guided our lips together. Immediately I slowly inserted my tongue into his mouth and made my way deep into his throat. Cal melted into his lounge chair from the oral tongue thrashing, allowing me a free pass to do whatever I wanted.
While thinking of what do to next, I concluded that perhaps we should quit the public affections and move to a more secluded area, in case Dylan should return and catch them in the act.
The RV was convenient and the chances of Dylan entering was remote. The two of us made our way to the rear of the vehicle and settled on the large bed. Cal reached over and turned on a small night light, giving us just enough illumination for me to see the lust in Mr. Fucson's hazel eyes. We reinstated our past contact of kissing and tongue twisting. Our bodies hugging, while our hands began groping and squeezing sensitive area. We disengaged our lips long enough to disrobe, and I finally got to see Mr. Fucson's sweet naked features. We merged our bare bodies together and Cal initiated more mouth action. Arms and legs intertwined, bumping and rubbing, then Mr. Fucson started making his way down my body. Soon Cal was suckling my man nips and fondling my growing stick.
I moaned in anticipation of my old instructor's mouth wrapped around my hard cock. When the time arrived and Cal began to lick the top of my penis, I shivered with excitement. Slowly my 9th grade teacher lowered his head and my slid down his throat. Cal sucked like an expert, looking into my eyes as he devoured my boner and savored the delicious juices. Cal's face had a look of reminiscence and determination. I learned later that Mr. Fucson had many students who stirred his loins, including me. Now years later his "wishful thinking" had come full circle as my salami slid in and out of his eager mouth. I muttered sounds of gratification as Cal fondled my cum filled balls and serviced my thick concentration of manmeat. It did not take long for me to inject a load of hot juice into Mr. Fucson's hungry mouth, which he eagerly ingested. After lapping up any remaining remnants of my load, Cal licked his lips as if finishing off a hearty meal.
"I want to fuck you, Jon" Calvin stated.
"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Fucson" I responded as if asking for permission from my mentor.
No prep time was needed, for Cal's cock was ready for action. The veins in his 7 inch shaft were fully exposed and bulged along the entire length of his member. I got on all fours, exposing my hole for some doggy style action. Cal lowered his body onto my back and rammed his hardened organ into my shit hole.
"Holy crap" I screamed as I felt Cal's prominent rod penetrate the inner lining of my pooper. As Mr. Fucson began to screw my cavity, I noticed movement outside as I looked out through a small window in the RV. I recognized the dark form of Dylan. Mr. Fucson's son was watching us rut like two animals in heat. At first I was concerned that Dylan would be angry about his father's lifestyle, or he may even blame me, but Cal's heated meat, pounding my voracious gap made me temporarily forget the repercussions.
Suddenly I heard the door of the RV open and a young voice asked, "Dad! What are you doing!"
I knew instantly that it was Dylan.
Cal, however, was surprised and quickly withdrew his cock and turned towards his son, covering his erect cock.
"Dylan, I thought you were with Todd?" Cal asked.
"He wasn't home, so I came back and saw the RV shaking" Dylan replied.
"We were umm, umm" Cal tried to somehow explain.
"Don't worry about it Dad! Todd and I have been sucking each other off for the last two summers." Dylan said.
"I was just hoping that I could join you? Dylan continued.
My ears were on fire, I was not expecting the idea of a three some with a father and son. I anxiously awaited Mr. Fucson's response.
"Please Dad, the moment I met Jon, I have been so horny and Todd isn't here to suck me off. I promise I won't tell Mom" Dylan pleaded.
"Okay son, but just this one time" Cal invited his son to join the activities, knowing full well that his son would bug Jon relentlessly for a blowjob until Todd showed up, which could be several days.
Dylan quickly jumped onto the bed and removed his shirt and shorts right in front of me, and I could see his perfectly formed young body. Dylan knelt before me, and placed his 6 1/2 inch dick right in front of my face. I gobbled Dylan's young junk into my mouth and started the process of exhuming his youthful seed. Dylan placed his hands on both sides of my head, guiding my actions.
Meanwhile, Mr. Fucson reinserted his sizable piece into my rear end and began to pound with a newly acquired energy. I believe the site of his son getting a blowjob from the same guy that he was fucking, was probably the ultimate aphrodisiac, making the experience even more exhilarating. While young master Fucson's hairless balls slammed against my chin, Cal's hairy balls slapped against my ass, both men were thrusting full force, jerking me forward and backward like a rag doll. All three of us were sweating profusely as the air in the confined area became thick with exhaled moans and groans.
The related pair were in unison, as both father and son squirted my insides with warm creamy cum. After a short rest, I mounted Calvin, fucking him deep and hard. Dylan watched his dad moan with delight as I pounded my cock into my former teacher's sweet hole. The action was to much for Dylan to resist. I saw the young boy offer his hard incestual dick to his father, who was reluctant at first, but the hardcore action eliminated any reservations. Cal's open mouth was quickly filled with his son's hard pole and being subjected to Dylan's continuous hip thrusts, as the boy fucked his father's throat. The scenario of a father sucking off his son was extremely taboo, which made it more exciting to watch, and soon I was exploding my man gravy deep into Cal's anus. Once I laid back on the bed watching the hot father and son fornicate, Cal and Dylan switched to a sixty nine position, and continued their forbidden lustful desires. Dylan was the first to cum, shooting his teenage semen into his father's mouth. The son continued to blow his dad until Cal ejaculated his man sperm into his son's adolescent windpipe.
We all collapsed onto the wet sheets of the bed, our chests heaving heavily up and down as our exhausted bodies returned to normal activity. By now it was late and Cal suggested a cool swim in the lake. The moon was full as the three of us swam naked, playfully bumping and grabbing each other.
The next day involved another fun filled day of sexual intercourse, leaving no hole unused. I jacked my cock hard as I watched Dylan plug his old man's anal lips. Later, I was thoroughly entranced by the sheer tightness of Dylan's posterior canal, as was Dylan, who screamed with passion as my monumental spire pounded his virgin hole.
At the end of the week, Todd had arrived and was joining the festivities. Todd was a tall good looking blonde buck, who not only was hung like a horse, but who was constantly horny and sucked cock unlike anyone I have ever experienced. Todd's young back door was even tighter than Dylan's. Even though the four of us would get together for an orgy of unrestricted naked fun inside the cabin, we occasionally would hook up for some one on one action in the privacy of the RV. I especially loved to get Todd alone and go down on his lengthy member, til his cock was fully erect, then I would plead with him to fuck my hole.
Dylan would pull me into the RV because he enjoyed my thick dick penetrating his ass and stimulating his young prostrate, claiming that Todd was to big, but I figured Dylan was into older guys. Cal, as well, had his reasons for getting together in the RV. He insisted on rimming my pink opening and shoving his endowment in between my cheeks, fucking me wildly, while he held my legs wide open.
I stayed for two weeks at the Fucson's cabin, most of my time was spent unclothed and engaging in some sort of sexual activity. When Sunday arrived, Cal informed me that his brother's family were due to arrive tomorrow and my presents would be difficult to explain.
Cal arranged a ride for me to the Twin Cities from one of the neighbors who only came up during the weekends. Before I departed, Cal whispered in my ear, that he thought Todd was a hot little spit fire and planned to fuck his son and his son's friend as much as possible.
Both father and son were sorry to see me go, and I promised to visit them once I got back to Maryland.
The trip down to Minneapolis was basically a needed rest period , as I slept in the back seat the entire trip.
Once I was dropped off downtown, I rented a room for the night and thought about my plans for the next day.
Hunger was evident and I used a pamphlet conveniently laying on the end table to order out. As I waited in the lobby for the arrival of my Chinese food, I noticed a guy checking me out. He pretended to be looking at brochures of popular local venues, but I could tell that he was more interested in the mound between my legs, for I was wearing nothing but a pair of tight shorts and a snug t shirt.
His attractive features made me wonder if this hot guy would perhaps be mentioned in the next chapter of my cross country adventure...

 

[BiMike]

Love your continuing adventures Carry on the good work !

 

[BuckRogers]

Father Thomas Neelnblo

I was staying at a hotel in Minneapolis, waiting in the lobby for the arrival of my take out food. A very good looking man of about 30 was nonchalantly browsing through the free pamphlets, while also periodically making clear cut glances in my direction. I made a note that the man was bulky and tall. His black dress shirt outlined a broad chest. What stuck out the most was his red, military buzz cut hair and deep set blue eyes. A thin fuzzy red beard and mustache was neatly trimmed, gracing his intriguingly beautiful face. He smiled at me and revealed the whitest set of choppers I had ever seen. My loins ached as I considered the idea of following this guy back to his room for a little bump and grind.
Just then, my food arrived and I reluctantly turned around to pay for my food. After the exchange, I was bummed to see that the hot red headed man was gone. I strolled down the hallway to my room, angry at myself for letting such a hunky guy get away.
The eggs rolls and chicken fried rice was delicious and filled me up. I cracked open my fortune cookie and read the words written on the small piece of paper. The message stated "You will meet a new love". I grinned as I thought of the red haired man in the lobby and what could have been. I grabbed my can of Pepsi and noted that it was nearly empty. I swallowed the last few drops of soda, then threw away the can, as well as the tiny square cardboard boxes, into the trash container.
My thirst was still apparent, and I decided to buy another can of Pepsi.
I reached the soda dispenser and inserted my money. Pushing the button with the red, white and blue Pepsi logo resulted in the release of a cold can of cola. I grabbed my purchase and turned around.
"Whoa! There son..." a voice called out, as I collided with the red haired man. My free hand accidentally brushed against the man's obviously stiff mound protruding from his trousers.
"What's your hurry, son" the stranger asked, grinning lustfully, with his pearly white teeth.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to, Umm... " I answered, trying to apologize for man handling his junk.
"Don't worry about it, young man. All is forgiven. I was more at fault, really!
"My name is Thomas. Thomas Neelnblo" the man introduced himself.
"Jon... Jon Parker" I said, raising one eyebrow with interest.
"It's a great pleasure to meet you, Jon. I saw you in the lobby earlier as you were ready to dine. I was hoping our paths would cross again" Tom spoke with confidence.
Tom's demeanor and good looks were hard to resist. I could have jumped his bones right there in the hallway for every resident to see, but I kept my libido in check, for now.
"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Neelnblo! What is it you hoped would happen after you reached this wishful intersection " I joked.
"I am a firm believer in fate, Jon. Fate brought us both to this vending machine for a reason" Thomas replied.
"Well, Tom! I can only think of one reason why fate has caused this reunion." I stated, then checked his body from head to toe with my eyes.
"Perhaps we should go somewhere private and try to figure out that reason. Jon! Thomas suggested with his signature sexy smile.
For some reason I had a good feeling about Thomas, and knew that I could trust him completely.
Thomas guided me to his room, which was ironically, exactly like mine.
Once inside, we sat on the bed and I leaned in and softly began to kiss Tom's tender lips. My left hand was innocently placed on Tom's leg and slowly moved towards the mound between his legs. I massage his bulging crotch, feeling the hardness of his erect cock.
"Yeeeeaaah, Jon. I've been so hard for you. The minute I laid eyes on your incredibly heavenly face and righteous body, in the lobby. Tom proclaimed between kisses. The excitement of the act was heating up, as I began to unzip his trousers.
"That's it's stud, you know where the answer lies."
I reached into the opening of Tom's pants and pulled out a hard seven inch cock, I gasped at the pure beauty of it.
"It's all yours, Jon. I have faith that you will know exactly what to do next." Tom commented continually.
Tom leaned back onto the bed, giving me ample access to his fully inflated naked tower of flesh.
I licked the mushroom head and tasted Tom's precum, then I used my flexible tongue to lap the sides of this juicy pole.
"You have got a devil's tongue, Jon! Oh lord that feels sooooooo good" Tom announced as I slid my lips around his throbbing cock and engulfed his shaft til my nose pressed against his pants.
I sucked hard on perfectly pulsating meat, while Tom slipped off his shirt.
"Wow! Jon. Your drawing the cum right out of my testicles." Thomas said as he helped me remove my shirt.
I got on my knees and quickly ripped Tom's pants off. Once I had Tom naked, I spread his legs and inhaled his enticing boner. Now exposed in full glory, I began to suck his immaculate ginger cock. With all my experience, I was able to feast on every inch of Tom's engorged cock, while he whimpered in delight. Working on Tom's juicy spire, was making my libido spiral out of control, as I engorged my throat with Tom's delicious man meat.
"Jon, my young lamb. Your throat is on fire and my cock is burning from the intense heat."
As I slurped on thick cock, Tom grabs my head to intensify the action.
My own hardon was painfully trying to break out of my shorts. I had to pause the action just long enough to remove my clothes and show Thomas what he was in for, as I revealed my own throbbing hard organ.
"Awesome! Jon. Your everything I imagined you were. A pumped up body and gigantic dick" Tom stated with bulging eyes.
"I want you to join with me, Jon! I want you to take me, I need you inside me, and fulfill the destiny behind our encounter"
Tom scooted to the front of the bed and lifted his legs in the air, spreading them wide. Tom's succulent pink butt hole was begging to be fucked. I thought I was the luckiest bastard in the world. Who would have thought that a can of soda would have brought me to this point, where I was about to screw a totally radiant red headed guy with a juicy dick. My heart skidded a beat. My sex drive exploded as I drove my dripping love stick into Tom's smooth back door.
"Christ, o' mighty" Tom cried out.
I felt the tightness of Tom's moist channel as I thrust in and out of Tom's crack with urgency and determination.
I bent Tom's legs towards his body and raised his ass high into the air.
"That's right, Jon. Fuck my hole. Our souls want the same thing. Fuck me hard and send me quivering to eternal bliss." Tom requested.
My heavy balls slammed against his smooth cheeks with each push of my hips, as I continually penetrated Tom's ginger hole.
"Yeah, Jon. Go for it, work it hard. Give me all you got. The two shall become as one" Tom stated, as he reached up and pulled our naked bodies together into a single mass of horny flesh.
"Oh man, you are so hot, Jon. You own my hole. Rewards for you will be bountiful " Tom continued, then proceeded to roll me onto my back and plunged his dick deep into aching man hole.
"Fuck me all night, Tom. That's what you have been wanting since you first saw me." I stated as Tom's pole glides repetitively in and out of my stretched anal lips.
Needless to say, I screwed this beautiful red head in every way imaginable while Tom orally egged me on the whole time.
Soon Tom and I were standing on the bed. Tom was leaning over and holding onto the head board with his hands and I was behind him. I gripped Tom's hips and pummeled his abused anus. The sweat was dripping off of our naked skin. I continued to plug Tom's crack until I finally purged my semen into his hot ass.
"Holy Jesus, Jon. That was great." Tom swore.
The roles were reversed and Tom plowed his ready, willing and able dick into my eager bunghole. It didn't take long for Tom erupt a major explosion of cum into my tunnel.
As we lay on the bed in a naked heap, Tom told me he was from Sioux Falls, South Dakota visiting the Twin Cities to attend a lecture on Theology.
"Are you interested in religion?" I asked Tom.
"Very much so, Jon. In fact, you should probably call me Father Neelnblo."
"Your a priest" I blurted out.
Father Tom enlightened me about his past. When Tom was a boy, he wanted to be a dentist, til he contracted a virus that left him hospitalized for several months. During which time, he spoke often to God and Tom was told in no uncertain terms what was expected of him. Many people tried to convince Tom that these were delusions from his illness, but Tom would tell you otherwise. His church in Sioux Falls, was his first assignment and he has been there for the last ten years.
Every Sunday during sermon, Tom found his "calling" for the male gender. The men in his congregation, were attractive and Tom soon discovered that many of his male congregation were attracted to their clergyman. He learned this information from the many sins conveyed to him during confession. Once he discovered who the man was, Tom used his clerical influence to initiate a private sexual encounter.
Tom now had a dozen or so men from his flock who will not hesitate to engage in intercourse with Father Tom. When Tom saw me in the lobby he was seduced by thoughts of canal pleasures, which gave him a raging boner and he decided to pursue his desires.
I then mentioned to Father Tom that, had he been wearing his collar, I would have instantly thrown away my ordered food and dragged him to my room. I confessed to him about my attraction to hot looking men of the cloth.
Tom admitted that he did not bring his working clothes with him, but suggested I accompany him back to South Dakota. Tom was aching for me to meet some of his overly horny church members, for a threesome.
Father Tom wanted to keep his pleasures simple and uncomplicated and therefore, kept all of his encounters secret and away from prying church going eyes. In other words, none of the men in Tom's church knew about the others. Now he wanted me to join his covert assembly. As a non member, I would be able to interact without repercussions.
Father Tom told me about a younger man in his church who was much like me, very well endowed and extremely delicious. How could I resist.
By the time Father Thomas finished describing this young buck to me, my cock was ready for round two. Which was just as hot and hardcore as the initial action.
We ultimately fell asleep and the next day I found myself a passenger in Father Tom's car, traveling on highway 169 to Sioux Falls. Anxiously waiting to continue this sacramental cross country adventure....

 

[BuckRogers]

Michael Sukstick

Father Tom and I arrived in Sioux Falls around noon and pulled into a parking lot next to a large church. I followed Tom to a small house next to the church. We immediately went to the bedroom and stripped our clothes, and engaged in some orally satisfying behavior. Knowing that I was sucking the dick of a man of the cloth heightened my libido, causing me to feed on Tom's meat like a horny gay sailor on leave. Tom shot his load in record time and I expired into the preacher's mouth even faster.
Tom explained to me that later in the day there was a pancake social and that evening was a men's bible study group. The young man Tom spoke of earlier, would be in attendance. Afterwards, Tom will escort the young man to his residence for some private "counseling". Tom suggested that I pick out some of his clothes and a collar. I would play the part of a visiting priest, while Father Tom teaches this young man about the principles of religious obedience.
While Tom attended the pancake social, I barely slept, in anticipation of the upcoming scenario. Before the appointed time, I dressed in black pants, black shirt and shined black shoes, finishing off with a white collar. As I looked in the mirror, I heard the front door open, followed by voices. It was time for some papal masquerade, and I was already getting hard.
I walked into the living room and instantly Tom introduced me to his patron.
"Ah, Father Jon, I want you to meet a special member of my church. This is Mike Sukstick" Tom announced.
The young man was about 28 years old and was innocently attractive, with a playful smile. He was very similar to Thomas, sharing the red hair, aqua blue eyes and a trimmed beard and mustache. However, Mike had neatly cut shaggy hair and very expressive eyebrows Mike had a tall swimmer build and I, of course, noticed a massive bulge in his jeans.
Mike knelt before me and kissed my hand. " It is an honor to be in your presence, Father Jon" he replied.
"Mike here, wishes to offer his services to the supreme being in whatever manner is required," Tom explained.
Tom turned towards Mike and spoke to him directly, still kneeling.
"As you know Mike, a priest is in direct contact with your savior. Everything I see, the savior sees. Everything I feel, the savior feels."
"I understand completely, Father Tom." Mike whispered.
"Are you ready to totally give yourself to the power of the almighty" Father Tom asked.
"I will do whatever is required of me, your holy one" Mike responded.
"Your faith is being tested Mike, your savior also requires the benefits of human contact. Through me, you will be able to be as one with your savior and bathe in his spirit. His unending love will flow deep within you" Tom declared.
"Let me show you that I am worthy of this task" Mike said as he got on all fours and looked up at Father Tom pleading with his eyes..
Tom pushed me aside and whispered in my ear. "In all seriousness, Father Jon. Mr. Sukstick here, has a thing for priests and I like to indulge his fetish with a little role play."
"Father Jon and I have agreed that the Prince of Peace is truly wondrous and that your service to him is greatly appreciated and unwavering. We feel you are indeed worthy of god's grace. The both of us have agreed to supply the instruments by which you can achieve juncture with your savior" Father Tom informs Mike.
"Thank you Father!" Mike said excited.
Tom pulls down the zipper of his black trousers and pulls out his pale semi erect cock, placing his phallus right in front of Mike's face.
"We are about to create a trinity, Mike! The three of us shall become one. Are you ready to service your Lord" Tom asks his patron.
Mike looks up at the priest.
"Yes, Father! Mike remarks with a hint of a lustful smile.
Tom stepped closer to Mike, who obediently opened his mouth and accepted the priest's anxious member. Mike expertly began to suck the preacher's meat with zeal, and then Tom placed his hands on Mike's head, directing his movements. Mike was passionately devouring the priest's cock, like a kid with a lollipop. I watched the church member go to town on Tom's hot dick, causing my own piece to swell.
"Father Jon. Please join us, as we honor the holy one with our carnal expressions of love" Tom suggested.
I stepped forward and Mike immediately began to undo my zipper. Soon both Tom and I had hard cocks jutting from our trousers and Mike was alternating between both of our boners. Mike would constantly looked upwards in our eyes, as he pumped on our poles, as if he was looking into the eyes of his savior.
"Are you ready, Mike! To give yourself totally to me" Father Tom lifts Mike from the ground.
"Let us remove all doubt, and cast away anything which would interfere with our unification, be it reservations or possessions" Mike said.
" Tom said as he began to slowly remove the garments that Mike wore. In no time, the three of us were naked. Mike was sporting a hardon the likes of which I have never seen and a tattoo of a bull on his right thigh. Golden reddish blonde pubic hair nestled above a dripping ten inch long cock, connected at the base were two round balls covered by the same blonde hair.
"Jesus" I whispered as I ogled the church member's angelic piece of heaven. As much as I wanted to fill my mouth with Mike's biblical epic monster meat, I held back, waiting for Tom to direct the action.
"Your body is a temple to our sacred King, Mike. His to adorn and command." Tom advised his loyal member.
"Command me Father, so that I may service he who gave us life" Mike replied.
Tom guided Mike to the couch and laid him on his back. Tom spread the Mike's legs far apart and rammed his ginger cock into the holy hole of innocence. As Father Tom fucked Mike's ass, I took the opportunity to bend down and fill my mouth with Mike's massive staff. Simultaneously, I forced my own hard prick deep into Mike's hungry throat. I relished the taste of Mike's hot juicy member, while at the same time, moaning with pleasure from the feeling of Mike's lips pumping up and down on my throbbing knob.
Father Tom slowly pounded Mike's crack as he watched me eagerly try to siphon the man juice from his church members boner like a straw. Mike reached up and began to massage my ass while he continued to feast on my piece. When Mike started to insert his finger into my pooper, my libido sky rocketed and I started to buck wildly. I then looked up at Father Tom and signaled to him that it was time to change positions. I wanted Mike's cock in my ass right now.
"Father Jon, as a teacher of the divine mind, you must also endeavor to be a student and allow yourself to know what it is to be ordinary" Father Tom suggested. I bent over the couch, using my hands I spread my cheeks and offered Mike an invitation, Mike did not hesitate to plunge his dripping mega pole into my channel.
"Holy mother! I screamed as Mike's hot member started to pound my man hole. Father Tom stood on the couch and awarded me the gift of his hard enticing unit, which I eagerly excepted.
Mike's massive dick penetrated the inside of my cavity and kept going, I thought it would never stop. The young buck was violating areas in my butt that were previously untouched. This concept caused me to covet Father Tom's cock with inspiration and soon he was whimpering in exstasy. Every thrust of Mike's organ seemed to continue further into my bung hole, sending a new sensation throughout my entire body.
The whole idea of being fucked by an avidly religious church member and sucking the cock of a priest was powerfully intoxicating. Father Tom grabbed my head and forced his shaft deeper into my throat, while Mike pummeled his monster manhood into my backside.
Eventually I felt the hot juicy flow down my throat as Father Tom emptied the contents of his balls into my mouth. The second I finished swallowing the essence of the preacher, Mike screamed out and purged his milky hot cum into my furrow.
"Mike, Father Jon is filled with the seed of the redeemer and now awaits release with your help" Tom said.
Obediently Mike kneels down and inhales my swollen dick, sucking hard and fast like a man on a mission. Father Tom joined in by starting to lick my perky nipples and soon Mike was supplied with a large amount of my creamy heated sperm. Afterwards, the three of us sat down in the living room drinking tea and talking with normal conversation.
The long drive from Minneapolis, the pancake social, the men's bible study and the sweaty fuck session sent Tom to bed early, which left Mike and I alone in the living room. The nap I had taken earlier left me motivated and eager for another round with this handsome young red headed buck. Mike was also willing to continue the party, in fact, he took it to a higher level. The horny church member told me he wanted to show me something. I barely finished putting my cup down when Mike grabbed my hand and led me outside and then into the church. We slowly walked down the long aisle and stopped in front of the altar. I stood facing the pulpit as Mike, who was in front of me, turned around and spoke to me like a little boy with a secret.
"Father Tom would never allow us to manifest our biological urges in the church, especially in front of the altar, even though it has been a fantasy of mine."
Mike took my hand and placed it on the swelling mound between his legs.
"Please, Father Jon" Mike begged me.
The moon shined through the stained glassed windows, giving the young man had an almost glowing aura of an angel, and he looked at me with big blue wanting eyes. I did not want to anger Father Tom, yet I knew that our little escapade would probably remain discreet.
I was paralyzed by uncertainty and as I looked up at the cross on the back wall for guidance, Mike had already decided for me.
Mike Sukstick, kneeled before me and began to stimulate my bulging slacks with his adolescent mouth. His hands reached around and caressed my firm buttocks. Forgive the pun, but I was in heaven and without even realizing it, I unknowingly unbuckled my belt and allowed Mike to slowly lower my pants to the floor. My cock jutted outward and was quickly inhaled by Mike's seductive mouth, who expertly began the process of trying to exhume the manjuice from my testicles. I placed my hands on Mike's head and ran my fingers through his shaggy red hair. Mike's hands massaged my backdoor while he methodically feasted on my delicious meat. A combination of the location and Mike's specialized oral skills soon made emit my supply of unending amount of warm creamy spunk into the handsome church goer, who religiously guzzled it down.
"Take off your clothes , I want to fuck you" Mike announced.
Mike and I removed what attire remained on our bodies.
I knelt down on my knees on the white fabric aisle runner . Mike got behind me and pushed my torso forward, keeping his hands on my shoulders. I breathlessly inhaled as Mike introduced me again to his prominent organ, which stretched my rectum to the limit. Mike's juicy meat slid into my ass like a hot knife through butter. Smoothly and endlessly my backdoor was impaled by hard naked flesh, right there in front of the church's pulpit.
"Oh, Wow. Yeah." I cried while Mike pounded me to the ground. Then Mike rolled me onto my back, spread my legs and continued his urge to make me walk funny days after this encounter. The feelings I experienced every time Mike thrust his privates into me was sheer joy and pleasure. This young man truly did have a celestial gift and I thanked god I was on the receiving end.
The stamina of Mike was incredible, infinite as he fucked me hard and long, all the while staring at the cross hanging on the wall above the altar. Mike gave me no indication, suddenly I felt a small explosion, then my love canal was flooded with hot sticky liquid. Mike continued to fuck me even after his monumental orgasm had ended. Then the angelic young man collapsed on top of me and we kissed vigorously as if we were the only two people on earth.
We made our way back to Father Tom's house. Mike thanked me for helping him fulfill his most secret desire and then he exited. I made my way to the bedroom and crawled under the blankets, nestling my body next to Tom. Sleep soon overtook me.
The next day, I awoke to Father Thomas sucking my dick and thoughts of last night energized my actions, as we began the preview to fornication. The action was hot, but did not come close to the experience I had with Michael. Much as I wanted another session with Mike, I knew our encounter in the church could never be rivaled.
When I casually joked with Tom about having sex in the church, Father Tom let it be known that he would never defile god's home, to satisfy his human earthly urges. Knowing that Father Thomas would be upset if he found out what I did in his church, I decided to eat and run.
After an early afternoon lunch, I announced my departure. Father Thomas tried to convince me to stay, but soon realized the decision was mine.
Being a man of the cloth, Thomas blessed my journey and asked for god to watch over me.
I found myself hitchhiking on Interstate 90, headed west, hoping my next ride will be another story worth telling as I continue my adventures cross country...

 

[BuckRogers]

Officer Bill Crakblaster

It was August 1, 1979 when I found myself on Interstate 90, heading west. I was on the outskirts of Sioux Falls, advertising my muscular athletic body and magnanimous face to the cars cruising by, hoping someone would pull over and give a horny stud a lift. As usual, my thumb was only extended for a half hour when a car slowed down and parked on the shoulder. I rushed to the green Ford Mustang, exhilerated by the prospect of some cool dude who was looking for a romping good time. Needless to say, I beheld the image of a 40 year old woman and her pet dog.
The prospect of sex during this ride was less than zero, but the woman seemed so eager to help out a fellow human being in need of help, that I could not deny her the opportunity. Zoe, was a suprisingly hip gal, who was current in all the latest trends and fads. Her dog Spook, was a black, orange and white minature pincher. The suspicious canine sat on Zoe's lap the whole trip, constantly looking at me with his big brown eyes as if I was a threat to his master.
Zoe informed me that she was heading to a spot named Wall Drug. A drugstore located in a small town, smach dab in the middle of no where. The little souvenir shop had gotten quite a reputation and drew in litterally thousands of people each year. Zoe's sister was one of the residents of this small town. By the end of the day, we had traveled through almost the entire state before reaching our destination.
I was dropped off at the drugstore on "main" street and bid Zoe and Spook farewell. I ordered some food, checked out all the entertaining antiques and props, then once again, I was on the road using my thumb as a sign to people that I was looking for a lift.
The sky was beginning to darken, the odds of someone stopping declined as fast as the setting sun.
The red and blue lights behind me were obviously a definite indicator that the law enforcement of this county was about to welcome me to the neighborhood.
I turned around and faced the colorful vehicle and waited for what I thought was going to be a hard nosed old cop, who's wife hadn't put out in over a year. The old bastard was going to throw my ass in jail just because I looked at him wrong.
The driver door opened and a large man exited. By the light of twilight I could see a state trooper, all decked out. Brown pants and shirt, black shoes, hat and mirrored sunglasses. His utility belt yielded ever tool necessary to bring down any criminal. As the patrolman walked towards me, I noticed his clean shaven brawny face and Peter Lupus muscular body. Unsure of what the officer wanted, my dick began to stir, even though I knew that a hot cop can sometimes be a straight, law abiding citizen. I prayed that this wasn't the case.
"Mind showing me some identification, young man" the Trooper questioned. The cop was close enough for me to read the name tag on his shirt.
"Yes sir, Officer Crakblaster" I responded.
"My wallet is in my backpack" I continued.
I took off my pack and placed it on the ground. I bent over and began to search my bag. I noticed the trooper put his hand on his revolver as I looked in each compartment. I located my billfold and showed Officer Crakblaster my drivers license. As the trooper scrutinized my ID, I found myself kneeling and staring up at the cop's slacks, which had a slight outline of a massive cock and balls. Knowing that a tasty dick was only inches from my hungry mouth, I inadvertantly licked my lips.
The trooper's voice forced me to look upwards.
"Where ya headed, Jon Parker" the policeman asked.
"West" I informed him as he handed me my license back.
When I bent over to secure my wallet into my backpack, Bill slowly walked around behind me. Was this cop checking me out? I purposely took several minutes to accomplish my task, allowing Trooper Bill plenty of time to check out my firm rounded butt cheeks.
"Your a long way from home. Do you have any idea how dangerous and unpredictable it is to hitchhike?" the trooper questioned.
I recalled Zach and Burt, the two guys who raped me in the back of their van. I also thought about the countless men I have encountered and had sex with.
I looked straight into the trooper's dark glasses.
"Well so far, I would have to say it has been very educational" I stated with a cocky attitude, then raised my left eyebrow, hoping I had not overstepped the boundries.
The cop surveyed the busy highway. Then turned towards me and spoke in a friendly, matter of fact manner.
"As an offficer of the law it is my duty to serve and protect. I deem your actions to be unsafe and I feel obligated to keep you from harm. If you would please, enter the back of the vehicle and I will transport you to a more secure area" Trooper Bill demanded. I was certain that the trooper picked up on my signals, it was hard to tell by observing his actions.
If nothing else, at least I was getting a lift, so I seated myself into the patrol car.
Trooper Crakblaster drove on the highway for ten miles, without any conversation. Curiousity got the best of me.
"Where are you taking me" I asked the trooper through the steel mesh that separated us.
"I feel it is my duty to further your "education" and I figured we needed a more private location" the trooper answered.
Just then, the trooper exited the highway and quickly turned onto a gravel road. This road led to an abandoned farm. All the buildings on the property were old and dilapidated. Trooper Crakblaster stopped the car before reaching the building.
"Get out" He demanded.
Before I was even out of the door, the cop grabbed my arm and slammed me against the hood. The next thing I heard was the click of handcuffs locking around my wrists. My hands were secured behind my back and my chest was feeling the warmth of the engine below the hood of the trooper's car. The trooper leaned over and spoke into my ear.
"Those meager hints of yours were not necessary. I pegged you as a faggot from the moment I saw you on the side of the road. I take it your education included a lot of kissing and blowjobs from the anonymous johns who picked you up. Well, Jon Parker, Trooper Bill is gonna show you how he deals with your kind."
I did not like the sound of that and for a moment I was truly scared. The trooper reached around my waist, unbuckled my pants and lowered them to the ground. This action still did not waver my feelings about officer Crakblaster and what he was planning to do. Suddenly I felt two cold hands begin to massage my ass. My ass cheeks were spread wide, followed by the feeling of a wet slippery thick piece of laquered wood sliding around the edges of my hole. Trooper Bill was rimming my rear end with his big billy club. The officer spent a extended amount of time slowly penetrating the interior of my cavity, with his thick wooden head basher. I felt the hard spire spread my anal lips wider and wider until I felt the surge, as the trooper shoved the club all the way in and began to sodomize my anal region. The sensation had me whimpering like a puppy as the oral stimulation of my dripping basin shifted into overdrive I had a growing intuition that this cop had a fascination, or infatuation with the male pooper, based on the elongated period of time he spent fucking me with a night stick. Suddenly, the patrolman withdrew the home fashioned dildo from my ass.
"Yeah, you liked that, didn't ya fag boy" officer Bill taunted me.
I heard the sound of a buckle and a zipper. Trooper Bill delivered a hard grunt as he plunged his hard cock into my asshole in one quick motion. My hole was then continualy supplied with a generous amount of thick cop dick as Trooper Bill fucked me hard.
"Oh, yeah Jon Parker. You got a nice hot tight ass" Trooper Bill whispered.
The assault on my experienced bung hole was non stop and I felt every inch of officer Bill's juicy shaft as it slid in and out of my rear end. Every thrust of the cop's hips stirred my libido and caused me to growl softly. Huge balls slammed my ass with a loud bump, which increased the overall sensation I was feeling from the pounding of his enforcement. Eventually the momentum increased and I felt the trooper start to groan loudly.
"Oh fuck yeah" Trooper Bill screamed as he ejaculated his scolding manjuice deep into my anus.
Trooper Bill grunted each time a milky projection exited his hard pole. When all was done, Trooper Bill grabbed my arms, turned me around and shoved me to my knees.
"Lick my cock clean, boy" the deputy strongly suggested.
Pure pleasure was the sentiment I endured as I licked every millimeter of Trooper Bill's private parts, then began to suck on the officer's mammoth meat. As I suspected, the trooper grabbed my hair and fucked my mouth with his hard rod. Again, his enormous balls
pounded underneath my chin as he plowed my mouth opening. Soon I was rewarded with hot creamy cop cum flowing down my throat.
Trooper Bill quickly pulled up his pants and unlocked the cuffs binding my hands. I was hoping that this hunky cop was going to return the favor and blow my load, but the trooper told me to get dressed and get back in the car. I took officer Bill's remarks to be the tactics of a straight guy who on occasion will hump anything that is available and discreet.
"I'll drop you off in the next town" Trooper Crakblaster informed me.
Now that the trooper had had his fun, he was eager to dispose of the evidence.
As before, Trooper Bill was silent as he drove back to the highway and eventually pulled into a truck stop in the town of Sundance Wyoming. The state trooper pulled into the dark back area of the parking lot, making sure he was not seen.
Trooper Bill turned his head and offered the following instructions.
"You can find a ride here, and if your lucky, some horny trucker to suck you off at the same time. Please exit the vehicle Jon Parker and have a nice day".
"Thanks for the lesson, Trooper Bill" I responded.
I grabbed my back pack and made my way to the small diner. I was hungry for something to eat, and possibly a reward of my favorite high protein drink from the dick of some hot guy for dessert.
Considering the unexpected scenarios I have experienced, who could tell what awaited me at this truck stop as I continued my cross country adventure....

 

[BuckRogers]

Eric Biman

Walter Dremieyes

The Border Line rest stop was near the South Dakota, Wyoming border. Information that was conveniently written on the place mat in front of me as I sat in a red plastic covered booth inside this small cafe. As I waited for my burger and fries, I realized that I was only 3 hours away from my aunt Laura's house.
Laura was what you would call an happy accident and therefore, she was 10 years younger than my dad. I remember her wedding and how intrigued I was with Eric, my future uncle. Eric Biman had thick black spiky hair and blue eyes. Tall, slim and very friendly with an tight firm ass. Eric, the hunk in a tux, captivated an 8 year old boy and steered me to the road on which I now travel. It has been many years since I saw Eric and Laura and I felt obligated to at least drop by.
After wolfing down my food, I used the pay phone to call home and check in with the parents. My mom gave me Laura's number, and told me to call her, letting her know I would be visiting.
I called collect and got a hold of Laura. As we talked I noticed a large attractive trucker staring at me. I winked at him and and he smiled back. I informed Laura that a possible ride was already in the works.
Using my irresistible charm and hot body, I quickly found my self talking with the trucker and in turn learned he was heading west. It took the promise of a 60 mph on the road blowjob to convince the trucker to give me a ride all the way to my aunt's front door.
Hours later and three loads of steamy trucker cum ejected and swallowed, I was ringing the bell at Laura and Eric's beautifully maintained house. Eric Biman opened the door and I was shocked to see that my uncle was even hotter than I remember. His hair was shorter and his body was more muscular. However, his blue eyes were just as sparkling, and his friendly demeanor was in full force as he invited me into the house.
Eric and Laura made me feel more than welcome, and implored that I stay as long as I wanted. In fact, Eric insisted that I join him and his buddy, Walleye on a camping trip this weekend.
"The Pathfinder dam is only an hour away and provides some excellent fishing" Eric proclaimed.
I could have cared less about catching fish, but camping or going anywhere with Eric was a dream come true and I eagerly excepted his invitation.
The days prior to the weekend, allowed me to catch up with Laura and survey the breathtaking scenery around the town of Casper. When I asked Laura why she wasn't going camping with us, her response was purely feminine.
"Dead fish, mosquitoes, wild animals, no thank you. When Eric and Walleye go camping, I call my girlfriends and we pamper ourselves with a visit to a local spa. Massages, facial treatments, 4 star hotel, now that's my idea of camping."
Before I knew it, Friday morning had arrived. Eric had loaded his truck the night before and after a hearty breakfast, we were on our way. The first stop was to pick up Walleye and I was little apprehensive. The name alone conjured up thoughts of a guy with a thin face and massive lips that moved from side to side instead of up and down.
When Walleye stepped out of his house, I was blown away. Eric's buddy was uniquely attractive. Shaven head and neatly trimmed goatee enhanced his deep set blue eyes and round jowls. Nicely built, which a burly chest and thick, muscular arms. As we drove to the campsite, I had to ask.
"Why do they call you Walleye"
Eric's friend turned to me and winked.
"Out of all the fish in the lake, I only net the walleye because they are the best for eating".
"There's more to it than that! Tell him." Eric insisted.
"My is Walter Lyndon Dremieyes. The nickname is the shorter version of my name, according to my brother, who started calling me that when I was 10." he admitted.
As I sat between these two hunks, I couldn't help but occasionally sneak a peek at the mounds between their legs and what juicy contents were within.
I liked Walt, he was full of energy, telling me stories about him and Eric the entire trip. The campsite was totally isolated, nestled in a grove of trees and near the edge of the lake. After we set up the tents, the rest of the day was spent angling for our dinner.
Eric cooked our catch and that night, we sat around the fire and drank beer. Then something unexpected happened. Every time Eric was distracted, Walt would press his foot against mine. At first I thought the contact was accidental, however, Walt continued the cryptic foot communication. Was this Walt's attempt of seduction, like a rubbing of my leg underneath a table.
I decided to take the chance and pressed my foot onto his foot. We both looked at each other intently, and I knew that Walleye was bobbing his bait in front of me, hoping I'll bite. Walleye apparently was into men, but wanted that fact hidden from Eric. Our bait and tackle continued on through the night, every time Eric wasn't looking..
When it was time to retire, Walt announced that he had to take a leek. As he walked away, he turned to me and jerked his head slightly, telling me to follow him. I lied to Eric and said I wasn't tired and I was going to stay up awhile and tend the fire. Once Eric slid into his tent, I slowly made my way into the woods looking for Walleye.
I found Eric's friend, next to a large tree. His cock was already exposed and Walter was stroking the 7 inch shaft. I kneeled on the forest floor, implanted my mouth around his swelling knob and began a nearly silent blowjob . Walt exhaled a whispered groan as my full lips slid up and down upon his swollen boner. I grabbed Walt's balls and massaged them with my hand.
Silently I serviced and relished Walt's hard member, trying not to alert Eric of our activity.
Soon, Walt grabbed my head and held it still while he ejaculated his warm spunk into my throat. Not wanting Eric to become suspicious, Walt headed back to camp and disappeared into the tent that he shared with Eric.
I retreated to my small single pup tent and fell asleep with a big smile on my face.
The next day was clear and sunny, and I was eager to continue my secret sexual meetings with Walt. Every opportunity to be alone with Walt was fully exploited and usually short lived. However, that night brought an unexpected situation. Eric, who had consumed much beer, decided to crash in the smaller pup tent, leaving the larger canvas to be occupied by Walt and I . As soon as Eric was asleep. Walt and I entered the tent, ignited a lamp and unzipped the sleeping bags, creating a soft makeshift mattress. Walt helped me undress and I returned the favor. Walleye's clean smooth muscular body was adorned with a strikingly sharp tattoo on his right arm and shoulder. Tiny brown fuzz was localized to Walt's chest and above his hairless cock and balls. A silver cock ring was worn around his scrotum and his already erect cock. Once our clothes were discarded into a pile in the corner of the tent, we laid on the sleeping bags in a sixty nine position. Both of us eagerly began to suck furiously on a hardened cock. Our moans increased in intensity as hands and tongues entered the mix. Walt was exploring my ass and bunghole, while I licked and cleaned my partners balls and shaft. I felt that Walt was anxious to expand the options of our action, because he was curiously stimulating my anus with his fingers.
"You want to fuck me, Walt" I asked.
"I've been wanting to poke your hole since I first laid eyes on those tight cheeks." Walleye replied.
"Well, I think we should explore that avenue" I suggested.
I rolled onto my back and volunteered my ass to Walter, who was delighted by the prospect of fucking his buddy's nephew. Walt set my legs onto his shoulders and thrust his horny dripping prick into my wet hole. Every inch of Walt's meat was driven deep into my canal with earnest and commitment. Our moans of pleasure began to get louder as the heat of the action increased.
Walt closed his eyes and dipped his head back while he pounded me hard. I was beating my cock in unison to Walt's tempo, our bodies jerked together like a fine oiled machine. At the height of our love making, I heard the sound of a large zipper and the rustle of canvas.
"Holy crap. I thought there was a wild animal in here" Eric asked in a half awake state of mind. Walt and I unhinged our bodies and sat naked on the sleeping bags.
"Somebody want to explain what's going on," Eric asked.
Being the smartass that I am, I spoke.
"Eric, There was a bear in the tent" pointing to Walter, "and I was trying to fight it off."
Eric's tone relaxed and he even started to laugh.
"Then why are you naked?" Eric asked, then raised his eyebrows.
"Looks to me like the bear was fucking you" Eric continued.
"Do you like to have your ass fucked, Jon? I mean, what I need to know is, was this activity consensual. " Eric continued the questions.
I nodded yes.
"Walt, How could you take advantage of my nephew." Eric pressed his buddy for answers.
"Well, I guess this is as good a place as any to come clean. There's something you need to know, Eric. It doesn't matter to me who I have sex with, as long as that man or woman are willing" Walt said.
"Are you mad at me, uncle Eric" I interceded.
"Dam right I'm mad." Eric paused, then continued.
"Mad about all the hot sex I missed out on!"
Now it was time for Eric to explain.
"I have known you for ten years, Walt. Each time we came to this fishing spot, I swore I was going to tell you that I was bisexual, but I figured if I did, my friendship with you would be over, and I didn't want that to happen, man."
"Go figure Eric, and I just assumed that being a married guy, you would be only interested in heterosexual sex, so I never brought it up." Walt divulged
"Sounds like our camping trips are going to be a lot more fun from now on" Walleye says to Eric.
"What do you guys say we finish this camping trip first" I demanded.
Both men agreed with a smile and a nod. Walt and I helped Eric strip off his clothes. I finally got to see my uncle in all his glory, and God bless America was he beautiful. Eric's chest and abdomen was completely smooth and reminded me of the torso from the statue David. I say that because unlike the statue, Eric had a huge chunk of man meat dangling underneath a dark black forest of pubic hair, and two large egg sized balls. Like a mature redwood growing out of the mineral rich soil, Eric's cock was as hard as a tree limb and just as thick.
Eric lay on his back and I was on all fours as Walt returned to where he left off. Eric's legs were directly underneath me, allowing my uncle starved mouth to be directly on top of his towering spire. I slowly lowered my mouth onto the horse sized dick of my uncle and savored the sweet taste of relative flesh. Eric began to whine the second my warm oral opening covered his oozing prick. My hands flowed upward until I reached Eric's steel hard nipples. I pinched and tweaked Eric's man nips while I continued to supply him with professional organ stimulation.
I believe Walt was so turned on from watching the blowjob in front of him, that he grunted loudly with each thrust until he expelled his warm salty contents into my ass. After which, he crawled underneath me, took my manhood into his mouth and sucked my hard dick like a vacuum.
Eric took this opportunity to take Walt's place. Even though I was bummed about not being able to feast on my uncle's thick edible salami, I was eager to feel his pole stretching my anal lips. I backed up and had Walt reinsert his stick into my empty mouth
Eric got behind me and grabbed my hips. The initial penetration of Eric's cock sent a wave of sexual adrenaline through my body as I felt my uncle's flesh sliding into my hole. I didn't know if that surge was from the fact that our action was taboo or from the thickness of Eric's monumental endowment. Either way, my sex drive exploded and I focused that energy onto Walt's throbbing member. Again, my efforts were rewarded with an explosion of hot cum being fired down my throat. Walt was exhausted and decided to sit and watch as Eric plowed my anal entrance. Soon Eric laid on the floor while I squatted my ass down on his rod and lifted my body up and down on Eric's enticing instrument. Eric and I looked at each other, both of which displayed intense emotions of pleasure. The action continued with me on my back, while Eric spread my legs and pumped my hole like an automobile piston.
As before I grabbed my stiffy and stroked it to the rhythm of Eric's thrusts.
Soon Eric was grunting like a bear as he fucked my hole faster and deeper. He eventually let out a howl and purged his hot manly milk down into the deepest confines of my crack. Upon witnessing Eric's orgasm, I too emptied my seed onto my chest.
By now our bodies were sticky and sweaty, I suggested a dip in the lake to wash off and cool down. Once we were clean and energized, the naked frenzy continued as we devoured every extension and penetrated every orifice. I particularly enjoyed fucking my uncle in the ass and driving him into a sexual delirium of pleasure until he creamed his own load all over his face.
I was extremely turned on when I watched Eric and his buddy Walleye finally admit their attraction and consummate their fantasies in a naked free for all.
The weekend was over, our trio headed back to civilization, but the excitement and the overall male libido did not stop there. Eric and I would come up with an excuse to leave the house and we would hightail it over to Walter's house for some man on man wet dick slurping and pink hole stretching.
Laura was completely oblivious to our secret, in fact every time she was absent, I could not resist blowing Eric's fine hard cock. Generally Eric would be the one who informed me that the coast was clear by dangling his dripping man meat in front of me and telling me that it was "dinner time". I would practically rip his clothes off and suck his mega dick wherever I happen to be. One time I drank Eric's cum in the garage while Laura was in the house. I could not get enough of Eric's tasty equipment, and I concluded that eventually our desires would cause us to get caught. I told Eric my theory, as he was servicing my erect slippery meat and after swallowing my hot load, he agreed with me.
I informed Laura that I had overstayed my welcome and it was time to move on. Had a great time, but I wanted to see more sites before the summer was over. Eric and Laura gave me a lift to the town of Rawlins and hug goodbye. I told Laura to call my mom and let her know I was all right. I told Eric to give my best to Walter. My best oral skills, was what I meant, because I knew that Eric and Walleye would go "camping" a lot more from now on. The look on Eric's face revealed someone who was going to miss the secret fun we had, and I shared his sentiment.
Interstate 80 was under my feet as I walked along side the busy highway, my arm extended outward, my fist closed and my thumb pointing west. The past week was unbelievably delicious and I wondered if the next encounter would be as exciting as I continued my cross country adventure...

 

[BuckRogers]

Austin Humpsright II

Boise Humpsright

Miquel Dezires

Adrian Dezires


While thumbing for a lift in Wyoming, I was picked up by a young couple from Idaho. Jenny and Tony had been married for 3 years and were on their way back home from visiting relatives in South Dakota. I believe Jenny was attracted to me because she engaged me in conversation the whole time I was in the car. Tony, however, was a little intimidated and perhaps jealous of my pearly white smile, short silky brown hair, and twinkling green emerald eyes. Jenny was all for helping people in need, while Tony pretty much did as he was told. The couple dropped me off near the town of Twin Falls, in an area near the interstate that had a cluster of gas stations, fast food restaurants and hotels. It was mid afternoon, so I got something to eat, emptied my bowels and got back on the interstate.
Within minutes, the tight jeans, which hugged my firm ass, attracted another vehicle. A green Ford truck, hauling an enclosed trailer, slowed down and stopped in front of me. As I hurried to the truck, I noticed the trailer contained several large Holstein cows, which was evident by the pungent order.
I opened the passenger door of the truck. The first thing I noticed was the white ten gallon cowboy hat, the ivory white dress shirt bulging with muscles and tight blue jeans.
"Howdy" the driver said.
"Need a lift , young man? he asked.
"Yeah, thanks" I responded as I threw my backpack in the truck bed and stepped up into the seat. The truck drove back onto the highway and soon introductions were administered.
"What's your name boy?" the driver spoke first.
"Jon Parker" I responded.
"I'm Austin Humpsright II" the driver announced.
Without much effort on my part, Austin then gave me a short summary of his life.
"I suppose you want to know why a man from Idaho is named Austin. My daddy was from Texas and my mother from Idaho. The kids they bore were named after towns in Texas. I have a brother named Dallas and a sister named Abilene. Grew up on a large farm milking cows, breaking horses and working from sun up to sun down. It's all I know. When my parents retired, my brother took over my dads farm and I took over the farm owned by my mother's parents. Got married to a gal I got pregnant in high school, but she couldn't handle the country life. She split after 2 years, leaving me with the kid."
While Austin entertained me with his story, I was noticing how hot this cowboy was. Austin, who was in his mid forties, had a neatly trimmed beard and mustache, shimmering hazel eyes, and a package so big I thought the seams of his jeans were going to rip open at any moment. The rolled up sleeves of the dress shirt he wore showed thick muscular tanned arms.
"Now it's just me, my son and a couple of ranch hands." Austin continued on.
After about an hour of playful banter, Austin suddenly got very nostalgic and serious.
"Let me tell ya, young buck. There ain't nothing that beats a long horse ride, a crackling fire and a beautiful starry night. No one around for miles, cept the coyotes.
That's something everyone should experience at least once in their life. Wadda say Jon! You interested in checking out what a real cowboy's life is like?"
Since Austin had not revealed his sexuality, I was unsure of whether this was going to be the hottest sexual experience ever or just a platonic life lesson.
"Sounds great! But I have never ridden a horse before" I reluctantly said.
"Don't sweat it, my horses practically drive themselves" Austin declared.
After leaving the highway, Austin soon turned onto a gravel road and drove under an iron arch which bore the name A & B Ranch. The road continued for another ten miles before we pulled up to the farm, which consisted of a house, a large barn and about 10 other various building structures. After helping Austin unload the bovine into a pen, we headed for the house, where I met Austin's son.
"Jon, I want you to meet my boy, Boise" Austin said proudly.
Boise was probably around 25 years old, his body, which was the product of a lifetime of heavy labor, had mature definition and form. Boise's face was a younger version of his old man's, strong and handsome. The young man radiated sexuality, with intense brown eyes, short black hair and friendly smile.. The bulge Boise was sporting was also straining the very fibers of his jeans.
"Hey! Boise" I said, as I shook the boy's hand and stared into his beautiful twinkling eyes.
"Where did he come from" Boise asked.
"I picked him up on the highway, and I thought he needed some good old country fun." Austin explained.
Boise checked me out from head to toe, then nodded his approval.
"Boise, why don't you show Jon around, while I get dinner ready" Austin suggested.
Outside the house, Boise invited me to join him on a three wheeled vehicle. As he drove us around the farm, Boise was the ultimate tour guide, stopping occasionally to explain the purpose of every building and machinery. Our last stop was the large barn. I followed Boise into the huge structure for what I assumed would be a field trip. Boise lead me to a section of the building filled with bales of hay.
Suddenly, Boise was all over me. The young stud grabbed my mound with his strong hand and pressed his full sensual lips against mine. At first I was shocked by Boise's aggressive straight forward approach, and for a brief moment I considered that maybe I should stop his advances, but his tongue, which quickly entered my mouth was so dam delicious, I found myself actively reciprocating. I wrapped my hands around Boise and grabbed his tender young ass. Boise put his hands on the sides of my head and fucked my mouth with his wildly flexible tongue. Boise's thirst for sex was in overdrive as he quickly dropped to his knees,
"Let's see what Daddy brought me" Boise asked with anticipation.
By now my cock was fully engorged and straining to be released, which is exactly what Boise did.
"Daddy sure does know how to pick em. Look at the size of this one!" the boy stated right before my dick was fully engulfed into his eager mouth.
There was no stopping this little cock hound, who sucked my dick out of pure pleasure. Boise's natural talent of blowing dick was a combination of instinct and more than likely, experience. Either way, Boise was exhuming the cum right out of my balls with his unorthodox method of rapid deep throat penetration. Having this minor go down on my throbbing meat like a veteran was uniquely stimulating and hot as hell. It didn't take long for my loins to start bubbling from the heat of this lad's actions and then suddenly I was depleting my man juice into Boise's throat. The teenager continued the suction on my thrusting cock until I was completely drained of cum. I was about to return the favor when Boise informed me that it was dinner time and his father would be waiting for them.
It was at the large kitchen table that I met the two ranch hands, Miguel and Adrian Dezires. The Latino pair were about the same age, around 30, with very similar looks. Dark hair and eyes, the only difference between the two men was that Miquel had a horse shoe mustache, fine straight hair and a colored tattoo, while Adrian was clean shaven and had thick full hair, parted in the middle. I was particularly amazed by the huge arms and tight buns the two men displayed. Obviously, long hours of manual labor had created their perfectly buff bodies. Even though Adrian radiated a sexual aura because of his slightly more attractive facial features, I noticed that Miguel's package was by far larger than Adrian's.
Dinner consisted of steak and eggs with conversation that was mostly contrived of the daily functions of the ranch.
Being early risers, the group retired for the night, each to their separate quarters. I was not sleepy and decided to take a walk. I wanted to wind down, for my thoughts were still reflecting the sight of Boise's succulent lips stimulating my sensitive stiffy. As I strolled the grounds, I detected the small orange glow of a cigarette. Maybe by chance or more than likely by design, I inadvertently made my way to the building that Boise had revealed to be the staff's residence.
Outside the building, Miguel leaned against the wall, a cigarette dangled between his fingers.
"Senor Parker. What are you doing here" Miguel inquired.
"I couldn't sleep, restless. Needed a break" I answered.
"Work hard, sleep good" Miguel summarized.
"That's good advice," I stated.
"I have task for you, to help you sleep" Miguel continued.
The buff Latino flicked his cigarette away and
grabbed his crotch.
I placed my hand on top of his and together we massaged Miquel's throbbing mound.
"You are very eager, Jon! Miquel proclaimed then used his pointer finger to invite me into the building.
Once I was inside, Adrian entered the living area, his eyes widened with interest as he realized my presence and the potential ramifications.
After taking off his cowboy boots, Miguel steps up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders, pushing downward, until I am facing his bulging crotch.
While on my knees I began to undo Miguel's silver belt buckle, which had an engraved picture of an eagle pouncing on a salmon. The zipper lowered, I slowly removed Miguel's jeans. The sexy Latino wore black underwear, which barely held an already hardening cock. Miguel was already removing his shirt and revealing his very hairy sculptured abs and stomach. When Miguel's last stitch of clothing was thrown about, except for his hat, I took a moment to look at the hot Latino stud, before my mouth was stuffed full with Miguel's massive deeply tanned pole. I could hear the sound of Adrian's boots hitting the wooden floor while I sucked on Miguel's hard dick and soon my ass was lifted up and positioned by Adrian's hands. Adrian quickly discarded my clothes and began to rim my ass with his tongue. My cock was aching from the prospect of being the white meat between two slices of pumpernickel bread.
Miguel reached up, interlocked his fingers behind his head and began to thrust his pelvis back and forth, fucking my throat with all seven inches of his interracial boner.
After Adrian finished cleaning my hole with his wet tongue, I felt him grab my waist, then my ass lips began to widen to accommodate the intrusion of Adrian's long shaft, which sent me into a sexually heightened state of mind. Miguel's tasty endowment was the main appetizer of this three course meal, and Adrian's pumping rod was the dessert. After some time, the two men spoke to each other in Spanish, and quickly they traded positions. Adrian grabbed my head and slipped his enchilada into my already stretched lips. This position allowed me to see that Adrian's body was almost smooth. As I sucked on Adrian's manhood, I grunted out loud as Miguel plummeted his mammoth burrito into the gap between my cheeks.
Miguel was expanding my bung hole to the limits as he began his journey into the depths of my tunnel. From that point on, each of Miguel's thrusts was followed by a loud moan from my cock filled mouth, as his sizable man flesh slid in and out of my gaping anus. The two horny Latino studs fucked me top to bottom, then I heard Adrian moaning, followed by the release of emission flowing down my throat and I swallowed Adrian's milky load.
Miguel had the stamina of a bull, but eventually his pounding increased and soon I felt a hot mega orgasm shoot into my back door.
After a short break, the action resumed with even more intensity, as several positions were explored and furniture was utilized. My cock easily evicted my cum as I fucked Adrian's tight pooper on top of the coffee table while watching him go down on Miguel's prominent dick. We finished off with Adrian and I plugging Miquel's hole with both of our cocks at the same time. When I opened the door to leave, I looked back and saw the naked forms of Miguel and Adrian, each of which had a huge smile on their face. I promised that I would stop by again for a repeat performance.
I was allowed to sleep late the next morning. When I finally caught up with Austin, he asked me if I was ready to ride a horse and experience a mind altering experience.
"I thought I did that last night" I quirked.
"Yeah, Couldn't get a lick of work out of them today!" Austin stated.
"Get yourself ready cause we leave in an hour" he continued.
At noon, the three of us headed out, Boise in the lead on a white and black Palomino, and Austin and I rode brown quarter horses.
The scenery was incredible and the weather was comfortable. Hours later we stopped at small creek and unloaded the gear. By the time the sun set, a roaring fire was ablaze and our bellies were full of beef stew and biscuits. We sat around the fire, with a sparkling dark sky above us. Austin went over to check on the horses.
Quicker than a jackrabbit, Boise stood up and began to remove his clothes, he turned to me and said to me in a whisper.
"I think you owe me , Jon!"
I got on my knees and a naked Boise stepped up to me and shoved his dick into my mouth, which I thoroughly accepted and wanted. I grabbed Boise's hairless balls and squeezed them while I feasted on his young mound of flesh. Soon I was sucking in tandem with Boise's pelvic thrusts, causing the youthful boy's cock to harden like steel, reaching a length of seven inches.
Then Boise grabbed my head and fucked my mouth hole with zeal. Over taken by an intoxication of oral lust, the teenager yelped like a coyote as he pumped my throat full of his adolescent white cream. From a distance I heard Austin howl back to his son. Immediately after ejaculation, Boise withdrew his spent cock and began to heatedly remove my clothes. Once I was without attire and on all fours, the youngster crawled underneath me and swallowed my erect dick, eagerly trying to siphon my manly cum juice.
"Damn! That boy is always horny" Austin bellowed.
"He must get it from me" he continued on as he began to shed his work clothes. "I'd a thought Miguel and Adrian would be enough to satisfy his non stop urges, but my son insists on occasion, that I bring in some fresh meat." Austin announces.
Austin discards his outfit and I finally get to see the muscular hairy bear in all his glory. Austin's pole was as big as a bull's and I yearned to feel that naked organ slide into my anal opening.
"Look around you, Jon. This is the perfect location, cause when I fuck you with my dick, your gonna want to scream." Austin says to me as he kneels on the ground and presents my overworked mouth with a country portion sized piece of meat. My lips spread wide as Austin's considerably thick ( yes, I have to say it ) bull dick descends into my throat. The intense sensation of Austin's beefy hardon sliding in and out of my gullet was incredibly powerful and unprecedented. The fact that Austin's son was sucking my knob simultaneously was overwhelmingly above and beyond anything I have every experienced.
At that moment, a wolf howls in the distance.
Austin mimics the wolf, yelping a high pitched call in return as he pumps his cock deep into my windpipe. Austin continues yowling with excitement, until my experienced lips and tongue force him to ejaculate his hot massive load down my esophagus. Swallowing large amounts of Austin's cum sent me over the edge and I couldn't help but shoot my spunk into Boise's young trachea.
The moon was full and bright, and our unrelenting appetite for sex was not yet satisfied. Austin was intent on fucking my available hole. The bulky cowboy puts his hands on my shoulders, bends me over and methodically wiggles his sausage into my crack, spreading the the hole wide until he pops the cherry, entering the canal.
I feel his thick cock rub and slide against the inside of my tunnel and I howl with delight. A wolf in the distance answers my call. I hear Austin grunt when Boise adds his car to the train, by inserting his hard young rod into his father's man hole. Like a locomotive, that starts out slow, Austin and Boise pump and thrust until the ass packing is running at full speed. Along with the wolfs, our loud moans pierce the night and convey our actions to what ever was listening. Soon Austin is filling my anus to capacity with hot cum. He withdraws his spent cock, then gets forced to the ground by his son Boise. Austin rolls onto his back, spreads his legs and allows Boise to continue his penal attack on his dad's forbidden furrow. Now it was my turn to introduce my wet and pulsating wrangler to Austin's virgin mouth. I kneel over Austin's torso and guide his head to my organ and begin to gyrate my pelvis with zeal. Austin's mustache tickled my shaft, making every movement incredibly stimulating. As I fucked the dad's mouth, his son was unloading his young spunk into the opposite end. This event seemed to inspire Austin and he aggressively started to exhume the semen from my balls using his warm vocal opening. Almost instantly I expelled my manly contents into this mature cowboy's throat, shooting load after load of hot cum.
As the moon illuminated our sweat stained bodies, we shouted and howled the night away, as we devoured throbbing dick and fulfilled every incestual sexual desire.
After roughly two hours of sleep, we rode back to the A & B Ranch. Austin and Boise still had chores to accomplish, while I collapsed on the couch and drifted off to sleep, knowing that later that night I would be visiting the two hot Latino ranch hands, Miguel and Adrian.
Austin was right on the money when he said that Boise's libido was unending, for hours later I awoke to the young boy sucking on my cock. He worked my dick like an ice cream cone and in no time at all, I was awarding Boise with my hot seed. I always repay my debts, with interest. Boise was paid with a pink flexible hole, which he opened wide with his youthful endowment. Boise fucked my ass like a young bull and exploded his barely mature essence between my buttocks. The rest of the day I was continually cornered by Boise, who would immediately initiate some sort of sexual act.
It would be the first time I had ever had sex on a tractor, in a wheat field and inside a half empty corn silo, all in one day.
That night I made my way to the staff''s residence, to keep my promise of a return visit. I lightly knocked on the door. Miguel opened the door and gave me a big smile, for he knew why I was there. I entered the building and received a shock, when I realized I had been set up. Sitting in the living room was Adrian, who stood up to greet me. At the kitchen table was Austin and of course the ever horny Boise. Obviously, the Latino ranch hands had informed their boss of my nightly ritual and Austin decided to exploit the opportunity. All four men approached me and stripped the clothes from my body. The four men then used their hands to explore my body and remove their attire as well. After much kissing and playful touching, the five of us were soon sporting boners. I was about to participate in an orgy of hot gorgeous men and the prospect would forever be remembered. The living room became a tangle of sweaty nude bodies, thrusting and rotating in a conglomeration of sexual frenzy. Tongues were licking, mouths were infiltrated, and ass cracks were constantly penetrated, as me and the residents of the A & B ranch indulged in a night of raw, hardcore fornication.
I awoke to a rooster's crow, with Miquel's limp cock nestled against my ass and my hand resting on Boise's adolescent dick. The group of men stirred and prepared for a long hard day of work.
I stayed on the ranch for a week, much to the delight of Boise, who of course was always in the mood to receive or give oral pleasures. I always joined the Latino ranch hands for a nightly gang bang, occasionally joined by Boise, who apparently could never get enough. If Austin ever caught Boise and I performing coitus, he would quickly undress and join us.
Austin had to deliver a horse to a farm in Oregon, and I insisted that I come along, to continue my trip. I promised Boise I would try to visit, but I don't think he believed me.
Once on the road, I couldn't resist the temptation of tasting Austin's massive bull cock, one more time. I leaned in and orally satisfied my big daddy, as payment for his help and generosity. He dropped me off in the town of Burns, which is the next stop in my cross country adventure....

 

[BuckRogers]

Carson Pipeking

Randy Richnhung III

Austin, the sexy well endowed rancher, had just dropped me off in the town of Burns, Oregon and I found myself walking through a residential area towards the highway. As I trotted down the sidewalk, passing houses of modest form, I spied a man exit a home and head towards a truck bearing his vocation. Pipeking Plumbing was proudly written on the panels of the truck. Obviously the man knew much about pipes and tubes, so I decided to cross the street and get a closer look at this guy. What I noticed right away was the bulky muscular form and attractive face, which donned a thick mustache. I guessed him to be in his late thirties or early forties, wearing blue jeans, blue hat, blue and white patterned work shirt and rubber boots, all of which looked worse for wear. Uninterested dark hazel eyes stared at me, as I forced myself to stop checking out the plumber's tented mound and finally force myself to strike up a conversation.
"Hi" I said, giving him my biggest pearly white smile.
"Hey" the plumber replied.
"Jon Parker. I'm back packing across the country. I told my folks the trip would be a learning experience, maybe help me discovery what I want to do. Mind if I ask you a few questions about plumbing" I said to the man.
"I guess so, but make it quick. I have another job I have to go to" he replied.
At first I made logical inquires about the salary, the education and the benefits of a plumber, which the man answered truthfully. Now, I was about to learn the truth.
"Based on your occupation, a good looking guy like yourself, must have a lot of lonely housewives throwing themselves at you, is that fact or just fiction." I blurted out.
The plumber stopped in his tracks and stared at me, as if he was unable to believe the words that came out of my mouth. Then he smiled, chuckled and responded.
"Well, Jon Parker, I'm Carson Pipeking, owner if this company. Because of your sincere interest in the plumbing business, I will answer your question to the best of my ability.
Many times I have been propositioned. At first I found the advances flattering, because my wife was putting out every night. Currently, though, I would be lucky if I get it once a month. The kids keep her busy and she is usually to tired for sex. I have been jacking off so much lately, I have been tempted to stray. If I was single, the allegations of my occupations may be true.
It may interest you to know that on occasion, I have been hounded by same sex clients.
As a matter of fact, Jon. Maybe you could help me out. I am on my way to my next job. The homeowner's son is a sexually aggressive brat, who's infatuated with me. Would you be willing to accompany me, pretend to be my apprentice, distract him so I can complete the job. In a way, your agreement to do this could be considered a hands on experience, which may finally answer your question on plumbing as an eventual career."
Even though Carson was married. I felt the circumstance of Carson's current marital sexual situation may yield certain rewards and therefore I agreed to go with him.
Soon we were parked in front of a three story colonial brick house. Carson gathered his tools and we rang the bell.
I donned an instant hard on when a twenty one year old boy opened the door and gave Carson and I an overly warm welcome, and looked at us as if the waiter had delivered his food order. The boy gestured us to enter.
Carson quickly introduced me to Randy Richnhung III and then made a hasty retreat to the basement to work on the plumbing.
Randy escorted me to the living room, offered me refreshments, then sat next to me on the couch.
"How long have you been Carson's assistant" the boy asked, as his lustful blue eyes glared at me.
"To be honest, this is my first day, Mr. Richinhung" I joked.
"Call me Randy" the youth insisted.
The boy's personality was a carnal whirlwind with no end in sight as he innocently touched me and made continual eye contact.
Randy, had short blonde hair, and light blue eyes, which only enhanced the creamy color of his skin. His body was just starting to mature, in muscle and form, yet his package was fairly sizable.
It was apparent that Randy and I were both in tune to the sexual tension building up between us, but I wanted to be sure everything was clear before I made a move. I searched the area for innocent bystanders.
Sensing my resistance, Randy suddenly blurted out.
"My parents are away a lot, right now they are in Monte Carlo and they trust me to be alone in the house."
Randy continued without further incentive.
"Three weeks ago, I had a clogged drain and called Pipeking Plumbing. That's when I saw Carson, isn't he rugged and raw!. I swear, he can fix my plumbing anytime he wants. He keeps saying he's married but I was hoping we could have a little fun, despite that minor inconvenience. This is my third plumbing emergency.
Although I have to say, Jon. You are a very hot plumber's assistant."
"Your very forth right aren't you, Randy? I commented.
"I learned early on that people tend to keep their feelings hidden, where as I believe in speaking the truth. Sometimes it gets me in trouble and sometimes I get rewarded" Randy admitted, then placed his hand on my thigh and began to rub my leg.
"Tell me Jon. Are you going to be trouble, or am I about to be rewarded?"
I think I was the lucky one. Here was this hot young man coming on to me and he wants to know if I am willing, Dam right I am.
As soon as I placed Randy's hand onto the protrusion tenting in my shorts, the young man leaned in and kissed me, parting my lips with his young tongue. Once our slippery wet flesh touched, Randy's libido exploded and he jammed his tongue deep into my throat, forcing it down into my esophagus. Randy's hand is frantically searching a way to release my hard meat. Anticipation causes Randy to reposition his body and use both hands to literally tear my shorts off. Once my cock was exposed, Randy removes his mouth from my face and goes down on my swelling shaft. The young boy's demeanor was very urgent, as he sucked on my pole while undressing me and himself at the same time. Randy eagerly wanted our bodies to be naked, and succumb to the pleasures that only two men can enjoy. Soon Randy and I were laying opposite of each other on the couch. Both of us sucking the others throbbing member and exploring naked skin. I taste Randy's sweet thick seven inch cock, while he deep throats my pulsating erection.
Soon I invade Randy's pink hole, stretching the lips with my hands and finally inserting my fingers deep into his canal. Nothing beats the feeling I get when I get my dick sucked while feasting on a succulent piece of thick salami at the same time.
"Yeah, Jon. Your fingers feels great in my hole . I want you to fuck me" Randy announces, then bends his smooth muscular body over the couch and spreads his legs apart. I stand up and grab Randy's waist. My dripping dick is rammed into the boys ass with force, because I felt Randy wanted it done that way. Randy howled with pleasure as my thick nine inch boner slides deep into the boy's back end.
Randy is voicing his immense satisfaction with my equipment and my unique sexual techniques. Plumbers aren't the only ones who can unclog a drain using a long snake.
"Wow, Jon. You got a hot dick. Fuck me with your big hot dick, Jon." Randy was practically yelling.
"You fuck my hole, Jon. Fuck me hard. Pound my ass with your fat meat. I wanna feel your hard wood come outta my mouth, Jon."
"Ooooohhh, god Jon. Stretch my crack. Drill my hole, faster."
"Fuck me Jon, fuck me"
While I was pumping my manhood in and out of this young man's pooper, I noticed Carson standing in the doorway, watching us. The plumber's hand was actively massaging his own bulge. It was then I discovered Randy's well thought out plan. I believe Randy lured Carson into the room with his loud verbal rantings. Any red blooded American man would actively seek out sexual noises with the intention of watching the exploits of other people just out of curiosity.
I assumed that Carson's actions were a sign that he was debating on if he should join in or not. However, I didn't want to scare him away either. Some guys just like to watch.
Randy then brought his head up and saw the plumber standing in front of him. Randy's bold antics had prevailed and the ultimate goal was within his reach, as he spouted out his sexual desires.
"Come on Carson, whip that dick out and stroke it. I wanna watch you beat off while I get fucked by your apprentice"
Carson bit his lip with hesitation but then he freed his already hard cock and vigorously began to stroke the veiny eight incher. As Carson stood in the doorway pumping his cock, Randy licked his lips and slightly opened his mouth, hoping to entice Carson's desire for a blowjob. Suddenly, Carson's itch was to strong to ignore and he hesitantly walked up to Randy and placed his edible pole in front of the horny young boy's lips.
Apparently, Carson's libido could not resist the hot naked action placed before his eyes and he eagerly succumb to the temptation of getting his tool sucked after such a long drought. Carson's uncut tool was instantly inhaled by Randy's salivating mouth.
"Holy crap" Carson exhumed out loud as he arched his head backwards and savored the boy's oral excursion. Quickly, Carson was removing his clothing and joining the motion of our thrusting and jerking bodies. The young lad latched onto Carson's staff and sucked the shaft like a chocolate malt on a sunny day. Randy's fantasy was in full force. He was orally tasting his dreamboat plumber's boner and Randy was going to totally savor every inch of hard naked man flesh.
Randy reached around and grabbed Carson's tight ass cheeks and forced Carson's delicious cock further down his windpipe.
As I fucked Randy, I also got to look on as my handsome and hairy plumber plunged his pipe in and out of Randy's deep throat, making the cum in my balls explode. Hot streams of semen purged from my organ and discharged into Randy's sweet cavity. After I withdrew my spent cock, Randy begged Carson to fuck him. As Carson walked around the couch, I positioned my body underneath Randy's midsection and engulfed the teenager's steel hard seven inch piss hole. Randy groaned out loud as the studly plumber mounted the youth and began to pound the adolescent hole with his engorged member. My mouth was supplied with Randy's ample meat and I relished the young man's smooth shaft. My hands grasped the juvenile's low hanging balls and I pulled on the hairless testicles.
Carson fucked like an animal in heat, pounding the young man's hole like a jackhammer. Obviously, Carson was extremely horny, and was taking this opportunity to gorge himself on this sexual free for all. So it didn't take long for the plumber to burst his pipes and drain his cream into Randy's ass. As if on cue, Randy donated a steady stream of raw tender cum into my throat, which I willingly consumed.
The backyard swimming pool allowed us to cool off and begin another session of unbridled sex.
At the shallow end of the pool, Carson was fucking my ass with his rock hard boner and Randy was standing behind him. The youngling had his arms around Carson's chest and was tweaking the plumber's erect nipples. Randy was also rubbing his young cock against Carson's butt.
"You want me to fuck you, plumber man" Randy whispered into Carson's ear.
"I've never done that before" Carson responded.
"I'll go slow, I know you want to" Randy continued.
"It's gonna hurt" Carson expressed concern.
"Maybe a little bit, once I have my dick inside you, but I swear feeling you get will give you the most glorious sensations you have ever felt." Randy contrived.
Carson remembered the look on Randy's face when I was fucking him and he wanted that feeling.
"Okay, Randy. Fuck my hole. Keep in mind that I'm a virgin." Carson replied unsure of himself.
Randy could not believe this. His fantasy just exploded into an unbelievable mega fantasy with an assistant as a bonus. Randy slowly wriggled his adolescent cock into Carson's pink unsoiled hole. Carson yelled out from discomfort, but Randy continued forward by withdrawing and reinserting at a snail's pace until the entire length of his staff was penetrating Carson's cavity. Soon Carson's pain was replaced by sheer enjoyment as he experienced his first anal stimulation. Randy's momentum increased as Carson begged the young boy to fuck him harder. Since we were all connected, every time Randy thrust, Carson's cock was pushed deep into my back door.
By now Carson was howling with excitement as he danced on forbidden territory, and was loving every inch of Randy's young dick. Eventually, Carson cleaned my pipe with his hot creamy liquid, filling my insides with mega loads of ejaculated cum. Carson's orgasm allowed me to sit back and watch the action between the plumber and the young man. The smile on Randy's face told me that the teenager was totally absorbed in his efforts. Randy was honestly fucking his macho plumber in the ass, and never wanting it to end. Randy would slow down motion as he was about to climax, then slowly increase his pumping movements, making the action last as long as possible. Finally, Randy could not contain his urges and the young cocky minor shot loads of cum, like a cannon into Carson's maiden furrow.
Entirely exhausted and drained, the three of us retired to the bathroom shower to clean up. Carson, who had other appointments, quickly got dressed. The plumber thanked me for helping him out.
Carson winked at Randy and stated,
"I'll stop by tomorrow and you can fix my drain hole, again."
Dylan exited and Randy and I engaged in some soapy, slippery intercourse in the shower. I got dressed, said goodbye to my accommodating host and walked out the door.
Low and behold, the highway was only a couple of blocks away and I was on my way to the road of unimaginable cross country adventures...

 

[BuckRogers]

Hunter Cox

The white tank top I wore showed off my bulging biceps and made getting a ride easy for me. My boy next door looks was attracting the attention of every driver passing by. Fortunately, some of the cars had California plates and one of them stopped to pick me up. The vehicle was an orange mini van with several surf boards strapped to the top. I entered the van through the large side door and was instantly taken by the obvious homemade decor of the space. Carpeted floor, bean bag chair, wooden panels covering the sides, and a mirrored disco ball hung from the ceiling.
The driver introduced himself as Hunter Cox and the passenger said her name was Marion Culligan.
The cute couple were very friendly. Marion retreated to the back of the van and offered me a joint. As we passed the rolled dry plant, I got to know a little about the female travel companion. Marion was a typical teenager, with brown hair and green eyes, and a thin build. She exhumed a perky personality and was very curious, asking me questions about my life.
After we stopped for gas, I sat in front with Hunter while Marion slept in back. Hunter was probably around 23 years old, with thick silky blonde hair, parted in the middle. I saw the surfer's deep blue eyes twinkle before he covered them with dark sunglasses. Hunter had the most sensuous lips, and I wanted to kiss him so badly. Hunter's smile, which was probably even whiter than mine, gave him the appearance of an earthy angel. From what I could see, Hunter donned extremely tanned muscular arms, with a well defined chest. I could see Hunter's mound protruding from his cut off shorts and I imagined him to be well endowed. Not that Hunter's cock size mattered, since the fact was obvious, Hunter was straight and Marion was his girlfriend. Why was I thinking these dirty thoughts, which would not come to be.
My expectations escalated when I learned from Hunter that the two of them were on their way back from the wedding of a mutual friend, then he proceeded to tell me all the details.
Eventually we arrived in Salinas, where Marion was dropped off at her parents home.
"If you can drop me off near the highway that would be great" I told Hunter, assuming his destination was close by.
"I live in Santa Barbara, and would love the company, if your interested" Hunter said then raised both eyebrows. Spending some alone time with Hunter was a gift from the gods, even if nothing came of it. Since I was planning on visiting San Fransisco and dropping in on my cousin Kevin again, Hunter's suggestion was eagerly accepted.
As we headed down scenic highway one, I had an awesome view, no matter which way my head was turned. On the right was a serene body of blue ocean and on the left was the profile of Hunter's beautiful face.
After some extremely specific small talk, I learned that Hunter and Marion were both acquaintance's of the friend who got married. Marion basically needed a lift to the event and Hunter wanted some one to share the expense. Hunter was a typical surfer who lived alone in a "shack" next to the ocean. His grandmother left him a small trust fund, which allows him to pay all the bills, with a little extra.
'Oh, I thought you and Marion were a couple" I said, making Hunter laugh.
"You ever had sex with other guys, Jon" Hunter asked out of the blue.
"Is there any other kind of sex" I joked.
"The only reason I ask, is because I think your one hot fucking dude and I wouldn't mine having those sexy lips sucking on my dick" Hunter admitted.
"Only if I get to suck yours first" I confirmed his offer.
Since the van was driving near steep cliffs, Hunter did not want to engage in any sexual maneuvers that would distract him, but promised complete submission once we arrived at his home.
My cock pressed hard against my shorts the rest of the way, and finally we arrived at a mid sized structure, right next to the beach. Once inside the spacious abode, Hunter pulled out a packed pipe and offered me a hit. I declined the offer, knowing that it would delay the eventual ass fucking.
Hunter shed his cut off jeans, leaving a red swim suit, which he had underneath his shorts. The outline of his dick was clearly visible and offered me a hint of what was on the menu.
"Come here I want to show you something" Hunter said. We stepped out onto the porch area, looking out at the setting of the sun behind the aqua blue horizon.
Hunter turned to me and kissed me hard on the lips, our bodies were drawn together. Hunter placed his hands on the sides of my head as he forced my lips apart with his wet slippery tongue, while I placed my hands on Hunter's tight butt cheeks.
Hunter's tongue swirled and slid deep into my throat, trying frantically to reach my tonsils. The pressure I exerted on Hunter's butt, brought our horny bodies together and I felt the entire length of the surfer's hard member against my thigh.
My cock was aching to be released, I wanted to be naked. I pulled Hunter's shirt up and over his head, exposing the surfer's perfectly sculptured and tanned hairless torso. Hunter's nipples were erect and shaped like a pink pencil eraser. I leaned in and nibbled on one nipple then the other. Hunter took this opportunity to remove my clothes, revealing my muscular chest, six pack abs and fully erect throbbing dick.. As my thirst for bronze flesh increased, I grabbed the waist band of Hunter's shorts. As I licked my way down the surfer's smooth body, my fingers lowered Hunter's trunks. By the time I reached the midsection, Hunter's engorged man board was right in front of my hungry lips. Slowly I licked his almost seven inch cock like an ice cream cone, as my tongue slide around the purple head of Hunter's perfectly cut cock. Inch by tasty inch I savored Hunter's meat until my nose made contact with his blonde furry pubs.
Then I turned up the volume and began to suck the surfer's knob like a wolf devouring prey. As I pounded Hunter's pole, I reached my hand underneath the surfer's balls and inserted a finger into his anus. The blonde Californian shouted out his approval of my actions. Each thrust of Hunter's pelvis brought me a mouthful of tasty cock which I sucked on for a long time, while I continued to stimulate the young surfer's wet sensitive hole. Hunter mumbled soft moans of pleasure as my hot mouth, uninterrupted blowjob and piercing finger heated the cum in his low hanging balls.
Hunter arched his body and screamed
"Fuck Yeah, Jon. Keep going. Your gonna made me shoot. You ready to eat my load"
With that said, Hunter emitted a massive amount of warm salty spunk into my gullet. I gulped down the semen until the surfer's weapon was out of ammo. I licked his boner clean with my tongue, making sure every last drop of seed was consumed.
By now there was a twilight sky, and the beach was completely deserted. Hunter grabbed my equipment and lead me to the beach. The lover of waves, lowered our bodies to the sand and volunteered his tight hole for some hardcore ass fucking. By then I was more than willing to accommodate his request. Hunter lay on his back on the white sand, his physique was extremely enticing, and I knew this was going to be a fuck to remember. Here I was, completely naked, one the edge of one of the largest oceans in the world and I was about to engage in intercourse with a beautiful blonde surfer stud.
I wanted this moment to last forever.
I lifted Hunter's legs into the air, and bent them forward, then I leaned in. My tongue lightly began to swirl around the edges of Hunter's crack. Soon I was lapping the entire cavity and basin of Hunter's firm untanned white ass. Next I rolled my tongue and entered the surfer's hole. Hunter's response was to flex the muscles controlling his hole, which allowed my tongue to actual enter. After a long period of time spent rimming Hunter's snow covered fanny, the surfer softly begged me to fuck him and soon Hunter was screaming for me to stick my dick in his ass.
I lowered Hunter's legs and rested them on my shoulders. I poked his hole with my mushroom head and broke the seal, permitting my shaft to quickly enter Hunter's tunnel. I could feel every inch of my cock surrounded by the walls of the surfer's canal as I mated with my golden haired beach boy. I felt Hunter's ass muscles squeeze tightly on my rod during each thrust. Now it was my turn to grunt and moan as the feeling of my sliding dick in and out of Hunter's backdoor began to ignite a fire of sexual frenzy. Soon the flame was a bonfire, causing me to pound and plow my meat deeper and deeper into surfer boy's vanilla cheeks. Hunter was beginning to whimper every time my fat organ entered the his rectum. The harder I pushed the louder the surfer moaned, until all I heard was a continuous murmur of satisfying sexual mutter. The boiling liquid sperm hidden in my balls was about to explode and yelled out, as my orgasm surfaced, causing me to shoot globs of hot cream into Hunter's empty hole. My body jerked and shivered after each climatic emission and I continued to fuck the surfer's pooper until my cock was completely drained of my fluid.
I collapsed onto Hunter's sweaty body, then we extended our love making by kissing and squirming on the sand til the sky revealed its twinkling stars.
Once we had rested and washed our skin in the dense salt water of the ocean, we retired back into the house, where the action was again reignited in the living room, when my horny surfer kneeled before me and gobbled up my monster prick. Grabbing my sensitive balls with his hand, Hunter was hungry for sweet towering flesh and I quenched his thirst with my gigantic hard man meat. I fucked his angelic mouth, sliding my dick between Hunter's perfectly formed red lips. The sensation of the young surfer's warm throat and the fondling of my cum filled balls was causing an immense craving to fill Hunter's gullet with my man juice. I believe Hunter was reading my mind, for his hand grabbed my shaft and slide up and down. Both lips and hand combined to stimulate my entire cock, til I expelled a steady amount of spunk into Hunter's oral cavity. My blonde cub depleted my load and consumed my milky essence.
Hunter took control and positioned my naked body for the next stage of our nonstop carnal pleasures. I was on all fours when Hunter enters my back door and begins to fuck my impatient hole. The surfer is bucking and gyrating his pelvis, stimulating my canal with his fleshy naked staff. Hunter's rock hard drill penetrates the deepest areas of my ass, while his fuzzy blonde balls slap against my cheeks.
Suddenly, Hunter grabs my waist and I follow his lead. I end up on my back, laying on the couch with my butt on the edge. Hunter grabs my ankles and spreads my legs wide, then he rams his cock into my crack and continues the unrelenting infiltration of my hole with his zealous rod. This position is more to my liking, for I can see the ambition and hunger on Hunter's face. The surfer boy's chaste features expressed passion and excitement as he supplied my ass with his ample liquid manhood. Soon the pounding was faster and the surfer's mouth expelled wailing sounds of ecstasy and suddenly I felt the hot introduction of Hunter's creamy load into my tunnel.
Totally exhausted and spent, Hunter and I headed for the bedroom, where sleep easily took us.
Three days later, after spending every minute of that time in the company of Hunter. We fucked and sucked, in a nonstop fusion of naked horny bodies. That night I called my cousin Kevin and informed him of my location and a need for a ride. After which I told Kevin of the situation and what to do when he got here.
Kevin arrived around 8 p.m. Hunter, who knew of my exploits with my cousin, was beguiled by my hunky relative. As was Kevin, who was clearly awe struck by the blonde beauty and intentionally delayed our departure, in hopes of a possible three way. By asking to use the bathroom and for a drink, Kevin set the stage for another round of raunchy hardcore three man action. Once Kevin relieved his bowels and was sitting in the living room sipping a cold soda, Hunter quickly brought out a joint, increasing the potential of a sexual tryst. I found myself watching the antics of my cousin, as he visibly began to seduce the young surfer. Constant winks and innocent touching, were signals to Hunter. Kevin was more than willing to satisfy the surfer orally. Once everyone was comfortable, Kevin out right asked Hunter if he wanted a blowjob, which made me smile..
Hunter turned to me and smirked,
"Only if I get to suck yours first!" Hunter jokes, causing both of us to laugh out loud.
Kevin stood up, revealing a prominent mound already tenting his shorts. Hunter kneeled before my cousin and exposed Kevin's hardened unit. Using his tongue, the fair surfer began a slow, methodical inventory of Kevin's darkly tanned nine inch cock, licking every crease and crevice.
Hunter then surrounded Kevin's shaft with his sensual lips and started to move them up on down on the dripping tool. I lowered my shorts and grabbed my rock hard member. I stroked my cock as I watched the action in front of me. Secretly I am thinking that this would be a great payment to my cousin for all the hospitality he has shown me. I sat back and allowed Kevin and Hunter to savor each other, while I got off watching the hot action. Soon I witnessed two naked studs in the sixty nine position sucking each others cocks and exploring openings with their hands and fingers. Kevin was actively rimming Hunter's crack, while the young surfer was consuming and relishing Kevin's steel hard stick. Eventually, Kevin had mounted Hunter and was fucking the blonde hard and fast. Watching the scene was extraordinarily stimulating and I found myself jacking my cock like an engine piston, as I heard the exhaled grunts from Kevin and the constant moans from Hunter.
Nothing gets me off more than the sight of man's face when they are at the height of an orgasm, and I had a front row seat as Kevin's balls tightened and he exploded his load deep into Hunter's untanned ass.
Kevin and I didn't depart until later that night after spending most of the night screwing and sucking off the horny blonde surfer, who seemed to have nonstop energy and a never ending boner. Once we reached Kevin's house at around 11 p.m., we both collapsed on the bed, sleeping til 6 a.m.
After a quickie under the covers and a shower, Kevin and I were eating breakfast, in the dining room before Kevin had to go to work.
Kevin was very grateful for the sexually satisfying encounter with Hunter, and offered retribution by introducing me to his friend Alan. Kevin swore that his friend was sexually addictive in every respect. Kevin would make the arrangements, allowing me free access to his house and uninterrupted sex with his friend. When I questioned him for more information, Kevin said I would have to wait and find out.
For now my cross country travels are on hold, but my adventures are about to continue...

 

[2M0A1T1T]

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