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Runaway Chapter 1 - 12 [Complete Story]

Re: Runaway Chapter 4

Thanks Gary
Ways and Means? eh!! They certainly don't want the cops around!!
The next one should be interesting!!
Best
Harry
 
Runaway Chapter 5

Runaway Chapter 5
By
LaloGS​

Fiction

Later, I called and got my mother. I laid out the story as we had discussed, and even though she cried, I told her that I was happy, and didn’t want to be the cause of her being knocked around when dad got a little drunk. She said she was sorry I’d had to leave home, but understood my reasons. I asked her if she wanted me to call dad at work, and fill him in, but she said she would do it. I promised to call her from where ever Al and I were around the country, and that next time we passed through Phoenix we’d stop in to see them and they could meet Al. I told them he was a great guy, and was paying me good money just to keep him company on the long hauls. She wasn’t totally happy about it, but said she’d call off the search for me, so I could get on with my life without worrying about getting picked up by the cops.

I asked her to do it right after we hung up, because Al and I were due to hit the road in 24 hours, and I didn’t want him to have any problems because of me. She agreed, and when I finally said good-bye, and dropped the receiver in its cradle, Al put his hand on my neck, and leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips. Mike congratulated me for a job well done, and said he thought it would work out just fine in the long run.

“You told her we were hitting the road in 24 hours, but I don’t think we are,” Al said.

“Doesn’t matter. I wanted to make sure she got right on that APB; what ever that is.”

“All Points Bullitin.” Mike was gathering up our clothes from the floor of the living room where we’d shucked them the night before. “I’m going to do a wash. What are you two planning?”

“I got to check on the cattle, and see if my Mexican has been doin’ his job while I been gone this trip.”

“Can I go with you?” I looked at Al hopefully, wanting more than ever to be close to him all the time.

“Sure thing. Get some clothes on, and we’ll head out in a bit.”

Al kept a four wheel ATV in his barn, which we started up and rode out into the pastures behind his house. Straddling the vibrating machine riding behind him my arms hugging him close, gave me another case of the goose bumps. The weather wasn’t cold at all, but still I felt my scalp crawling with pleasure holding tight to my man. In a grove of cottonwood trees, we pulled into a little camp with a tent and campfire. A Mexican woman and three kids hid in the tent. When Al got off the ATV, she peeked out from the flap and told Al in rapid fire Spanish that Miguel was rounding up strays that had broke through a fence the day before. She said she’d have him come to the house when he came back.

Al nodded, and told her he didn’t want Miguel bothering to come to the house, since it was a ways to come on foot, but that he should stick around the camp in the morning and he’d come back then to talk to him. He asked the woman if they needed anything from town, and she asked for some flour and masa for tortillas. She also said they were getting low on beans and chilis.

“I’ll bring that with me in the morning.” Al told her in fluent Spanish. He started the ATV, and we back tracked to the east following a small creek that ran through his property. Every few yards, we’d scare up a few head of cattle, and once a small herd of deer. By the time we pulled into the yard and put the ATV away in the barn, we had counted eighty-three head of cattle.

“That’s about half of them if Miguel hasn’t let the other half run off.” Mike had another pot of coffee ready when we walked into the back door of the kitchen, and was busy working on something grand for lunch.”

“What smells so good,” I asked.

“That’s for me to know and for you to wait and see.” Mike smiled at me.

“Man I’m glad you ain’t here all the time,” Al said. “I’d be fatter than a two year old hog at the county fair.” Mike laughed.

“You love my cooking you SOB.”

“I surely do Mike, but I ain’t liein’ when I say it would make me fat in no time.”

“What do you eat when I’m not here to cook for you?”

“Mostly coffee and cigarettes.” He patted his empty shirt pocket.

“Well, you’ve given them up haven’t you?”

“I guess I have. I give my word to Bobby.”

“I’ll finish lunch, but then I got to hightail it back to Denver. I called the restaurant a while ago, and one of my cooks quit. They need me ASAP.”

“That’s too bad, but I understand.” Al sipped at his mug. “I. . .I mean we will hang around here for a few days and I’ll see if I can’t line up a job at the depot. Maybe somethin’ up your way this time.”

“That would be great.”

****

Lunch was exceptional, a pasta salad on a bed of spinach, with a sweet and spicy vinaigrette. A loaf of home baked French bread, and a bottle of French wine he’d brought with him. After we said our good-bys, he took off in a cloud of dust in his old Volvo, waving out the open window as he made his way to the one lane blacktop headed back to civilization, and his problem of finding a replacement chef for the restaurant.

Al and I showered, dressed for town, and then, in the barn, took the cover off his Ford F-150 pickup. He asked me if I had a driver’s license, and I showed him the plastic card with my holographic photo I’d gotten after passing my student driver class in school the previous Spring. He took it and checked my age from the date on it and shook his head.

“I ought to have asked to see this the first thing after I picked you up.”

“Would it have made a difference?”

“You bet!” He started the Ford, and looked over his shoulder as he backed out of the barn. “Jail bate usually isn’t my thing. This coulda turned out a whole lot worse than it did. I ought to send your mother some flowers or somethin’ to show her I appreciate her callin’ off the APB.”

“Oh god, don’t do that! My dad will kill her if he saw them. He’d think she’s been fucking some guy and the flowers would be the evidence.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t do it, but I do appreciate what she’s done for us.” He pulled out onto the paved road off the washboard dirt that was the road to the ranch.

“She probably realizes that I’m the cause for most of her misery. My dad just can’t seem to leave it alone. I’ve tried to get her to leave him but she has always said I needed a father figure. Maybe now that I’m gone, she’ll get up the nerve to divorce him.” Al looked over at me, pulling slightly off the pavement to let another pickup to squeeze by going in the opposite direction. He tipped his hat, and raised a finger which was duplicated by the man in the other vehicle.

“’At’s our neighbor, has a spread about fifteen miles on. Name’s Jack Anderson, and I’ll bet a dollar to a donut, he’s already tryin’ to figger out who the hell you are.” We drove a little bit in silence while I looked at the land flat and grass covered as far as the eye could see in all directions. I was mulling over my thoughts, and a question occurred to me.

“Why does you Mexican helper live in the tent out there by the creek?”

“Why? ‘Cause he and his old lady are both illegals. They come up here from some little pueblo in Mexico a while back, maybe three or four years ago. They was camped out down where we found them this mornin’, no tent or nothin’. The kids was with them, but I didn’t see them right away, cause the had ‘em hid in the willows down by the stream.” Miguel told me they were hiding from a Coyote, they’d paid their last dime to get them across the border, and once across, had demanded they pay him again. He’d threatened to take the kids an sell them to who ever if they didn’t pay up. Miguel had waited until dark, and took his family and escaped. They were bone tired, hungry, and scared to death that I was goin’ to turn them in to the Border Patrol.” He pulled up to the stop sign that announced the highway. Several big rigs were trucking passed as we waited for an opening. Al honked at each one and got a return horn after giving the drivers each a high sign out the window.

“Most of those guys are people I’ve met one time or another. Good people.”

“So,” I got him back to his story.

“Well, I didn’t have the heart to turn them in, and Miguel said he had experience with cattle, and would work cheap. I agreed to let them stay, and picked up a tent, and some cooking utensils at the Goodwill. I staked them to grub, and such, in exchange for Miguel looking after the ranch when I’m on the road. He’s a hard worker, and does his best to make sure the cattle are cared for. I’m goin’ to buy him a horse and saddle while we’re here this time so he don’t have to walk ever where he goes. He’s never driven a car, and doesn’t know how. Jack Anderson has a pony I told him I’d like to buy. We’ll go see him after we get home.” Turning onto the highway, we picked up speed, and headed for Amarillo in the distance, a dirty smudge of smog on the horizon.

What we needed in town didn’t take long to accomplish, so Al decided to stop in at the truck depot and put us in for a trip. The man at the desk told him he had several pending in a day or to, but he’d already promised the Denver run to another driver. The best he could do was a load of hay to Rock Springs Wyoming. Al signed up for it and the man, Delbert, said he’ call when it was ready to go.

“That’ll take us through Denver, and you can see Mikes set-up. But moren’ likely, we have to dead head back from Rock Springs, ‘cause there ain’t much comin’ out of there this time of year. Maybe if we lay over in Denver, we can pick up a load there. We’ll check when we get there.” We stopped finally at a 7/11 store, and he bought some candy and sodas for Miguel’s kids, and put the sodas in an ice chest he filled with crushed ice. I suggested he also throw in a gallon of milk.

“Naw,” he chuckled. I did that once, and them kids had the shits for a week. No more milk.”

Back at the ranch, we loaded the collection onto the ATV, and Al took it out to the camp while I waited, in the house, watching another DVD Mike had brought for us to watch.


End​
 
Re: Runaway Chapter 4

sweet, this story is picking up the pace and coming from all directions...nice storytelling.
 
Runaway Chapter 6

Runaway Chapter 6
By
LaloGS​

Fiction

I had my cock hard and jerking slowly, edging my climax when I heard the ATV return. After a few minutes, Al came in the back door, and shouted for me. I shouted back that I needed him in the living room. He came in with a grin on his face, when he saw me naked on the couch with my cock hard. He dropped next to me and reached for my hardness. His mouth closed over my dick, and I couldn’t control my climax any longer, and filled his mouth with several squirts of cum. He moaned and swallowed all I could give him, and then proceeded to lick my nuts and hole softly while my hardness subsided. It felt good just to lie there feeling his warm moist tongue licking me.

“Well,” he finally sat up. “That was delicious. But we had better go over to see about that horse for Miguel. I got a feelin’ about that load of hay to Rock Springs.” I pulled on my pants, and slipped into my sneaks and tied the laces. He went to the kitchen, and came back with a beer and a soda for me. “Won’t do to see Jack with beer on your breath. He’s a little conservative if you get my drift.”

“You mean he doesn’t like queers?”

“Queers among other things. What he doesn’t know is his ranch hand is queer as three dollar bill. Me and him have had some good times on his day’s off when I’ve been off the road. He’s got a tight little hole, and likes to suck anything he can get his mouth on. Name’s Bill, and I do call him Three Dollar when we get together. You’ll meet him eventually.”

Al had hitched a horse trailer to the Ford, and we pulled out of the yard, and headed for Jack’s ranch down the road. When we pulled into the yard there, after a ten minute drive, Jack came out of the house, and stood on the wrap around porch and waited with his hands stuck in the front pockets of his levis. We both got out of the truck, and walked toward the inviting shade under the covered porch.

“Howdy neighbor.” Al shook Jack’s offered hand, and introduced me as his nephew. “His folks thought some time with me would do him some good now that he’s out of high school.”

“Nice to meet you son. You lookin’ forward to longhaulin’ with Al?”

“I am sir. I might even like to take up driving myself in a few years.”

“You ain’t gonna waste yer time with college are you?” Jack put his hand on my shoulder.

“Not in my immediate plans sir.”

“Well, that would probably get you off on the wrong foot in life anyway. Them colleges and universities are all run by a bunch of leftwing radicals ‘at ought to be horsewhipped, or worse.”

“Now Jack,” Al started.

“Don’t start in on me Al. I know you don’t agree with my politics, but shit fire, you know I’m right about them schools.”

“I ‘spose so Jack, but a feller ought to have a education don’t you think?”

“I’d pick the school very carefully if I though any kin of mine needed to go.”

“Well when the time comes, I’ll check into it good.” Jack finally smiled, and nodded toward the barn.

“Bill ought to be out in the barn workin’. He ought to have Whitey ready to travel. You got the check?”

“Right here Jack.” Al unsnapped the pearl button on the pocket where he used to keep his Luckies. He removed a folded check and handed it to Jack. Jack unfolded it and looked at it carefully.

“Horse and used saddle. Bueno.” Jack stepped off the porch and we followed him to the barn. The big structure was once painted red, but the sun had weathered it into a rusty brown. Inside out of the bright sun, the gloom was thick.

In a far stable, a man was working with a pitchfork, pitching muck out of the stall onto a pile of smoking dung.

“Hey Bill.” Al said as we walked up behind him. The man turned as his name was spoken, and a big smile spread cross his face.

“Well I’ll be damned. Al! When did you get back?” Bill was as tall as Al, and a little heavier of build. He had a tight muscular working body, and had dressed it in dirty levis and a matching long sleeved Levi perl button shirt, buttoned to the neck, and buttoned at both wrists. He had dark curly hair, which was accented with touches of gray at the temples. The two men shook hands, and Bill clapped Al on the back.

“This here’s my nephew Bobby. He’s going to be with me for a while.” I glanced at Al’s face and saw him raise his eye brow and nod toward me. Bill offered his hand, and I shook it while he nodded and grinned at me.

“I guess you’re here for Whitey right?”

“Yeah.” Jack said, turning away and walking to a stable across from the one Bill had been mucking out. A piebald horse stood watching us. He had one white eye, and one dark eye. “He’s an ugly sombitch, but he won’t throw a rider. I broke him of that myself.” A worn saddle was flung over the rail of the stall. Al examined it in the dim light. “That one do you?”

“Ought to be fine.” Al said. Bill was fitting a halter over Whitey’s head, and once finished opened the gate to the stall and led the horse out. He handed me the reigns, and told me to watch him since he liked to bite a bit.

Al threw the saddle over his shoulder, and all five of us started back toward the pickup. Once there, I led Whitey to the rear, and Bill opened the gate for me and smacked Whitey on the rump and drove him up into the trailer. I followed the horse in and tied the reigns to the bar at the front. Al put the worn saddle in a rack at the back of the trailer, and then closed the gate on Whitey.

Bill followed Al around the truck to the driver’s side, and I climbed into the cab. Jack had gone back to the shade of his porch. I listened to the two men talking in low voices beside the cab.

“I’d like to come see you tonight after work if it’s alright. He rolled his eyes at me where I was sitting.” Bill was a little embarrassed looking.

“You horny or somethin’,” Al whispered. Bill nodded. “All right we’ll see you after work. But you clean up, you hear. You smell like horse shit.” Bill smiled, and looked at me again. He indicated me with a slight raising of his chin, a question in his eyes. “I think you and Bobby will get along just fine.” Al slapped Bill on the shoulder, and climbed into the cab. He started the engine, and waved at Jack on the porch as he pulled out of the yard in a “U” turn and headed home.

****

Later, after we had taken Whitey out to the camp, we cooked a meal of steak and a salad of left over spinach that Mike had left us. The grilled stake was tender and delicious, and the salad was tasty. We took turns in the shower, and put on clean shorts, but neither of us put on shirts. It was still light in the west, when we saw head lights on the road coming up from Jack’s place. They turned in at our road, and bumped along the washboard and pulled into the yard. Al got up and went to the front door. I heard a car door slam shut, and Bill saying something indistinct.

“Well,” Al said. “It’s been long enough. Ain’t you found anybody else around here yet?” Bill cam up the front steps, and Al stepped aside and let him enter the house. Bill had a bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag, which he handed to Al as he entered the house.

“Like I said at Jacks, I’m so horny I been thinking about getting’ one of the clafs to suck me off.”

“Shit,” Al laughed. “All you’d have to worry about would be the calf’s mother thinking you was tryin’ to steal her baby.” Both men laughed. “Go on into the livin’ room, and keep Bobby company, and I’ll make us some drinks. Jack know where you are?”

“He thinks I’m in town drinkin’ with the boys.”

“Well, I don’t know about town, but you are gonna be drinkin’ with the boys. Don’t be afraid of Bobby. He’s young, but he knows the ropes. He likes to play.”

“Yeah?” I could hear the sound of Bill’s voice cheer up a little. I decided to turn on the DVD player, and was in the process of doing it when Bill came into the room. “Hi there Bob. What you up to?”

“Just getting ready to watch a DVD.”

“Is it a good one?”

“You tell me.” The big TV screen blinked a couple of times, and the image appeared. It was the DVD I’d been watching earlier I was jerking off to. When the image became clear, Bill whistled, and sat down on the couch next to me. The picture was in close-up of a big black cock sliding deep into a tight white butthole. The guy being fucked was jerking his on not inconsiderable took, and the camera was close in on his bouncing balls.

“Al let you watch this shit?” Bill sat back, and put his left arm across the back of the couch, and laid his right forearm on his Levi covered thigh.

“Hasn’t said anything to me about it yet. Why; what’s wrong with watching two men fucking?”

“Well. . .uh. . .maybe a kid you age oughtn’t to be seein’ this sort of stuff.”

“Bill,” I looked at him, and could see a bulge developing in his crotch. “Didn’t I understand Al to say that you were queer as a three dollar bill?” He blushed. “In fact, didn’t you come over here tonight, because you’re so horny you could choke?” He stared at me with his mouth open, and began to sputter.

“Hu. . .hu. . .How old are you bu. . . bu . . .Bob?” He finally was able to blurt out.

“Old enough to do you good.” I smiled at him, and just then Al came into the room with a tray of glasses and ice. The bottle of Wild Turkey Bill had brought rested in the center. Al set it on the coffee table and poured a couple of fingers in two of the glasses. In the third, he pulled a can of cola out of his back pocket, and popped the tab.

“You stick to soda bub.” He gave me an intense look.

“Can I at least have a taste? I’ve never tried it before.” He poured the cola into my glass, and then tipped a table spoon of the Turkey into the glass.

“There, don’t ever say I don’t give you anything you want. But don’t ask for any more. Hell,” he said beginning to pop the buttons on his shorts. “You two still dressed?” He pulled off the shirt, and I sat up and popped my own buttons. Bill looked at both of us for a minute, before taking a big gulp of Turkey, and popping the buttons on his shirt. It only took a few seconds before the three of us were buck naked sitting side by side on the couch, watching the DVD fuck scene. All three of us soon had hard-ons we were helping each other stroke.

“What do you like to do little Bob,” Bill asked.

“I don’t know everything I like. I just got started at this a couple three days ago when Al picked me up hitching in Phoenix.”

“Fuck Al. You get all the luck.”

“Yeah, virgin and everything.” Al took a swallow of his drink, and set the glass down on the coffee tale. He leaned over Bills standing cock, and swallowed it down his throat.

“Geeze!” Bill gugled, and handed me his glass of Turkey. I took a quick sip, and set it on the table next to Al’s, and watched the expert blow job Al was administering to his friend. Bill ha his eyes closed, and his legs spread as wide as possible. I decided to help out, and set my glass of soda aside and dropped to my knees between Bill’s legs. Al’s eyes glanced at me and he nodded on Bill’s shaft. Bill moaned. I leaned in and ran my tongue over Bill’s hairy nuts. They rolled in the sack, and I sucked one of his big orbs into my mouth. Bill raised up off the couch, his legs straining, and I managed the second nut a well.

“Holy muther of. . .! Suck me boys!” Bill scooted to the edge of the couch, and he lifted his legs into the air. I let his balls slip out of my mouth and licked lower until I found his bud. It quivered a bit when I started probing it with my tongue. As he gradually relaxed, I stiffened my tongue and pushed into him. Suddenly his hands were on the back of my head, pushing me deeper into his hole. Bill’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he began breathing hard. I decided I wanted to fuck him, and stopped what I was doing and waited until he realized I had stopped, and opened his eyes again, I was on my knees pulling on my stiffness and pointing my cock head at his hole, rubbing it around in the wet left by my licking. He sighed, and nodded his head, and then closed his eyes again. I leaned into him and felt my cock slip through his ring, and into his hot guts. He shivered, and transferred his hands to Al’s head.

“That’s it boys. I ain’t had anything like this in a month of Sundays! I need it bad.” I bottomed out with my eight inches, and stopped there to let him get used to me buried to the hilt. “Don’t worry about hurtin’ me little Bob. I’ve took bigger than Al on occasion when I could find it. Just go ahead and fuck the shit out of my ass.”

I took him at his word, and fucked him to my own pleasure. He was good for his word, and took everything I could think to do to his butthole with my hard dick. I was having a good time, when Al started to moan and gag at the same time. I looked down, and saw Bill’s balls pulled up tight to the base of his cock, and could see the cum tube running up the underside pulsing his cum into Al’s throat. I watched it happen, and slowly pulled out of his well fucked asshole without cumming. I got up and sat back on the couch next to him, and reached for my soda. Bill leaned back, as Al finished cleaning all the traces of his cum off his softening cock with his tongue. Bill’s big cock looked worn out but still covered with blood filled veins and showing a swollen purple head, with a glissening drop of cum in the slit. Al took that drop finally, and let the limp thing drop back onto Bill’s thigh.

“That’s one!” Bill finally said, reaching for his drink.

“He’ll be ready to go again in a few minutes,” Al said to me, drinking a sip from his glass. “How are you doin’?”

“I’m good. Had a little fun, but I didn’t cum.”

“Well, I could sure use a little butt about now. You want to sit on me?”

“You bet.” Al took a tube of his favorite gel from a drawer under the coffee table, and squeezed a dollop on his fingers.

“Come here, and let me open you up a little.” I moved over in front of him, and turning my back to him, bent at the waist and spread my butt cheeks for him. He spread the goo around my hole, and worked a finger into me while Bill watched in fascination. Al worked fast, and soon had three fingers covered in gel working my opening. “Tell me when you’re ready Bob.”

“I’m ready Al.” He told me to wait a second while he spread another dollop of gel on his cock head. Then, he picked me up with his strong hands on my hips, and positioned me over his cock. Bill reached for his stiffness and held it true for Al, and Al lowered me until his big cock head was working through the gel around my hole.

“Ready Bob?”

“Yeah.” Al relaxed his grip on my hips, and I started to sink down over his nob. I felt the big head spreading my cheeks, and then prying open my hole. I shivered a little as the old pain I’d had returned for a moment. I drew in my breath as a sharp stab sliced across my sphincter.

“Pull off if it hurts,” Al said. Bill whimpered a little, an jacked Al’s cock a time or two.

“Not on your life,” I said, letting myself go limp and dropped even lower on his shaft.

“Man alive, look at him take your dick Al.” I could feel Bill’s hand pumping Al’s cock under me.

“Stop if you want to Bob,” Al was beginning to breathe harder.

“Never.” I grunted with some effort. Bill was now jerking himself as well as Al’s cock.

“This is one hot fucking pitcher.” Bill slipped off the couch, letting go of Al’s dick, and reaching for my now limp worm. He positioned himself in front of me, and swallowed my soft dick. He turned on the suction, and I felt myself begin to harden, just as I reached bottom on Al’s red pubic hairs.

I sat there for a minute letting Bill do his thing on my no stiff cock, and slowly lifted myself up Al’s shaft. After doing this a few times, Al whispered in my ear to walk with him. He actually didn’t let me walk, but rather lifted me mostly with his cock, and walked us both around to the back of the couch. He bent me over it hard at the waist, and started to fuck my hole with long even strokes. Bill stood up on the couch cushions, and presented my face to his hardening cock. I reached for it and gave it a couple of strokes before swallowing it down. He grabbed my ears, and began trying to match Al’s strokes into my butthole. It didn’t take them long to match up their speed, and I was fucked royally from both ends. Bill didn’t cum until a while after Al filled my hole with his seed, but he finally did, and I sucked every drop I could get out of his nuts.

Afterward, we all sat there our chests heaving with the effort to breathe normally again. Bill reached for his discarded shirt, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He offered one to Al, who started to take one, but then waved them off. He offered the pack to me, but I also declined.

“What?” Bill asked surprised. “You quit smokin’,” He eyed Al.

“Yup. On account of Bobby telling me my spunk tasted bad.”

“Yeah?” Bill looked at me. “My shit taste bad too?”

“Sort of bitter,” I looked back at him lighting up. “I can taste the tobacco in it.”

“No shit? I ain’t never tasted tobacco in cum before.” Bill took a drag.

“Maybe it’s cause you only been suckin’ cowboys ‘at smoke. Since you smoke yourself, maybe you just can’t taste it none.”

“Could be. . .” He took another drag. “Maybe I ought to quit too. I ain’t heard a better reason to do it before. I mean who wants to go around shooting butt tasting cum in guy’s mouths. I know I smell like an ashtray. No since to shoot off tasting like one too.” He stubbed his smoke out in the hard plastic ashtray Al had brought home from some bar off the road.

We all sat and sipped our drinks. Al’s big snake while soft by then, hadn’t seemed to lose any of its girth. Bill began to run his fingers over it lightly, and it slowly started to come back to life. “You up for another fuck bud?”

“You know me Bill. You get me goin’ and I’ll fuck anything that’ll let me.” Bill laughed.

“How about you little Bob?” Bill placed a cool hand that had been holding his drink over my limp cock.

“You two go ahead. I’ll set this round out and just watch. If something comes up, I’ll join in.”

“You lucky sombitch,” Bill bent and started sucking Al to full hardness again. When he pulled off the stiff cock, he stood, reversed himself to Al’s lap, and sat down on it. The big shaft vanished in the blink of an eye. “Ooooh yeah fucker. Tear my hole up with that thing.” Al pushed him forward, and he landed on all fours on the floor with Al following him down. Al got into a doggy fuck position behind him, and started long dicking Bill’s butthole like he was a machine. He soon had Bill moaning and grunting as his big cock pounded into his gut.

I was enjoying the show, and found I was getting hard again myself. Once my cock reached full stiffness, I got down on my knees in front of Bill, and let him do me again. He was in a delirium of sexual passion, and was going at me like his wished for calf cocksucker. It didn’t take long for him to bring me to the edge, and I shuddered and groaned out a little squirt of cum, he didn’t seem to taste.

Al saw that I’d shot off again, and redoubled his stroking into Bill until his hips were a blur. Bill went crazy with lust, and I saw he was trying to jerk himself off but really needed both hands on the floor for support under Al’s fucking.

I slipped under him between his outspread arms and took his swollen cock in my mouth, and let Al’s thrust drive Bill’s cock into my throat as he fucked him with long serious thrusts into his hole. It wasn’t long before Bill began to make whining sounds, and tossing his head around like a wounded steer. He shuddered and trembled, grunting like a hog in heat. He suddenly froze into a statue, and held his gasping breath until his cock began to pulse in my mouth, and he flooded my tongue with the first of several squirts of cum. He took a deep shuddering breath, and squirted again.

Al, grabbed his hips with a grip that left bruises later, and began blowing his wad into Bill’s guts. Bill was whining like a whipped puppy, and still grunting his cum into my mouth. It took a while for this wild heat to subside, but gradually it did, and he collapsed on the floor, his head resting on his arms. I stepped back, covered in sweat, and leaned over him and kissed Al, sharing Bill’s last shot with him.

“Shit tastes like tobacco,” Al commented. We both looked at Bill, who was in some other place at the moment, breathing hard, with a big grin spread across his face. Al put a bare foot on his well fucked ass, and shook him with it. “Hey Three Dollar, you ought to quit the cigarettes. Your cum tastes like an ashtray. Besides, if you want me or Bobby to blow you again, you better.” Bill moaned on the floor, and opened his eyes.

“Uh. . .It tastes that bad huh?”

“Filthy. Now that I’ve stopped, I can tell the difference, and it ain’t good.”

“If it hadn’t been for Bobby here letting me know how bad it tasted like, I’d a never known.”

Bill stirred and rolled over on his back looking from me to Al. His grin had faded a little, and I could see between his spread butt cheeks, a river of Al’s cum washing out of his hole. He cupped a hand over the mess, and pushed down filling his palm with the residue of his recent fuck. “I need a paper towel or somethin’.” I got up from the couch, and ran to the kitchen and returned with a roll of towels. I tore a couple off the roll and handed them to him. The liquid in his hand was murky from his ass juices and Al’s cum. Bill smelled of it before he wiped it up with the towels. “Man after that double fuck, I need a smoke.”

“Well, take it outside,” Al said. “This house has just become a smoke free zone.” He smiled down at Bill holding the wadded and wet paper towels in his fist.

“You’re serious!” Bill stared at Al.

“You bet.” Al adjusted his smeared cock, as it rolled on his thigh.

Bill sat up, and then got back on all fours, and then stood, still gripping the wet towels in his left fist. He headed for the kitchen, and I heard him deposit the wad of paper into the trash can. He was back in a moment, and picked up his shirt. He slipped it on, and headed out the front door, unsnapping the pocket that held his smokes. His skinny ass cheeks were covered by the shirt tail, but his still semi hard dick hung down between his legs far enough to see from behind. A string of clear liquid dripped from his half swollen cock head, and landed on his leg. He sat down on the steps into the house, and lit one up. He took a deep drag, and looked back at the two of us sitting on the couch watching the rest of the DVD Mike had brought.

“I gotta say, that was the best sex I’ve had since my last trip into the Ramrod in Amarillo.” Al looked over at him.

“Who got to do you then?” Al was looking interested.

“A couple of good ol’ boys from the King ranch. They used me good. I was sore for a week.” He took another drag.

“You know their names?” Al was definitely interested.

“Just one. Elmo. The other one was too shy to tell me. I did give Elmo my telephone number in case he wanted to hook up more private, cause he’s hung about like you Al.”

“He call you yet?”

“No. Probably afraid he’ll get found out.”

“You get his number?”

“No. But, he works as the foreman at the King. Oughten to be too hard to get a holt of him.”

“I don’t reckon it would be.” Just at that moment, the phone rang. Al reached for it and said hello. He listened for a minute, and said “Fine. We’ll be in tomorrow morning and pick it up.” He dropped the receiver into its cradle. “Well shit, that party is gonna have to wait. That was my dispatcher. The run to Rock Springs has been set up for tomorrow morning. Sorry Bill, but we ought to get some sleep. But I’ll tell you what. We’ll give you a call from Denver and let you know what’s happening. I was hoping to pick up a load in Denver. Gotta make a livin’. If we have to dead head back here, mayb you can set up a party with Elmo and his friend for when we get back.”

“Sounds like a good deal. I’ll be horny as a rooster in the hen house by then. And, don’t take this the wrong way Al, but I do hope you deadhead all the way home. I miss your big dick up my chute.” Bill finished his smoke, and flipped the butt out into the weeds in a arc of fire. He came back in and started pulling on his pants. He sat on the arm of the couch, and pulled on his socks and worn work boots. He stood and leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, and then leaned over Al and kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll think about quitin’,” he said. “But I been suckin’ smoke of one kind or another since I was a kid about seven.”

“Your daddy teach you?”

“Fuck no. It was my mother. Come to think of it, now that I think back, her titty milk tasted like tobacco!” We all laughed.

“Well, we’ll check with you from Denver. You ought to get in touch with Elmo before then to let him think about it. He might be a bit shy about meetin’ new guys like this. I mean the Ramrod can be more anonymous than a private party. If you talk to him, just tell him that he and his bud will be safe with us. We all know the score, and it’ll be safer here at my place than the Ramrod is anyway. The police has raided that joint more than once to my recollect.”

Bill agreed and grabbing his nearly full bottle of Turkey, he headed out the still open door. “I aim to get a buzz on and sleep like a well fucked baby tonight. I ain’t had a good night’s sleep for three weeks.”

“Sleep tight,” Al shouted after him, and laughed.

“Glad to have made your acquaintance little Bob!”

“And me your’s guy!” Al ruffled my hair, and then walked over and shut the door as Bill fired up his pickup. I yawned, and laid back on the couch.

“Come on Bobby. Let’s clean up and hit the sack. Four in the morning comes early.”

End​
 
Re: Runaway Chapter 6

Good Chapter Gary. Looking forward to the next one. Regards, Vic.
 
Runaway Chapter 7

Runaway Chapter 7
By
LaloGS​

Fiction


The trip to Rock Springs Wyoming was uneventful, and was accomplished in just under 48 hours. We checked into a Motel there, and slept for six hours before heading south again. Denver, and Mike awaited. Unfortunately, even though Mike fed us in the grand style he liked to cook in, he pleaded exhaustion from all he had to do. Since his second in command in the kitchen, had quit and was opening his own restaurant a couple of blocks away from Mike’s place, he had been working nearly around the clock since he’d gotten home from Texas trying to revamp his menu, and train a new chef to fit the bill.

On top of that, his wife had asked him for a divorce right after he’d gotten home, because she had decided that she wanted to live with her new lover. He told us he had pointed out that they had an agreement, and that the kids would suffer, but she had remained adamant about her needs. Her new Beau was a wealthy business man from Kansas City, she’d met on the net, and he’d flown out to be with her several times in his private jet. He was promising her the sky if she’d leave Mike and marry him. She couldn’t resist the money. Besides that, she’d told Mike he was very good in bed. Mike had given up and agreed to the divorce.

We failed to get an immediate load in Denver that would take us back to Texas, but we were offered a load of beef going to California. Al mulled it over for a few minutes, and discussed it with me before accepting it. “I gotta pay my bills,” he said. “Besides, we can have fun between ourselves.”

He was right of course, we could have fun with each other. My hole was finaly getting over being stretched by his massive cock, and I no longer had a sore throat where the flair of his big cock head scraped my esophagus. We were beginning to be comfortable with each other in our sexual play. Al had told me he thought he loved me, and I had told him the same, but he pointed out that variety was the spice of his sexual life, and he thought I’d feel the same after I’d been at mine for a while. Of course, he was right about that too. He recommended to me that I sample other men as often as I got the opportunity, because he was planning to do the same.

We took Interstate 70 over the Rockies, and headed for San Francisco with our load of beef. On the way, Al told me that while we were in California, we needed to play safe with men there, because it wasn’t like at home with Bill, or himself. There were some dangers fucking with guys we didn’t know whether or not they were truthful about their HIV status. It wasn’t something I knew much about, but promised that if I let any guy in Frisco fuck my butt, I’d make him wear a condom. He promised he’d do the same.

“We’ll pick up a load headed east easily once we’re there, but I’d like to lay over a day or two and sample the lifestyle. It’ll blow your mind what the queers in California have thought of. Gay baths there are somethin’ to behold. One time I was in a bath in Los Angeles, and I musta had fifteen guys in three or four hours. I don’t know how many I fucked or just sucked. They was lined up to come into my room after they got a load of my Johnson, and word spread I knew how to use him.”

We hit a bit of snow in the high mountains going over the divide, but on the western slope dropping down into Utah, it warmed up again. As we cruised out across the great basin of Utah, we spotted a hitcher with blonde hair, and a pair of shorts and no shirt. “What do you think?” Al asked me.

“He looks hot to trot to me. Hit the brakes.” Al did as he was told, and laid down on his air horn to let the guy know he was stopping.

I could see the guy start to run as the big rig started to slow and we tore past him slowing down from 80. He caught up to the cab just as Al brought the truck to a standstill on the verge of the highway. The guy jumped up on the running board and I rolled my window down. He was several years older than me, and his lean taught body looked well tanned and sculpted by weights. He had a black tattoo of what looked like thorns around uh right upper bicep. His blond hair was a little long, and he had a nice pair of sideburns that connected to a moustache that was well trimmed above his lip.

“Where you headed,” Al asked.

“Frisco,” the guy said. “You got room?”

“Plenty of room, but you ought to know, somethin’ about us. And we ought to know somethin’ about you.”

“Like what? My name?”

“For starters. I’m Al, and this here is Bobby. What’s your’s?”

My folks call me James, but I like to be called Jessie, which is what my friends call me.”

“What would you think,” Al said if I told you we both like cock now and then?”

“Wow! What kind of luck is that?! I’m headed for cock hound city, because I love a hard dick anyway I can get it. That’s why I am dressed like I am, hoping to attract another faggot to pick me up. My last ride was a married guy that just wanted a blowjob, which is what he got, before he stopped way out here and kicked me out. The SOB never even thanked me. I was afraid I wouldn’t get another ride in the middle of nowhere.”

“Well, hop in Jessie. Where you hale from?” Al was already dropping into gear again as Jessie crawled into the cab next to me, and tossed his back pack into the sleeper.

“My folks are back in Illinois, but I’ve been living in Denver for three years going to school. I just got fed up with studying and getting nowhere, and I sort of got tired of Denver dick.”

“Who is he?” I asked. Jessie laughed.

“Are you for real kid?”

“I’m not a kid. I’m old enough, but I just asked a question. No need to get smart.”

“Sorry Bobby. I meant the few fuckers dicking me in Denver. They got to be old hat, ya know. Same ol’ same ol’. It was too regular for my tastes. I had six guys that would regularly call me for a fuck or suck, all of whom were married. The one faggot that I knew was a one time johnnie. Once he had your ass, he didn’t want anymore of it. Of course, he was the one who knew how to fuck a guy right. I tried to get him to do me more regular, but he wasn’t interested. My married fucks, were good for the occasion, but not ne of them understood what I needed when they had their dicks shoved up my ass.”

“You sure talk a lot,” Al commented.

“I guess I do,” Jessie answered. I’ve lived alone for two years now, and miss having people to talk to especially ones I can really say what I want without offending. My married guys didn’t want to spend time talking. They’d call and say they were coming over, and tell me on the phone if they wanted a suck or a fuck. They expected me to be ready and waiting when they got to my place. I got to hate it when one of them would call me like that.”

Why didn’t you tell them to shove it?” I laid a hand on his tanned thigh. He placed his hand on top of mine before answering with a smile at me.

“Well Bobby, a dick is a dick, if you know what I mean. When they are few and far between you take what’s offered when you can get it.” I let my hand slip between his legs, and he spread them for me. He had a nice bulge in the tight cut offs, and he put his hand on mine again, and used mine to rub his cock and balls through the cloth. “You guys use this sleeper cab to fuck around in?”

“We do at that,” Al said. “What you got in mind?”

“Maybe Bobby and me can warm it up a little.” Jessie’s dick was trying to straighten out from the tight cloth of his shorts. My cock was already expanding as well.

“Suit your selves. I got to get this beef to Frisco. I’ll get my turn later.” Al smiled at both of us, then added: “Jessie, strip off your shorts up here, so I can at least see what I’m lookin’ forward to.” Jessie popped the button on his cut offs, and unzipped. I could see from his pubic hair that he wasn’t a natural blond. His dick sprang up a good eight or nine inches when he slipped the shorts down his legs. He wasn’t wearing any briefs, and he had no tan line showing.

“Man that’s nice,” Al said, and reached for Jessie’s cock. He ran his fingers over the stiff piece of flesh, and then squeezed his nuts a little. I started to climb into he sleeper cab, and Jessie took the space I’d vacated and laid down on his back with his butt toward Al, and lifted his legs, spreading his cheeks and winking his hole at Al. “Fuck,” Al said. “I am gonna love pokin’ that hole tonight.”

“How is you can get tanned all over like that?” I asked, when he’d crawled in next to me where I’d already started to strip off.

“The faggot I was telling you about, has a pool in his yard with a high fence around it. He let me sunbathe there. I was trying to get him interested in playing with me again, but he just wouldn’t. The last time I saw him we had a big fight over it, and he told me to get out of his house and never come back. I figured that was the last straw, and made my mind up to find a better place where men were not so uptight about giving me a little pleasure with their dicks.” I finished stripping, and fluffed the pillows up on the small bed. I laid back on them, and Jessie wasted no time at all swallowing my stiff cock.

“Turn around for me Jessie. I want a taste of you at the same time.” He repositioned himself with his cock hanging in my face. I licked the ruddy head o his dick, and he turned on the suction with his mouth. “Easy guy,” I said. “There’s no need to hurry.” He slowed his mouth work on me, and I took him into my hungry mouth. We worked on each other for several minutes, and I could feel by the way he was trembling he was getting close, as I was. He was good with his mouth, but I didn’t want to cum just yet. I pulled off his dick, and told him to stop sucking me as well. I switched to his nuts, and got them good and wet. He followed my lead, and I was soon rimming his hole and had him moaning with pleasure. He was trying to stuff his stiff tongue up my hole, and I was trying to let him, by spreading my legs wide for him.

He finally stopped, and sat up, removing his hole from the reach of my tongue. “You want to fuck me first, or me fuck you first?”

“What ever you’d like.”

“Man, let me have you dick up my ass. It’s been several days since I had cock up there. I wouldn’t want to have to break it in again from scratch.” He lifted his ass in the air, and positioned my hard dick at his hole, and sat down suddenly driving me all the way into his gut to my short hairs. I grunted, and he moaned. Once seated, he leaned forward,, and I got up behind him. We stayed in that position for a few seconds before he said he needed to have me tear up his ass. I took him at his word, and set to giving him long hard strokes, pulling out until just my dick head remained in his ass before shoving back into him hard.

“Yeah man fuck my hole!” He was already grunting each time I shoved into him. I gave him all I had, and the sound of our bodies slapping together, made Al start to shout.

“Fuck his butt Bobbie. Fuck him hard and fast. Give him what he wants.”

I poured on the steam, and the two of us had broken out in a slick sweat all over our bodies. My hand were slipping on his hips, and he was using the sweat from his chest as a kind of lube to jack himself off. I warned him not to cum on the sheets, since Al and I had to sleep on them. He dropped his cock, and left it alone while I long dicked him good. We fucked like that for several miles, and Al kept up a steady string of advice on what to do while I got closer to cumming with every stroke. When I tipped over the edge, I let him have it hard and deep. He felt me hug his butt, and lay my orso across his back, and start pumping him full of cum, and he groaned, and cupped his hand over the head of his dick, and shot several loads of cream into his own palm.

“Sorry man,” he said, as I softened and slipped out of his asshole. He showed me his palm smeared with his cum. I lifted his hand to my mouth, and sucked his scum off it. He was still head down on the bed, and I saw his hole open slightly, and spit a bit of my own cum out. I spread his cheeks with my hands, and reamed him out good, sucking what I could out of him. He remained head down moaning while I cleaned him out.

I finally laid back on the pillows again, and Jessie got up next to me. He kissed m on the cheek and told me it had been an awesome fuck, and that he rarely if ever came from just getting dicked. He usually had to help himself by jerking off.

I kissed him on the mouth and offered him my cum sticky tongue which he sucked in like he was hungry. We laid there for a while getting our breath back, listening to Al humming in the front as the truck sped on toward night. We’d driven several more miles, before Jessie asked me if I was ready yet. I told him I thought I was, and he got between my legs, and after jacking himself erect, spit on the head of his cock, and put it down at my opening. He pushed an I felt him break the seal of my sphincter. He was gentle as he pushed in deeper with no complaints from me.

“Man oh man,” he hissed. “you’ve got one tight hole. Fits me like a glove. You haven’t done this much yet have you?”

“No, not much. I’ve had Al up there a few times, but we’ve only been together a week now, and I think it’s only been eight or nine times he’s fucked me.”

“Man I’d fuck you every night if I could. You are one hot little piece of ass.” Once inside me totally, he laid down across my chest, and began to rock his hips fucking me slow and easy. I had my legs thrown over his butt, and used them to pull his in strokes into me deeper. I liked the feel of his cock riding my hole like it belonged. When he finally came, a long time after entering my hole, I loved every squirt of his hot juice as it heated up my gut. He was so quiet when he did it, I don’t think Al even knew I’d been fucked.

We laid there in each other’s arms, and kissed and cuddled. Al and I cuddled some, but this was different. I asked Jessie how old he was, and he said he was twenty.

“Really?” I pulled away a little bit and looked into his face.

“Well, I will be my next birthday. Anyway, how old are you?” I told him the truth, and he hugged me close.

“I’m glad you and Al stopped for me. I was getting worried I’d have to spend the night out there with the snakes and coyotes.”

“That’s all right,” I said. Al will stop as soon as he can find a place the three of us can stay tonight. He doesn’t like driving after dark. We’ll get something to eat, and then you and he can have some fun in the motel room. But I’ve got to warn you about Al.” I held my fore arm up, and used a finger to show him what to expect. He whistled under his breath.

“Big son-of-a-gun eh?”

“Biggest I’ve ever seen,” I said. “Not that I’ve seen a lot yet.”

“Yeah, me nether. I just came out to myself a few months ago.”

“Yeah? Tell me about it.”

“Well, I was so horny after I started technical school in Denver, and I didn’t know anybody there at all. I was living in a little place my parents were paying for, and I got an additional hundred a month to live on. Not much left for entertainment after eating. One night I was so lonely, I decided to forego a meal or two and go to a movie. My folks don’t believe in movies, and I had to get up my nerve to spend the money, but, I finally walked a few blocks from my apartment, and paid for a ticket in a sleazy little theater called the Bluebird.

‘I walked into the darkened theater, and picked a seat in the last row. I’d never been in a movie theater in my life before that night. I guess it was fate I chose the one I did, but I chose it because the ticket was only two bucks instead of eight, which is what the big theaters down town charge. Anyway, I was sitting there waiting for the show to start, when a man comes in and after looking around a bit, sits down in the row I’m sitting in. He isn’t right next to me, but a couple of seats over. A few other people entered the theater, but mostly sat down further toward the screen. The projectionist started the coming attractions reel, and the darkness wasn’t so complete any more and what came up on the screen, was a real tits and ass trailer for a triple X film. There was a man and two women going at it hot and heavy. Of course, I focused immediately on his hard cock, and got hard myself just watching the two bitches lick his candy cane. When he came, he blew shit all over their faces. Cum was dripping off their faces onto their big tits, and they forced him to lick up his own spunk. That was so hot, I almost shot off right there.

‘I was squeezing myself through my pants, when the guy sitting a couple of seats down leaned over, and whispered he’d help me out if I’d let him. I didn’t know what to say, but he didn’t wait. Before I knew it, he was sitting in the seat next to me and squeezing my cock like he owned it. He unzipped my pants and got my dick out, and proceeded to give me my very first blow job. After I came, which was pretty quick, he asked me if I had a place we could go, because he wanted to fuck me. My head started spinning, and I heard some one say that I had an apartment a couple of blocks away.” Jessie laughed at himself.

“Before I knew what was happening, we were on the street, and he was holding my arm like he owned me. He kept calling me son, and asking if I wanted anything to drink. I finally told him yeah I did, and he went into a local store, and came out with a bottle of whiskey. When we got to the apartment, he change a little and ordered me to fix some drinks for us. I did, and while I was doing that, he was stripping off. My place was just one room, so I was watching him while I made he drinks, and seeing his hard dick made me get hard again. I knew right then, I was gay.

‘We sat together on the bed, and drank our whiskey. I’d made mine weak, because I don’t drink much. He got up after playing with my cock and balls for a while, and made himself another one. When he came back to the bed, he set his drink on the night stand next to mine, and pushed me back across the bed. His dick was hard, and about seven inches. It wasn’t very thick, but big enough. He dropped down on his knees, and lifted my legs. I’d never been fucked before, so I just let him do what he wanted, not knowing what to expect. He spit on my hole, and then stood up and just put his dick into me in one stroke. I thought I was gonna die, and must have screamed or something, because, he clamped a hand over my mouth, and laid down across me and fucked the shit out of me for an hour.

‘When he came, I was glad. Because I hadn’t gotten much out of his fuck. I thought it was not what I expected. I don’t know what I expected, lights going off, fireworks, sirens. . .I just know it was not what I expected. When he pulled out, and his limp little weiner, was covered with cum and shit, he made me clean him up with a wash rag. He got dressed, and after finishing his drink, told me he’d see me again since he knew where I lived. I asked him for his number, thinking it was the right thing to do, but he told me he was married, and didn’t want faggots calling his house for his wife to wonder about.

‘True to his word, he knocked on my door one night about six days later, with a friend in tow. They both fucked me, flipping a coin for who got what they called sloppy seconds. The friend went first, and he was hung with about eleven inches, and knew how to use it a little better than the first guy. Turns out he was married too, but liked fucking boys in the ass. He complained his wife wouldn’t let him have her ass cherry, so he’d started fucking guys, because it was the only ass he could get. But, he insisted he was straight.

‘After the other guy fucked me, they dressed and left. I decided that I wouldn’t let the first guy from the Bluebird in if he came back again. His friend could do me anytime he wanted, because he was more to my liking. Well, they came over three nights later again, because they said they’d told their wives they were going to play poker at a friend’s house. Since they had more time that night, they took their time and made me suck both of them off before they took turns fucking me twice each. I was still trying to get over the soreness from the first encounter with the two of them, but it didn’t matter that I was sore. The intended to fuck me and the did until they were satisfied.

‘The first guy, from the Bluebird was not getting any better at it, but told me he had a buddy he was talking to about me. His buddy, he said was hung like a horse. I perked up at that info, because I already knew I preferred his longer friend. I told him to invite him over, or just give him my address. He said he would, and they left me for the night. Well the dick head must have called his friend, because a half hour later, there was a knock on my door, and when I answered it, there was a black guy standing there asking if my name was Jessie.

‘I admitted it was, and he asked me if it would be all right if he came in for a little fun. I asked him how he knew my name, and he told me our mutual friend had told him about me. He also is married, but his wife worked most nights as a nurse at the Children’s Hospital. He’d gotten into man sex when he was going to school, and couldn’t get his mind off assholes since his friend had told him I was willing.

‘Well, he is indeed hung like a horse, and wanted me to suck him up hard, and then he would fuck me like he knew I need to be fucked. An indeed he did. He had nearly thirteen inches of thick black dick, and I fell in love with it right then and there. Samuel is his name, and he’d stop by two or three times a week, and I’d blow him hard, and then he’d fuck me for an hour before cumming. Man he knew how to fuck butt. He liked to fuck me on the edge of the bed, on my back with his feet on the floor. That way he could play with my dick while he fucked my hole. He loved to make me edge the entire time he had his cock sliding in and out of my ass. He wouldn’t let me cum until he was filling my guts with his hot juice. I loved the way he did me. But, the other two guys were also stopping by ever chance they got, so I was being fucked pretty regularly.

‘I finally asked all three of them to start making it worth my while a little to let them drop in unannounced to fuck my butt. They agreed to pay me twenty bucks each fuck. That way, I started making a little extra money to spend over what my parents allowed me. I was going to school, but losing interest in it fast. I wondered if I could peddle my ass to make a living. I started to hit the porn theaters around town, and eventually found one on Lakewood boulevard that catered to gays.

‘My first trip there, I just got sucked off, and sucked a few guys off myself, but the second time I went, I met Matt. He’s the gay guy I was telling you about. Best fuck I’ve had up until now. He knew what to do to get another guy high on dick and lovin’ every stroke. Pisses me off he only wants an ass once. I thought I gave as good as I got from him. But, Noooo! The asshole wouldn’t let me have it again. Oh he liked me well enough, but he insisted he was a one time only kind of guy. He let me use his pool to swim and sunbathe all I wanted, but that was the end of it.

‘We did have one threesome with a kid he brought home once while I was there, but he let me fuck the kid while he watched, then he fucked the kid as well, but that was it.

‘I had enough of that scene anyway. I met a few other men who were straight and all married at various theaters around Denver, but most of them were one night stands, and mostly wham bam thank you type guys. One or two would stop by occasionally, and I always made them cough up twenty bucks. The first time I let anybody fuck me was always free, but I was up front with them that if they came back for more it would cost them money. Those that came back were prepared to go my rate. I was pulling down a couple of hundred extra a week. I felt rich all of a sudden, and started buying some sexy clothes.

‘I met men in the clothing stores sometimes, and took several home. Word was getting around that I was available, and cheap I guess, because I was fucking married guys nearly every day. I dropped out of school, because men were coming to see me during the day as well as at night. Several times, I had one guy in the bed and another knocking on the door. I’d tell the guy at the door to wait in his car until the other guy finished, and mostly they did.

‘I decided to raise my price to forty bucks a pop, thinking it might slow things down a little, but it didn’t. I guess I was a cheaper fuck than the whores on seventh avenue. I decided to go over to compare prices, but found I was already higher than them at forty bucks. Most they were getting was twenty-five bucks a fuck. I decided it was because I was a guy offering forbidden fruit so to speak. I raised my price to fifty, and it did slack off a little bit, but some SOB that didn’t have the scratch to pay, reported me to the cops after I refused his forty. They must have staked my place out because a few nights later, I answered a knock on the door, starkers like I usually was waiting for my customers, and there was a big dick in blue with a badge. I spent the night in the tank, and had to suck every guy they threw in with me and that was several. Once they all saw me suck off the first guy, they couldn’t wait for their turn. The cops knew what was goin’ on, because sometimes they stood at the bars rubbing their dicks and watching. About four in the morning, the young cop that ran the tank came to put a drunk in. He motioned to me to come with him. By that time, most of the guys inside had fallen asleep. The cop led me to a toilet, and had me blow him hard. He put a rubber on and fucked me against the stall wall, all the time jerking me off. I came on the wall, and after he came in the rubber, he made me lick the cum I’d shot off the wall. Instead of putting me back in the tank, he let me go and told me to cool the prostitution in my apartment, because if I continued they would find out, and it would go bad for me.

Well, I tried to cut back for a few weeks, but the men who needed me, didn’t. I tried to explain to them about my situation, but it didn’t make much difference. My solution was to just not answer the door unless it was somebody I knew was a good fuck. Pissed a lot of guys off for a while. My favorite thing happened one morning early, about six a.m. There was a soft knock on my door, and when I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and answered it I still had a piss hard in my briefs. The morning sun was just coming up and I squinted into the bright light, and saw the cop that had turned me out of the tank that night.

‘He asked if he could come in for a bit before he went home to bed. He was just getting off his shift at the tank, and had thought about me ever since he’d let me go. I asked him if he wanted to fuck me again, and he blushed and nodded. I helped him strip, and he got into the bed, while I took a whiz to get my dick to go down. I figured I was expected to do all the sucking and getting fucked, but he surprised me, by taking my cock in his mouth as soon as I came out of the toilet.

‘He sucked me for several minutes, moaning the whole time like he was really getting off on my dick. When he had me good and hard, he laid back, and raised his legs and asked me to eat his hole. I did it, and he had his hands on my head, forcing me to suck his hole good. From my experiences with other men this usually meant they wanted me to fuck them. After fifteen minutes of rimming his hole, he finally asked me if I had any rubbers. I did, and handed him one. He tore the packaging off it, and then slipped it onto my dick. He laid back and spread his legs and using his heels, pulled me into his crack. ‘Put it into me he begged,’ and I did.

‘I fucked him good for about twenty minutes, playing with his dick until I had him edging like Sam did to me. He was groaning and throwing his head from side to side, begging me to fuck him hard. After we both came at the same time, I licked his cum off his hairy chest, and then rimmed him clean. He took a quick shower, put his uniform back on, and went home to his wife. He became one of my regulars too, and after the third or fourth time, he told me his wife was expecting and had turned off to sex altogether. He said he saw so much gay sex in the tank at night, it kept him in a constant state of horniness, but he wouldn’t think of cheating on his wife with another woman, but he thought doing it with a man was not really cheating.

‘I asked him why he’d asked me to fuck him the first morning he’d stopped by, not that I hadn’t fucked him several more times since then, and he told me he’d watched two men fucking in the tank that night, and had wondered how it would feel. He also said he had liked it so much, he’d begun to worry that he might be a fag. I told him liking dick was a sexual thing, and maybe a better term for what he was, was bisexual. He said he didn’t think he was, but that he liked he feel of my cock in his butt. As long as he kept coming around, I didn’t care what he thought he was. He was a good fuck, which is all I cared about. I’ll miss him. He was nice to me, and although he never paid, I did have a soft spot in my heart for his letting me go that night in jail.

The truck gears began to shift down, and I pulled back the draw curtain to see Al pulling off he road into a truck stop. I could see there was a motel next to it, and about eighty or so trucks parked in the big lot. “Get your clothes on with shoes and shirt too, we’ll be going into to eat.” I pulled my pearl button shirt on and began to snap buttons. Al had bought it for me in Amarillo along with some Levis and a pair of nice acme work boots. Jessie was right behind me as I slid out of the sleeper.

“Whew, “ Al said. “Smells like you boys have had a good time back there.” I just smiled at him. “Well, I’ll get my turn tonight, but right now I could eat the whole hog. I hope you two are hungry.”

“I don’t know about Jess, but after the fuck he gave me and the fuck I gave him, I could eat the other hog.”

“Atta boy. How about you Jessie?”

“Fuck yeah. If we’re gonna play later, I need my strength.” We all laughed, and got out of the cab. Al did his usual checks, and up-dated his log while Jess and I headed into the café to get a booth. Al was headed over to the motel t rent a room by the time we were seated looking at the menus.

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Runaway Chapter 8

Runaway Chapter 8
By
LaloGS​

Fiction


The food in the café proved to be typical greasy spoon fare, but since we were all hungry we ate our fill, topping the meal off with big slices of apple pie, and coffee. After Al paid for the food, we stopped into the store next door that catered to truckers, and bought a bottle of Wild Turkey. He led the way over to the motel room he’d rented for the night.

The room was pretty standard, except it had two queen sized beds, and a 28 inch TV situated against the wall at the foot of the beds. On top of it was a card that showed the available pay per view channels, as well as a local Guide. Once in the room, Al said he was gong to clean up and shave. I decided to go out to get some ice and colas, hoping that Al would let Jessie and me have a little taste of his Turkey. Jessie decided to stay in the room, and wait his turn in the shower, since he was grungy from the road.

At the ice machine, there were two men, obviously truckers, talking about road conditions and where the speed traps were thought to be. They both stopped talking and eyed me as I opened the ice machine and scooped a bucketful out. I asked them if they knew where the soda machine was located, and the taller of the two grinned at me and pointed to the opposite end of the hall.

“That’s good planning,” I said. “My ice will melt before I can get down there and buy sodas, and get back to the room.” Both men chuckled and nodded. “Will you guys watch my ice bucket while I go get some sodas. I wouldn’t want to lose it to somebody else.”

“Sure kid,” the taller man spoke again. I dropped my full bucket of ice back into the ice machine, and headed off toward the other end of the hall. I glanced over my shoulder once about half way down, and saw the two men laughing and rocking their hips like they were fucking the air.

I bought four sodas, two for Jessie and two for me. I knew Al wouldn’t want any. As I headed back toward the ice machine, the two men had resumed their conversation. As I set the four cans of soda on the floor to retrieve my bucket of ice from the machine, I bent at the waist, and the taller of the two stepped up behind me, and humped his stiffing cock against my ass crack. I straightened up and turned around. Both men were smiling at me looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.

“What did you have in mind?” I glanced from the tall one to the other.

“We’re just kidding around with you.” The shorter one spoke this time. I thought quickly about Jessie’s story of charging for the use of his body.

“Well, I’ll kid around with you for fifty bucks every time you cum.” They both sniggered, and I could see them contemplating the offer. Finally the tall one nodded, and the short one agreed. I smiled at them, and said: “I got to go tell my friends I’ll be gone for a while, so what room are you in?” The tall one said we could meet in his room and told me the number, just three doors down from ours. “Good, I’ll see you both there in five minutes.” I removed the bucket of ice, and the tall one picked up my sodas and laid them in my arms. I headed back to our room, with the two following close behind.

In the room, Al was standing by one of the beds,, toweling off, his massive cock already about half hard. His red hair glistened with damp. I could hear Jess singing in the shower. “Al, I’ve got a chance to make some quick cash. I’ll be gone for a while, so don’t worry about me, I promise I won’t leave the motel, and I’ll be back as soon as I’m through.”

“Yeah? Doin’ what?” He dropped the wet towel on the floor beside the bed.

“I met two guys that want to pay for my services. I’ll be three doors down toward the ice machine.” I pointed out the direction, and told him the room number.

“You think these guys are safe?”

“They look like truckers.”

“Maybe I ought to go over there to check them out. Maybe I know them.”

“Sure if it will make you feel better.” He picked up his towel and wrapped it around his waist.

“Let’s go.”

“Like that?”

“Why not. This place only caters to truckers, and we all know what each other’s got. The clerks always put the single men on this floor and the one above. Any trucker traveling with a woman, is put on the ground floor, so the gals don’t run into somethin’ they ought not to.” He stepped to the bathroom door, and told Jess he’d be back in a few minutes.

Down the hall, I tapped on the door of the room, and the tall guy answered it, in his boxer shorts. “Howdy Fred,” Al said when he saw who it was. “This here’s my boy Bobbie. He tells me you and your friend want to do some business with him.”

“That’s right Al, if you don’t have any objections. Dell and me thought it might be fun havin’ a threesome with Bobbie. He seems willing enough.”

“Well, I don’t mind if that’s what he wants to do. I ain’t got no chains on him. Just be careful with him. He’s still pretty new man to man.”

“Oh hell, we’ll treat him like a prince. Wouldn’t dream of making him do something he don’t want to. He tell you he’s going to get paid?” Al nodded, and kissed me on the forehead and headed back to our room.

“See you when you’re finished Bobbie.”

“Yeah.” Fred put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into the room. Dell was sitting on the edge of one of the beds in the room, naked except for his white socks. He had a boner standing between his legs that looked like he was ready to go.

“I suppose you heard all that.” Fred said to Dell. Apparently Dell didn’t talk much, because he just grinned. “Why don’t you get comfortable Bob. Can I fix you a drink? We’re both having Vodka and juice.”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ll have one the same.” I didn’t want to sound like I had never had a Vodka drink before.

“We were talking it over before you got here, and decided we both wanted to cum twice. Once by sucking and once by fucking. There’s two hundred bucks on dresser there for a start. If we get carried away and do it more times, then we’ll pay your going rate.”

“Thanks guys.” I picked up the two crisp hundred dollar bills, and stuffed them into my pants pocket. I popped the buttons on my jeans, and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Fred dropped his boxers, and started pulling on his flaccid dick. He had an enormous set of balls, but his dick only went to about six or seven inches once he got it hard.

Dell asked me to suck him off first, since he was so horny to cum, and he wanted to be able to really enjoy fucking my ass while I sucked Fred’s dick. I dropped to my knees between Dell’s legs, and licked up the underside of his thick nine inch shaft. His big purple head was the size of a lemon, and already leaking precum. I let my tongue work around the head, and he shivered. As I took his dick head into my mouth, I felt Fred get down behind me and use his hands to spread my ass cheeks. His tongue found its way up my crack until it was centered over my hole.

“Fred’s gonna get you ready to take my cock if you don’t mind.” Dell was rubbing his hands over my head and back as I blew him. After a few minutes of Fred rimming me, he inserted a stiff finger through my assring, and I moaned around Dell’s spit slick cock. “Atta boy, Bob. Loosen up for ol’ Freddy’s dick. Since he’s smaller, he’s going to have your hole first if you don’t mind. That way you ought to be loosened up and well oiled when it’s my turn. I wouldn’t want this big ol’ dick of mine hurting you any.”

I pulled off his cock, and looked up into his very blue eyes. “Don’t worry about me none. I’ve taken Al’s dick several times, and he’s got a few inches on you in both directions.”

“He does?” Dell looked shocked at the news. “Shit, if that’s the truth, maybe we ought to set up a party with Al sometime.”

“Well, it’s the truth. You two ought to stop down to the ranch sometime when we’re home, and we’ll have a good time.” I felt Fred position the head of his cock at my opening, and lean across my back and push through my sphincter. I loved the way it felt entering my ring, and pushed back to meet him. In no time at all, he was buried to his big nuts in my hole. I reached between my legs, and took his ball sack in my hand, while I continued to suck Dell’s bone. Fred moaned when he felt my hand on his nuts.

“Oh yeah,” He hissed, “Play with my nuts.” I rolled them around in my hand, and he started to fuck me with smooth even strokes. He was moaning the whole time he was shafting me. “Man alive this boy’s got a tight hole,” He was griping my hips hard enough to leave bruises, and picking up speed with his thrusts. It seemed only a short time, before he stiffened behind me and I felt his dick begin pulsing while his balls tightened up to the base of his cock, and he spewed his cum in my hole. He dropped over my back, and fucked the last few squirts into me before pulling out and headed to the bathroom.

“That’s one,” Dell said. “I almost shot off when Fred came in your ass. I’m close little buddy, just a few more good moves with your tongue.” I set to work on him with renewed vigor, and in just under a minute, he grabbed my head in both hands, and started trying to fuck his cock into my throat. Tears appeared in my eyes, but I did my best to accommodate him. I choked back my gag reflex, and let him in. “Oh fuck, that is sooo sweet.” He stood up, and dragged me up on my knees, and still gripping my head, he humped his big dick into my throat, blasting gobs of hot jizz deep into me. When he finally stopped cumming, he was shivering as he held my head to his belly. His big shaft was going soft like a punctured balloon, and I let it slip out of my mouth. He’d cum so deep in my throat I hadn’t even tasted his juice. I licked the drop left in his piss slit, but it was too little to taste.

I smiled up at him, and sat back on my heels. “That’s two,” I said.

“Boy, where did you learn to suck dick like that?”

“Al I guess. He taught me to take his big cock the first few minutes after he picked me up hitching out of Phoenix.”

“Phoenix. Phoen. . .That’s where I know you from. You run away from home, and the cops had an APB out on you last week.”

“That’s right, but I called my mom and got her to cancel it. She’s OK with me working with Al.”

“She know you suck dick and take it up the ass?”

“No, but what she doesn’t know, won’t hurt her. She just thinks I’m working for Al keeping him company on his long hauls.”

“Well, the good thing is you ain’t a girl, and you can fuck all you want, and won’t bring home a kid one day.” He laughed out loud, and Fred came back into the room from scrubbing my ass juices off his now limp cock.

“What’s so funny?” He dropped his towel on the floor and sat down next to Dell, who’d resumed his position on the bed.

“Bob’s the runaway the Smokey’s were hot over last week. You remember the picture they showed us? Fred stared hard at me for a moment.

“Well I’ll be damned. Didn’t that Smoky tell us he was under age?” Fred looked around the room a little nervous.

“I believe he did,” Dell said. “But this boy sucks like a pro, so I ain’t gonna worry about that none. I’m planning to just enjoy my second cum up his ass.”

“You want to rest a while?” I stood, and sat on the bed opposite the two men.

“Yeah, let’s have a drink, and watch a little porn on the tube.” Dell rose and went to retrieve the channel listings for the in house broadcasts. We all looked at the listings, and picked a gay video about men at work in a fire house. Dell slid his credit card into the slot, and selected the pre paid film. We put all the pillows onto one bed, and got comfortable with our Vodka and orange juice drinks to watch the film. Once the credits were out of the way, the screen showed a big fire truck coming back off a fire run. The men were grimy with soot and tired from fighting the fire. After they backed the truck into the garage of the fire house, they started pulling off their gear and giving it to a couple of younger auxiliary firemen to clean up.

They joked with the young firemen as they handed over their gear, making suggestions as to what they would like to do with them if they weren’t so worn out from the fire run. After they had turned over their gear, the men headed to the showers in the dorm on the second floor of the house. While the water started to flow, and the steam filled the screen, obscuring the naked men soaping up and scrubbing the soot away, the scene switched back to the two young auxiliary firemen beginning to clean up the gear to get it ready for the next run. They talked to each other as they worked.

“You think the guys really mean what they say about what they’d like to do with us in bed?” The young blond with blue eyes asked his partner.

“No way. It’s just buddy talk.” The other young man had dark curly hair. The two worked in silence for a while, and the scene returned to the steamy showers where we got a gander of the occasional butt or leg emerging from the thick steam. Back to the auxiliaries working away.

“You ever thought about doing something with a guy,” Blonde said.

“What are you nuts?”

“I just wondered if you had.” Blonde began polishing a helmet with a rag. They worked in silence for a moment before curly answered.

“Once when I was sixteen, my brother’s best friend came over to see my brother, but he wasn’t home. He asked me if he could wait for my brother, because they had a date. He needed to use the bathroom, so I let him, and he didn’t close the door all the way and I watched him take a piss.”

“Yeah? Is that all?”

“Pretty much.”

“You mean nothing else happened?”

“Well. . .” Curly fell silent, polishing some brass fittings, with a look of remembering on his face. The scene wavered a little, and change to a young boy looking through the crack of a door, watching something in another room. The camera took the boy’s point of view, and we saw an older teenager, finishing a piss while standing with his back to the door. His eyes however, were looking into a mirror in which he could see the young boy watching him. The teen, undid his pants, and pulled his underwear down. He stood there watching in the mirror and started jacking his cock. The boy watching pulled back from the crack in the door, with a look of shock on his face. The teen was soon hard as a rock, and cupping his nuts in one hand while jacking furiously with the other. The young boy began squeezing his package through his short pants, and soon put his eye back to the crack in the door.

The teen was wanking away totally aware of his admirer. When it became apparent he was getting close, he turned to face the crack in the door, and thrust his cock through the crack, and shouted for the kid to put it in his mouth. The boy did as he was told, and the teen promptly blew his load of cum into the kid’s mouth.

The kid swallowed, and then ran to his room and hid in the closet. The teen cleaned himself up with toilet tissue, and flushed away the evidence. The scene switched to the outside of the house where another teen was just coming up to the front door. The first teen stepped out of the toilet, and saw the kid’s brother just coming into the house. They greeted each other, and then both left by way of the front door.

“I guess I have once.” Curly was acting shy.

“No shit!” Blondie stopped polishing and looked at the other auxiliary. “Tell me all about it. I mean I’ve wondered what it would be like, but I never. . .you know. . .done anything like that.” After a bit of coaxing, Curly told Blondie what happened with his brother’s friend.

“Any other times you can tell me about?” Curly blushed at Blondie’s question. “Come on Philip, out with it. This is getting good.” Blondie picked up another helmet and started polishing.

“Well,” Curly said after a moment. “I had an experience once in the Scouts.”

“Really? Tell! Tell!” Curly blushed again, but started to speak in a halting voice.

“My troop went on a camping trip to the Yellowstone, and we were sleeping two to a tent. The guy I was assigned to be sleep with was new to the troop, and none of us knew much about him except he seemed a little more mature that the rest of us for his age.

‘We hiked all day and just before sundown, found a meadow to set up our tents, and cook a meal. He and I chose at his suggestion to set our tent up a little way off from the rest of the troop, because it would be quieter. Dale, that was his name, said he was a light sleeper, and noises woke him up and he couldn’t get back to sleep easily. I didn’t have any objection to being so far away from the rest of the guys, because I knew some of them snored from previous camping trips we’d been on.

‘After we ate our meal, we sat around the central camp fire we’d built and told ghost stories until about nine when the scout leader told us to turn in because he planned on getting us up at first light to do some trout fishing. Dale and I made our way to the tent, and since there was so little space inside, we both stripped down to our undies before climbing into the sleeping bags. We laid there talking quietly for a while, until Dale pulled off his underwear, and laid them on the grass between our sleeping bags. He told me he liked to sleep in the nude in case something came up.

‘I asked him what he meant, and he told me not to be a spazz. He was playing with himself in his sleeping bag, and stood his boner up so I could see it tent his bag. He asked me if I’d ever jacked off before, and for some reason I told him about my brother’s friend squirting his stuff in my mouth.

‘He got hot over this, and asked me if I would let him squirt his stuff in my mouth. I thought about it for a bit, and realized I was getting hard thinking about it. I told him I’d take his stuff if he’d take mine. He said it was a deal, and we both got out of our bags with our hard-ons, and started jerking in the dark. After a few minutes, he asked me if I’d like to try something he’d heard about and wanted to try. I asked what it was, and he said it was called a sixty-nine, and explained it meant facing each other’s dicks and sucking each other off.

‘I don’t know what got into me, but I agree to give it a try. Well, when h put my hard dick in his mouth, I was so hot, I started to cum right then. He was true to his word, and swallowed my stuff. When I finished, he said he was ready for me to reciprocate, but I didn’t feel like it any more. He got mad at me, and said he needed to get off, and if I wouldn’t suck him, he was going to fuck me. Since he was bigger than I was, and I was too embarrassed to let the rest of the troop what we had been doing, I told him he could fuck me.

‘He must have been planning it all along, because he had a tube of Vaseline with him, and used his finger to get my hole ready. He put my legs on his shoulders, and pushed into me. I thought I was going to die from the pain, but he clamped a hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming, and proceeded to fuck me until he came.”

“You ever do it again?”

“One other time. He called me to come to his house for a sleep over. I went, because I guess I didn’t know what else to do. His folks lived in another part of the city, and they had put an apartment in for him above the garage. He wanted his privacy, and his folks were accommodating. His mom had made a great dinner, and afterward, we went to his apartment, and played games on his computer until the lights went off in the house. Nce his folks went to sleep, he told me to strip, and he did the same. He put a gay porn tape in his VCR, and we watched and played with each other for the duration of the film. After, he asked me if I wanted to suck him off, or let him fuck me again. I opted for the fuck, and he got out his Vaseline, and we got to it. By morning, he’d fucked me several times, and I’d enjoyed it every time. After that, he didn’t want me to come over anymore, and his folks finally moved out of town. I haven’t done anything since. That was three years ago, but I still think about what it was like.”

“I’ve never had the pleasure of doing anything with a guy, but I did fuck my girl friend in the ass once, so she wouldn’t get pregnant. She didn’t like it much.”

“It takes a little getting used to. Vaseline helps, but it does hurt at first.”

“But you like it?”

“I guess I did. I still jerk off thinking about it.”

“Maybe we could try it sometime?”

“You and me?”

“Why not?”

“Yeah. Why not? Why not now?”

“Now?”

“Why not? The guys are all going to sack out upstairs after that fire this morning. Unless there’s another one, you know the house is going to be deserted until supper time. We can go into the equipment room in the back and lock the door.” Blondie looked round as if they were being watched.

“Let me go up and check on the guys first.”

“Fine.” Curly started polishing brass again. Blondie, headed up the stairs to the dorm room on the second floor. He peeked through the half closed door into the darkened quarters. The ten cots all had bodies in them, and the air was filled with the sound of snoring. He closed the door all th way, and came back to where curly was just finishing his polishing job.

“All clear? Blondie nodded, nervous. “Come on then let’s do it while we’ve got the chance.” He headed for the equipment room at the back of the garage. Blondie followed slowly. Once inside, Curly locked the door with a deadbolt from the inside.

“What if we get caught by one of the guys?”

“If we get caught, who ever catches us is going to get an eyeful, because I want you to fuck the shit out of me.” Curly rubbed a hand over Blondie’s package, and licked his lips. He dropped to his knees and soon had Blondie’s hard cock buried in his face. Blondie had his head in a tight grip, and was thrusting into Curlie’s throat. After Curly had his friend sloppy wet with his spit, he stood letting the hard cock drop out of his mouth, and dropped his pants. His own hard cock sprang to attention against his taught belly, and he bent at the waist and spit into his hand. He rubbed the slim into his crack, and then reached back with a hand on Blondie’s hip. Blondie took the hint, and pressed his stiffness into his friend. He was surprised how easily the head of his dick slipped in. He pushed, and sunk into his friend to his nearly hairless balls.

“Oooh, that’s it buddy. Got to town on my ass. I’ve wanted this for a long time.” Blondie began stroking in and out fast and furiously. He was soon gasping with pleasure at the friction on his cock as his friend tightened his sphincter around his stiffness. “Yeah, fuck me baby! Shove it into me! Let me have all you got!” Blondie fucked like a champ, stroking into his friend with abandon. It was clear he’d never felt anything like this fuck before. His blonde head was thrown back, and his eyes were tightly shut with the fierce pleasure his friend was giving him for the first time.

“Oh shit,” Blondie gasped. “I feel like I want this to last all night!”

“We can go to my place after the shift if you want. I’d love it to last all night.”

“Deal buddy! My nuts nad cock have never felt anything like this before.”

“Yeah fucker, I know what you mean. I’ve missed this since my Scout friend moved away. I would have tried it with some other guy, except I didn’t know how to ask without being afraid I’d get clobbered.”

“Whoa buddy, I’m gonna blow my wad up your butt.”

“Do it” Yeah, fuck that cum into me. I love the feel of a hard cock pumping it’s spuge into my hole.”

“Here it cums fucker!” Blondie shoved his cock in to the short hairs, and then pulled out suddenly, taking his thick shaft in his left hand. He stroked himself a few times, and then sprayed his hot gobs of cum across Curly’s back and butt cheeks. After he finished, Curly turned around, and leaned back against the box he’d used for support and pulled Blondie down onto his stiff cock. Blondie started sucking like a champ, and it became apparent that the actor playing the part was an expert. In just a few strokes, Blondie pulled off his friend, and hand stroked a geyser of cum out of Curly’s dick. The cum landed all over Blondie’s face, and he began to try to lick it off as more followed the first shot. He finally just took the exploding cock into his mouth and finished sucking his friend dry.

Just as he finished, Fred leaned over and took my stiff cock into his mouth and started to suck. I returned the favor, and he and I pulled a sixty-nine whie Dell began to work on my hole with his mouth. I rolled over until I had Fred on his back with me above him and the two of us sucking like machines. I felt Dell crawl up behind me, and stuff his dick into my hole. We worked out a comfortable position for all three of us, and Dell began to plough my hole with his big cock, while Fred and I sucked each other’s dicks.

Poor Fred was quick to cum, and I swallowed his offering. He kept up the blow job he was giving me, but the fire went out of his sucking. After a bit, he let my cock slip out of his mouth and sat up on the bed. Dell pulled my butt toward him and stepped onto the floor, planting his legs wide for strength. He gripped my hips with his hands like iron, and laid into my hole with a fury. While Fred lay panting and watching Dell fuck me, he played with his now limp cock and big balls, but his dick wasn’t responding.

Dell fucked me hard for a good fifteen minutes, and then with a grunt, buried his cock all the way into me, and I felt it pulsing his load of cum up my chute. When he’d finally finished, he pulled his softening dick out with a pop, and told me to sit on Fred’s face so he could suck out his cum.

“It’s really Fred’s favorite thing of all.” Fred lay back across the bed, and I crawled up over his face, and he began suctioning my hole for every trace of his partner’s wad. While Fred was busy doing that, I played with his limp dick, and balls. I was surprise to feel him getting hard again. I started to stroke him off, and true to form, within a minute, he shuddered, and shot a weak squirt of cum into my hand. I licked it off, and he stopped sucking my hole, and lay there with his eyes closed.

“You want me to stick around for more?” I rolled off Fred, and addressed my question to Dell.

“Nah. We both had our two cum shots. And I believe Fred had three. He owes you another fifty.”

“Forget it, that one’s on me.” Dell laughed. I got off the bed, and began pulling on my clothes.

“Thanks Bob. That was one of the best fucks I’ve had in awhile. Fred can’t take me any more, so I have to find pussy where I can; if you know what I mean.” I nodded, and tipped my finger to my brow, and opened the door.

“See you boys around. It’s been fun.” I pulled the door closed behind me and started down the hall. At the end of the hall, a man stepped out of a room naked, and stroking a big hard-on. He saw me, and motioned for me to come over to him.

I walked the length of the hall to where he was standing still stroking himself. And took his cock in my fist. He moaned. “You like that?” He whispered.

“Nice,” I said, “But I get fifty a pop.”

“Deal,” he gasped, stumbling back into his room with me still holding onto his dick.

“Suck or fuck?” I asked when he’d shut the door.

“Man, what I’d give for a piece of your ass.” I dropped my pants, and turned around giving him my butt. He leaned me against the dresser, and entered my still slick hole with one thrust. He fucked me quick and hard for ten minutes before I felt him cum. He fell back once he was finished, and pulled his still hard cock out of my ass. “Clean me up with you mouth kid. I dropped to my knees, and tasted myself on his hard shaft. He moaned while I worked, and after a while began to grunt that he was going to blow another wad. I swallowed his shaft, and began to milk him like a calf on a teat, until he grabbed my head, and shot off again. He collapsed onto the floor while I followed him down not letting his shaft free of my mouth. I finished milking him dry, and then sat up. He smiled weakly at me, and finally said: “Man that was good. Sitting on top of that fucking vibrating truck diesel all day makes me nuts to get my rocks off. My name is Ernie. You work this motel?”

“I’m Bob. And no I just happen to be staying here tonight. I ride with Al,” and I told him Al’s last name.

“Shit I know Al. How long you been with him?”

“Not long.”

“He’s here tonight?”

“Yeah, just down the hall.”

“What room number. Maybe I’ll drop by and say hello.”

“Well, he might not appreciate it, he’s got company. Another hitcher we picked up on the western slope out of Denver.”

“No shit.”

“Yeah. Like Al says, variety is the spice he likes. I just gave him the room while I was doing Fred and Dell. I don’t know their last names, but they seem to be a couple.”

“You mean tall Fred and short Dell?”

“That’s them. You know them?”

“Everybody knows them. Those two queens have been driving the highways together for twenty years now. How was it?”

“Well, Fred is a bit quick on the draw, but Dell has a lot of endurance, and a big dick.”

“Don’t he though. That man fucked me once over in Texas, and I liked to never get over it. My hole hurt for a week. How’d you take all that cock, a young boy like you?”

“Well, I guess I got good training from Al. He’s hung like a horse, and has a few inches on Dell. Listen, I’m sorry to fuck and run, but I promised Al, I’d be back in the room as soon as I finished.”

“Good deal. Let me get your money. What was it a suck and a fuck right?”

“Two times.” Ernie peeled a hundred bucks off his roll, and handed it to me. “See you around Ernie. I buttoned m pants, and slipped out of the room, leaving him standing there, stroking himself to another hard-on. I felt good, with three hundred bucks ahead for doing nothing but having a little fun with some men. Wow this was going to work out just fine an I’d do alright in the process.

When I got back to the room, I tapped on the door lightly, and listened. All I could hear, was a soft thumping sound. I opened the door a crack, and peeked in. Al had his dick buried in Jessie’s ass, and Jess was on all fours on the bed while Al had his feet planted on the floor. The thumping sound was the headboard of the bed hitting the wall with every thrust Al threw into Jessie’s asshole. Jessie was grinning and grunting quietly as Al fucked him for what was probably the second or third time since I left.

I entered the room, and neither one of them noticed me. I laid down on the spare bed, and watched, tired of my own play time with the three men I’d met in the hall. I wanted to talk to Jess about the money, but didn’t want to break in on what they both were clearly enjoying. I laid there, and squeezed myself through my pants realizing I hadn’t cum after all the sucking and fucking I’d been doing with the others. I wondered if I could get one of my room mates to do me when they finished. I doubted it, realizing that they were both probably just going to be wrung out like rags when they finished. I slipped off the bed unnoticed by either man, and slipped out the door, closing it quietly behind me. I wanted to find somebody fresh to do me like Al was doing Jess.


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Re: Runaway Chapter 8

I agree, Gary, your stories make you feel like you are there taking part. I enjoyo them all.
Vic:=D: :=D: (*8*)
 
Re: Runaway Chapter 8

A great series so far. You are really keeping the interest up.
I look forward to the next chapter.
 
Runaway Chapter 9

Runaway Chapter 9
By
LaloGS​

Fiction


I wandered around the motel floors for a while, and when the coast was clear, I listened at doors to try to hear what was going on inside the various rooms. Occasionally I lucked into somebody getting fucked, which I could tell from the grunts and groans and the squeaking of bed springs or thumping head boards. On the first floor where the male/female couples were housed, there was about an equal amount of sexual activity going on behind closed doors. After awhile, this pastime grew boring, and I went to the front desk to ask the clerk if there was anything to do but watch porn on TV in the place.

“Sure,” he said, pointing to a door at the side of the lobby. “There’s a game room through there and down the hall on the left.” I went through the door indicated, and could hear the sound of video games down the hall. I made my way there, and found a very well stocked video game parlor. Several guys were intent on games, and I walked around watching the play for a while. One younger guy that looked to be about twenty- two or three, was very good at the game he was playing, and was racking up a high score. When his quarter ran out, he posted his name and score on the machine, and his name appeared at the top of the list as high scorer.

“That’s fucking great Marty!” I said to him, impressed with his score. He turned to look at me before dropping another quarter.

“Thanks man. You play?” He dropped the coin into the slot.

“A little, but I’m nowhere close to your skill level.” He chuckled.

“Not many are.” He proceeded to play while I watched his moves.

“Maybe you could teach me some moves?” He glanced at me and smiled.

“Why not? I taught my little brother, and now he’s sometimes better than me.”

“Great, what do I need to do?” He took one hand off the buttons, and motioned for me to step between him and the machine. I took the position, and he told me to take over the buttons so he could observe my action for a little while. I did and soon was racking up scores. The highest I reached, amounted to only about half of his final score, but he said I was doing better all through the play, and there was reason to hope for better scores yet.

I dropped a quarter, and he began to advise me on moves as I played. Soon enough, I was rocking and rolling with the movement of the game. I felt Marty moving with me, and gradually, I thought I could feel a bit of hardness developing against my butt. After the second game ended, I’d gained a few points over my previous score, and before dropping another coin, I reached back and ran my hand over his package, and ascertained a certain swelling there. I looked into his eyes, and he had a delighted look on his face. I smiled back at him, and pushed my butt into his hard-on, and let myself go headlong into the game.

Marty began rocking his hips and pushing his hard-on between my cheeks. I lost control of the game pretty quickly after his movements against my butt caused me to lose my concentration. He leaned down to my ear, and asked if I was interested in a different kind of fun. I nodded, and he said he had a room on the third floor if I wanted to join him. When the game ended, he stepped back, and I followed him with my own hard-on back out to the lobby where we took the elevator to the third floor. His room was a single, with only one bed, but otherwise it was just like the others I’d been in already.

He asked if I wanted a drink, and offered me some rum and coke. I took it and asked if we could tune in the firehouse show on the closed channel TV. He swiped his credit card, and I picked the channel I’d been watching in Dell and Fred’s room. The action had moved along some since Curly and Blondie had gotten it on in the locked equipment room.

Blondie was on his back with a partially clothed fireman, that looked like he spent several hours a day working out, stuffing a huge dick up his ass. Blondie was begging him to fuck him hard and fast.

“Wow,” Marty whistled. I usually don’t watch this shit; but that guy fucking the blond is one hot stud isn’t he?” I quickly filled him in on what I’d seen earlier, as we both stripped off our clothes. Marty was no giant in the dick department, but he was certainly respectable. We laid down across the bed, and watched the film for a few minutes until the fireman pulled his big bone out of Blondie, and spewed cock juice all across his belly, balls and dick. Blondie started gathering up the gobs of cum to use as lube on his own rigid cock to finish himself off. The camera cut to another fireman also partially clothed, watching the fuck scene from behind a door. When his buddy pulled out of Blondie, he stepped through the door, and pushed his friend out of the way, and shoved his thick cock into Blondie’s gaping hole. He slapped Blondie’s hand away from his own cock, and told him he’d make him cum from just fucking him. Blondie grunted that he understood, and the second fireman began to long dick Blondie hard and deep.

Marty reached over and ran his fingers lightly over my quivering cock. I took the hint, and picked his stiff uncut tool up in my hand, and began to stroke him softly. I think we both wanted our fun to be extended as long as possible. I liked his hard tight body, and he obviously was beginning to enjoy himself with mine. He leaned down and sucked my left nipple into his mouth, and sent a shiver through my frame. He switched nipples, and I arched my back with pleasure. He took a good grip on my cock, and raised it up a little, and then licked and kissed his way south until he was face to head with my dick. He opened his mouth, and let me slide into his warm mouth. He dropped his head n my stomach, and gently began to suck. I groaned a little, and twisted myself until I had another grip on his balls. He moaned, and sucked me a little harder.

“Don’t make me cum yet,” I hissed at him through clenched teeth. “I want this to last a while.”

“Ok.” He pulled off my swollen shaft, and left it covered with saliva. A long string of precum stretched from the tip of my cock to his lower lip. “I’m hot to cum myself,” he said. “But It’s been a while since I did, and my trigger is set to shoot, so we have to be gentle or I’ll go off like a cannon.”

“What do you like to do with men?” I leaned over and licked his arm pit. He tasted slightly of sweat, but I could smell he’d recently showered.

“Gee, I don’t know. I’ve read a lot about man to man sex, but I haven’t had much beyond a blow job through a glory hole in a toilet. I’m supposed to be getting married in June, but I realize there’s this side to me I think I need to explore. I don’t know if I’m totally gay or what. I mean I love my girl, and I’d like to have kids with her, but when I’m on the road, I know there are a lot of guys who do each other because they don’t think of it as cheating on their wives and girlfriends back home.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before, but there’s a lot of truckers that just like to get it on with men. You know?”

“I suppose so.”

“So why haven’t you tried it with some of them before now?”

“I don’t know. . .probably just scared I guess.” I ran my tongue over his chest, and covered his right nipple. He jerked under my mouth.

“You like that?” I raised up and tweaked his damp nipple between my thumb and forefinger. He closed his eyes, and nodded.

“Turn over on your stomach, and get up on your hands and knees.” I moved behind him as he did as I told him. “Now what I’m going to do is called rimming. It feels fantastic, and I’ll guarantee your girlfriend won’t ever do it to you. You’re going to love this.” I spread his cheeks, and licked up his crack from the base of his balls to his rosebud.

“Fuuuuck!” He pulled forward a little, but not far enough to disengage with my tongue before he pushed back against my face. “Shit man what re you doing to me. That feels so good, I think I’m going to cum just with that.”

“If you feel like you are, turn over and I’ll take it in my mouth.”

“OK, but don’t stop what you are doing. It feels great.” I continued eating his hole with a passion. He started to tremble and shake as I worked on him. He started groaning and rocking his hips helping me stimulate him. After a few minutes, he began to grunt and gasp for breath. He suddenly seemed to collapse and roll onto his back breaking contact with my tongue. He’d grabbed his swollen cock, and was squeezing it hard. I gobbled his cock head, and he let go with his fist, and the first stinging shot of his hot cum scored the back of my throat. He whined, and I started to suck. He seemed to go on cumming forever, and must have shot ten or eleven gobs of his stuff into my mouth. I swallowed it as best I could, and yet still some escaped from the corners of my mouth and dribbled onto his balls. He lay beneath me shivering and giggling until he stopped blowing his wad. I sucked up off his shaft, and then began to clean the lost cum off his balls. He shivered even more from this, and put his hands on my head while I sucked his nuts clean of his sperm.

After he calmed down, he sighed and resumed more regular breathing. “Man, that felt fucking fantastic.”

“I thought you might like that. I know I do.” I laid down beside him, and looked at the TV. The two firemen were locked in a muscular sixty-nine, clawing and pinching each other’s ass cheeks. Blondie was no longer in the scene. But momentarily, the scene changed, and Blondie was in the shower, being porked by another of the fire crew. His fucker was dark, almost negro, and the contrast of his big black dick going into Blondie’s white, white bunghole, was fascinating to watch. Water was cascading over both their bodies, and the black man was jerking hard on Blondie’s shaft. His swollen cock was beginning to look veiny and worn out. I wondered if they had shot this film all at one go. I mean, how often do you get to make a porn film in a real firehouse with real fire trucks and equipment.

Marty, sighed next to me and laid an arm across my chest. I put my hand on his arm, and turned to look at him. He was a handsome guy, as I said about twenty-two or three, and had a light sifting of hair on his chest. The color of his hair was rusty brown, and not all together unpleasing. His eyes were closed, but I knew from the game room that they were blue, and ringed with thick long lashes. I picked up his hand and kissed it before he lifted it away from me and replaced it on my now soft cock and balls. “Will you teach me to do that?” His voice was still subdued from his climax.

“What? Rimming?” He nodded. “Sure thing. All it takes is the will power to make yourself stick your tongue in a guy’s asshole the first time. You get over it pretty quick, because it fells so good to do. Get up, and I’ll guide you through it.” He lifted himself up on one elbow, and looked down at me. “I’ll stay on my back so I can see what you are doing, and talk you through it. I lifted my legs up to my chest, and reached to spread my cheeks with my hands. He got down on his knees at the foot of the bed, and leaned into me.

“Are you clean?” He looked into my eyes hoping I’d say yes.

“Well, I’ve been fucked several times tonight, but it’s only cum you’ll be eating if you get into sucking it out of me.”

“No shit! Who fucked you?” I told him about my encounters, and he said it was making him hot again knowing he was about to suck four different cum loads out of my hole. I told him how to begin, and he was a fast learner. It wasn’t long before he had me writhing on the bed under his tongue. He must have felt my hole relax and spread open, because he immediately began to suck on the opening while I began to push trying to get the cum out of me. I farted, but he just kept up his assault on my hole. I felt the ooze begin to slide through the opening, and heard him start to slurp it up. This man had potential.

After several minutes of his sucking, I needed more, and told his to fuck me with his dick. He slipped into my wet hole like he’d been doing it all his life. I felt him bottom out, and then begin to rabbit his cock in and out of my ass furiously. “Slow down Marty,” I managed to grunt out. “You can fuck me all night if you want. There’s no hurry. Your cock feels good in my ass.” He was breathing heavily, but did as asked. His strokes became more stately, and longer. He was beginning to enjoy what he was doing and started to experiment with his thrusts. I wrapped my legs around his back, and began to flex my sphincter around his swollen shaft as he worked me toward a satisfying climax.

After some minutes of his giving me what I needed, he began to gasp for air, and I knew he was getting close again. I decided to try to match his climax with my own, and began to talk him through it. When I felt myself climbing to the edge, I told him I was about to do it, and he grunted hissing air into his lungs, and then stiffened his back and shoved his cock balls deep, and started to fill my hole for the sixth time in as many hours.

My cock jerked on my stomach, and I began to spew my cum across my stomach and chest. A big gob landed on my chin, and some shot past my ear and splattered on the headboard of the bed. He pulled back, and thrust into me again, and more of his cum coursed into my hole. I shivered with pleasure and he seemed to relax slightly, and then began to fuck me again.

“This is too fucking good to stop,” he said. His hips were working like a machine driving his still stiff cock in and out of me. Now that he’d cum twice in a few minutes, I thought it would take him a while to work up to another climax, but I liked the feel of his cock working in my guts, and hugged him closed to my sticky chest, and told him to fuck me all night.

The third time he came in me, took about twenty minutes of strong steady fucking, but I managed to get off once more, shooting another sticky load between our now sweaty bodies. He felt my cock flexing as I shot my wad, and automatically he leaned over my face and kissed me on the mouth, probing beyond my teeth, with his hungry tongue. I kissed him back, and we were deeply sucking tongue when he stiffened again, and began pulsing another load of jizz into me. By then, I was feeling satisfied and beginning to be a bit tired. Sleep was at the forefront of my mind, but I wanted to go back to our room to make sure Al didn’t worry about me.

When Marty finally rolled off me, and sighed his own satisfaction, we lay there letting our breathing return to normal, and talked about various things. “Are you a driver,” I asked him.

“Yeah. I inherited the rig from my ol’ man when he retired. I’ve been on the road more or less for a year and a half now. I’m trying to get enough ahead to put a down payment on a house before me and my girl get hitched in June.”

“Where to headed after you leave here?” I sat up, and reached for my pants.

“Frisco. I’ve got a load of airplane parts to be shipped somewhere by boat. How about you? You look a bit young to be pushing a rig.”

“Well, I don’t drive, but I ride along to keep my friend Al company. It’s his rig. We’re headed for Frisco too. Are you going to lay over there for a while to pick up another load?”

“I thought I would. Deadheading don’t make money.”

“That’s what Al says. We’ll be there for a few days as well, because Al wants to take a few days to show me the city, an maybe hook up with a few guys.”

“Is Al your lover?”

“I never thought about it that way, but we certainly make it together, but he likes variety in his sex life. I think I do too. We don’t get in a jealous fit if one of us hooks up with another guy. In fact, last I saw him tonight, he had his dick buried in a hitcher’s ass we picked up on the western slope this afternoon. A young guy named Jessie from Denver. He’s riding to Frisco with us, and I guess paying his was with ass. I fucked him right after we picked him up in the sleeper cab. But then he fucked me too. He’s got a nice dick like yours.” I leaned over and kissed his slightly swollen cock head. I pulled on my t-shirt, and sat on the edge of the bed to pull on my boots. “I got to head out Marty. I need to get some sleep.”

“Yeah, me too. I left a six a.m. wake-up call in the morning. Since I don’t have a rider to keep me company, I need my rest.”

“Maybe we’ll see you in the café for breakfast. We have the same wake-up time.”

“Maybe so.” I leaned across the bed where he was leaning up on his arm, and kissed him again. “You know,” he said, looking into my eyes. “That was the best most satisfying sex I’ve ever had. My girl isn’t even close to being able to make me feel what you made me feel tonight.”

“Yeah. I’ve never had sex with a girl exactly, but one tried to jerk me off once. She acted like it was dirty, and really I had to finish myself. She acted disgusted when I shot my cum all over her hand.”

“Well, that was the best part. I loved feeling your hot cum shooting between us while I was fucking you.”

“Me too. I gotta split, but maybe we’ll see each other in the morning.”

“I’ll make sure of it. I won’t head out until we see each other.”

“Good deal,” I opened the door of his room, and winked at him lying nude on the bed with another boner growing between his legs. He was already watching the firemen on the TV again. The flickering light from the screen played over his taught body, and I decided then and there, before shutting the door, that I wanted to get with him again when I had the chance.

Back in the room, Al and Jess were spooned together under a sheet, quietly snoring when I came in. The Television was going, and giving the only light in the room. The smell of man sex was strong. I stripped quickly and crawled into the second bed, The TV was showing Curly and Blondie being used hard by several big strong firemen. The climactic scene was just starting, The camera was cutting from cock to cock, recording the cum shots as the white stuff began to fly all over the naked bodies wet with sweat and saliva. I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I knew, the phone on the night stand between the beds was ringing with our wake-up call. The TV was broadcasting snow, so after I answered the phone, I used the remote to shut it off, and crawled into bed with Al and Jess.

“Time to get up boys. There’s some one I want you to meet at breakfast.” Al raised his arm and squinted at his watch before he grunted. Jess groaned and rolled over onto his back. His dick was hard with the need to piss.

“let me up Bob. I got to empty my bladder.” I was feeling the same thing, and followed him into the toilet and we stood side by side and pissed into the bowl. Al stumbled in before we were finished, and began to drown out the sound of our streams splashing in the bowl with his gush of urine as thick as my thumb.

I turned on the shower, and stepped under the warm water while Al was still pissing. Jess followed me into the stall, and we both began to soap up. I asked him to scrub my back, and I returned the favor. As sleep began to leave us, and the water made us both more lively, Jess asked me where I’d been all night.

“Mostly asleep on the next bed, but I played until about midnight first with two older men down the hall, then with a horny trucker on the other end of the hall. I came back here briefly and saw Al porking your hole, and since neither of you heard or saw me, I split to see what trouble I could find. I hooked up with a young trucker in the game room, and went back to hi room for some hot sex. He fucked me good, and after he came three times and I came twice with his dick up my butt, I came back here to bed. He’s the one I want you two to meet this morning. He’s headed for Frisco like we are, and I think I want to ride with him while you keep Al company.”

“Sounds like a good deal.” We shut the water off after slucing the soap off, and stepped out to dry off. Al was sitting on the foot of their bed, waiting his turn in the shower, and watching the weather channel.

“Could be were gonna have some rain today,” he said. He stood up, and kissed both of us before heading into the bathroom.

Jess and I dressed in clean clothes, and were channel surfing on the open channels when Al came out drying his hair, and started to get dressed.

“So who is this you want us to meet this morning?” I told him the story, and told him I thought that sense we were all headed to the same terminal in Frisco, I’d like to ride with Marty if he didn’t mind. “Don’t mind at all Bobbie, but I do want you to come home with me. OK?”

“Of course. Marty is getting married in June, but we hit it off pretty good last night, and I’d like to get to know him better. That’s all.”

“Fine. You ride with him, and Jess will keep me company. We’ll see each other tonight in Frisco. He tell you where he’s staying there?”

“No, but where are we planning to stay? I’ll tell him.”

“I’ve already made reservations at a little hotel I’ve stayed in before. Lots of activity there. But if he’s going to get hitched, maybe he won’t like seein’ guys swinging their dicks nude in the halls.”

“Somehow, I don’t think it will get his tit in a wringer.” Al laughed.

“You’re startin’ to sound like a Texan.” He buttoned his jeans, and tucked his shirt in. He sat n the bed and pulled on his boots, and then gathered up his travel bag, and Jess and I grabbed ours, and the three of us headed down to the elevator. On the TV as I was pulling the door shut, a news station weatherman was warning of heavy rains in California causing landslides.


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