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I want Casey for my bf.
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I may have found it late, but, DAMN!, I'm Lovin' this story, too! (That is in addition to "Fit for Life"!) 
Kuli, My Cap'n, in this last month, You have Amazed me beyond words!!
Merry Merry and Happy Happy!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Kuli, My Cap'n, in this last month, You have Amazed me beyond words!!
Merry Merry and Happy Happy!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
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Thanks Kuli, wonderful !!!
More please
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More please
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Is this story over?
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^ No, it's only that I discovered I can't write an ongoing stream of sex scenes without getting disgusted with life and people.
But the sun is out, guys are going without shirts... I ought to get inspired soon enough.
But the sun is out, guys are going without shirts... I ought to get inspired soon enough.
Kuli,
We LIKE it when you get inspired. Don't like it so much that you get disgusted with life and people over it, though.
We LIKE it when you get inspired. Don't like it so much that you get disgusted with life and people over it, though.
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No, what I get disgusted with is just how much of many people's lives are so centered around sex they mangle their futures. So I get sik of writing about sex.
Kuli,
So, does your post in another thread today mean that you've been working on an update to our road warriors, too?
So, does your post in another thread today mean that you've been working on an update to our road warriors, too?
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Yep.
I had no intention of coming back to this yet, but... in my dealing with the issue of possible homelessness, it dawned on me where this goes next. I just have to review what I've written already, and get it all alive in my head again.
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WOW! I wasn't aware that I'd read this before! Even replied in post #44! Wonder what happened to it in my "Subscribed" list? 
THANKS! to "DQ" for sending me the link!
Now, of course, can't wait for MORE!!
Kuli, your story telling abilities Amaze me!! Talk about a change in style, and tone! 
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
THANKS! to "DQ" for sending me the link!
Now, of course, can't wait for MORE!!
Kuli, your story telling abilities Amaze me!!
Talk about a change in style, and tone! Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Some of the best "fiction" is so good because of the amount of reality it includes.
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"This isn't a highway, it's an endurance test", Jaimi griped, wrestling the wheel of the old Dodge to stay on the pavement around yet another surprise turn.
"It's fine, they just don't have enough warning signs", Casey replied.
Silence reigned until another warning sign, all of forty seconds later. "Guys, I'm not safe with this", their driver declared. "I dont drive curvy roads."
"Pull over", Casey responded. "We'll switch."
"We'll get wet", Jaimi replied, unhappily.
"No, I'll get wet", Casey told him, already making his preparation. By the time Jaimi coasted into the first wide spot around the corner -- which he'd taken at five miles per hour under the figure on the yellow sign -- Casey wore nothing but shoes and his braod-brimmed hat. "Scoot", he commanded as he slipped out into driving rain. He remained just long enough to keep Cory, passed out from antihistamines, from falling over.
"He shouldn't be against the door", Jaimi protested.
"He won't be for long", Casey responded, then dashed around to the driver's side. He wished Cory could be awake to watch; personally he thought raindrops running on and then off a fit body were sexier than a guy climbing naked out of a pool. "We're almost to Eddyville. There's a new gas station there with a big awning over the pumps clear to the MiniMart. Oh -- thanks", he said as Jaimi handed him a towel. "Anyway, we'll scoot super-salesman back into the middle, and gas up, too."
Jaimi grinned crookedly. "You're just going to climb out, naked, and walk around the truck." He knew Casey would do precisely that, but he just wasn't used to such boldness. "One of these stops, you're going to get arrested."
Casey dropped the towel in his lap and buckled his seat belt. "I'll get 'em for false arrest. Every cop in the state should know by now there can't be a law against public nudity. Linn, Benton, Lane -- heck, even TIllamook County, where the sheriff is an empire-building dickhead, knows it! And after the Sauvie Island cases, there's no wiggle room for them -- public nudity is freedom of expression under the state Constitution, just as much as singing while you walk down the street or playing a guitar in a city park." He grinned. "Cory helped me look up the court cases on line so I know them by date and docket number, now."
"Sure." The thought of joining Casey excited Jaimi. He judged the angle, but decided with disappointment that sitting in the middle didn't allow him room to try out Casey's cock again. That reminded him of another disappointment: three times he'd gone for getting road head, and three times failed -- twice from Casey, once from Cory. "What are you expressing, besides that you have a big dick?" Frustrated, he lifted the towel, deliberately sliding his hand against that very item as he did.
"Unity with Nature", was the reply. "People are closer to Nature when they drop away the artificial materials and bare themselves to the elements." He frowned briefly. "Hey -- we're getting close to a full moon -- I want to find a grove, and join them."
"I thought a grove was trees", Jaimi said, eyeing Casey's not-quite limp cock. Seeing that gaze, Casey grinned, slid forward in the seat to raise his hips, and spread his legs.
"A grove is what a group of my kind of people is called." He wiggled his hips in invitation. "A lot of us get together for full moons."
"I thought new moons were worshipped", Jaimi responded.
Casey laughed. "We don't worship anything -- we honor stuff. Yeah, new moons are important, but most groves make them serious. Full moons are for fun."
"I didn't know Druids had fun. Or is it an orgy, everybody naked?" Jaimi had been getting hard, looking at Casey's obvious invitation; now the process accelerated.
"My kind of group gets naked", Casey admitted, "but we do that as often as possible, anyway. We're pretty much naturists, but it's like required at rituals." He glanced over at Jaimi's hands, which were adjusting his pants. "Going down on me would be a nice ritual right now, but let's not -- being naked in public is one thing; having a fat wet dick then isn't smart."
"It's not freedom of expression?" Jaimi teased.
"I would say yes, but a sheriff and a judge are likely to call it obscene behavior. And here comes Eddyville."
Jaimi didn't think it was much of a town at first, until he saw the bridge across the stream to the left just before they reached the big bridge with a sign that announced the river below was called Yaquina. Across the small bridge a good-sized high school was visible, and farther along a crisp new building with a sign that said Voten Electronics. The name struck a memory. "Voten -- isn't that the rich guy who decided the economy was heading for trouble, so he decided to use his money to fight unemployment?"
"William Voten. Net worth, eight hundred ninety-seven million." Casey and Jaimi both looked left. Cory kept muttering. "Sank three hundred billion into small industries for small towns. Provided -- damn, I forget how many jobs he provided, but it was five figures." Cory shook his head. "I feel sick. He's actually losing money right now, but the cash flow is good, and in eight more years he'll have the whole bunch of businesses -- the initial costs -- paid for. He diodn't just help the economy, he was smart.
"He sank twenty billion more into fixing roads and other infrastructure everywhere he built his factories and all. That's his real gift to the economy. Well, that and bringing manufacturing jobs back to the U.S. He used robotics enough he competes with everywhere but the Chinese -- and his quality is three times as good, when it isn't four or five."
Casey and Jaimi looked at each other. Casey asked their question because he was looking at Cory. "How the heck do you know all that?"
Cory grinned weakly. "I tried to get a job with their sales division. They said I needed a college degree in a technical field, and more experience. Look at me -- I'm getting more experience!" He gulped. "Casey, I need to throw up."
The plan had just been to pull into the gas station. Given that request, Casey passed it and whipped around to let Cory right into the MiniMart with its bathroom, and most importantly with toilets to throw up in.
Cory felt much better when he came out, enough that the sight of Casey confronted by two sheriff's deputies energized him, striking as a challenge, not trouble. He slipped into the truck -- now at a pump -- and slipped his laptop out of its case.
"... that even on private property, they couldn't be arrested except for trespassing", Casey was concluding as Cory walked up, stopping a pace away, with his laptop.
"But Sauvie Island is supposed to be naked", one deputy -- his shirt said "Lincoln County" -- objected.
"Excuse me, but may I be of assistance?" Cory said. He'd heard the line in a movie, and liked it. This was the first time he'd ever used it, though.
The deputy listening to his partner and Casey blinked at the sight of Cory in nice clothes -- slacks, button-down shirt, and tie, which although not fresh, suggested the wearer was at least repectable. His eyes strayed to the truck and back. "Assistance how?" he asked.
"You're concerned about public nudity", Cory stated -- not at all a question, because Casey's lack of clothes made it obvious. "I can give you rulings from the Oregon Supreme Court. They're available on the internet", he added with the barest hint of a shrug, suggesting he'd just found them to help the deputies with the situation.
The deputy looked interested. "What have you got?" he asked.
"Here are two cases -- City of Nyssa v. Dufloth and State v. Ciancanelli", Cory began, "in 2005...."
"Hey", Casey said softly to the other deputy, "I didn't plan to stand around out here. I know I'm legal, but -- well, was that yellow over there a school bus moving?"
The deputy looked, then looked at his watch. "Yeah, maybe. Okay, get in the truck. Don't go anywhere!" he ordered, the tone making it clear he considered Casey a criminal who might flee.
Casey swung into the passenger's seat. "Hey, my buddy's still in the store. You think I'd leave without him? No, don't answer that", he amended -- and got a glare from the deputy.
Four minutes later, Cory joined them again. Jaimi took the driver's seat, and they pulled away.
Cory handed Casey a yellow piece of paper. "It's a sort-of warning", he related. "Deputy Schiver decided you were legal, but were close to breaking some laws. So this isn't a 'you were breaking a law but we'll let it go this time' warning, it's a 'you almost broke some laws so behave yourself' warning. Which I don't think means crap, legally."
"So look it up on the 'net", Casey said.
"I don't have satellite--"
"Yet", Casey and Jaimi chorused, looked at each other, and laughed.
"Yeah, well, with my good-luck coach and my office maqnager, maybe next week", Cory quipped. Then he scowled. "If I don't have to buy a new truck."
"Now I know you're feeling better", Casey declared. "You're complaining."
"I know something, too", Jaimi announced. "Cory, you could sell shit to a cleaning lady -- that was some sales job back there."
"Huh?" Cory looked confused, besides still a little dopey from the antihistamines.
"With the cops -- the deputies, I mean. You were like a salesman."
Casey agreed. "You were like when you practice, only better. I dunnop about shit to a cleaning lady, but you're good. Getting better, too", he judged. "If you'd been selling copies of the proceedings of the Oregon State Supreme Court, they would've bought." He paused briefly. "And thanks -- I go bare, but I try not to just strut it in front of people who might have a cow. I got checked out by two chicks who should have been in school,and--"
"Home schoolers", Jaimi guessed. "Lots out here." He grinned. "If they were checking you out, they won't tell their parents -- most home schoolers are hard-core hard-case Christian types, and they'll never want their parents to know they found out what Eve had in the Garden."
"Yeah, well, I want what Eve had", Casey quipped.
"Like you don't get enough of it", Cory noted. Jaimi laughed.
"If those brown-shirts hadn't showed up, I was going to get the guy taking a break out back. Nice package!"
"Where -- in the restroom?" Jaimi challenged.
Casey shrugged. "There, or in the propane shed."
"Fuck", Jami swore, and adjusted his pants. "Now I wish I could handle road head -- that sounds hawt!"
"Shit", he said seconds later. "Warning signs. What the fuck do they put a twenty-meep turn on a highway?!"
"Twenty what?" Cory asked, just as Casey said, "Believe this one. It'll be nice when they get the new piece in -- skips lots of corners and this big turn."
"Yeah, and meanwhile, this isn't a highway, it's an endurance test", he pronounced.
"This isn't a highway, it's an endurance test", Jaimi griped, wrestling the wheel of the old Dodge to stay on the pavement around yet another surprise turn.
"It's fine, they just don't have enough warning signs", Casey replied.
Silence reigned until another warning sign, all of forty seconds later. "Guys, I'm not safe with this", their driver declared. "I dont drive curvy roads."
"Pull over", Casey responded. "We'll switch."
"We'll get wet", Jaimi replied, unhappily.
"No, I'll get wet", Casey told him, already making his preparation. By the time Jaimi coasted into the first wide spot around the corner -- which he'd taken at five miles per hour under the figure on the yellow sign -- Casey wore nothing but shoes and his braod-brimmed hat. "Scoot", he commanded as he slipped out into driving rain. He remained just long enough to keep Cory, passed out from antihistamines, from falling over.
"He shouldn't be against the door", Jaimi protested.
"He won't be for long", Casey responded, then dashed around to the driver's side. He wished Cory could be awake to watch; personally he thought raindrops running on and then off a fit body were sexier than a guy climbing naked out of a pool. "We're almost to Eddyville. There's a new gas station there with a big awning over the pumps clear to the MiniMart. Oh -- thanks", he said as Jaimi handed him a towel. "Anyway, we'll scoot super-salesman back into the middle, and gas up, too."
Jaimi grinned crookedly. "You're just going to climb out, naked, and walk around the truck." He knew Casey would do precisely that, but he just wasn't used to such boldness. "One of these stops, you're going to get arrested."
Casey dropped the towel in his lap and buckled his seat belt. "I'll get 'em for false arrest. Every cop in the state should know by now there can't be a law against public nudity. Linn, Benton, Lane -- heck, even TIllamook County, where the sheriff is an empire-building dickhead, knows it! And after the Sauvie Island cases, there's no wiggle room for them -- public nudity is freedom of expression under the state Constitution, just as much as singing while you walk down the street or playing a guitar in a city park." He grinned. "Cory helped me look up the court cases on line so I know them by date and docket number, now."
"Sure." The thought of joining Casey excited Jaimi. He judged the angle, but decided with disappointment that sitting in the middle didn't allow him room to try out Casey's cock again. That reminded him of another disappointment: three times he'd gone for getting road head, and three times failed -- twice from Casey, once from Cory. "What are you expressing, besides that you have a big dick?" Frustrated, he lifted the towel, deliberately sliding his hand against that very item as he did.
"Unity with Nature", was the reply. "People are closer to Nature when they drop away the artificial materials and bare themselves to the elements." He frowned briefly. "Hey -- we're getting close to a full moon -- I want to find a grove, and join them."
"I thought a grove was trees", Jaimi said, eyeing Casey's not-quite limp cock. Seeing that gaze, Casey grinned, slid forward in the seat to raise his hips, and spread his legs.
"A grove is what a group of my kind of people is called." He wiggled his hips in invitation. "A lot of us get together for full moons."
"I thought new moons were worshipped", Jaimi responded.
Casey laughed. "We don't worship anything -- we honor stuff. Yeah, new moons are important, but most groves make them serious. Full moons are for fun."
"I didn't know Druids had fun. Or is it an orgy, everybody naked?" Jaimi had been getting hard, looking at Casey's obvious invitation; now the process accelerated.
"My kind of group gets naked", Casey admitted, "but we do that as often as possible, anyway. We're pretty much naturists, but it's like required at rituals." He glanced over at Jaimi's hands, which were adjusting his pants. "Going down on me would be a nice ritual right now, but let's not -- being naked in public is one thing; having a fat wet dick then isn't smart."
"It's not freedom of expression?" Jaimi teased.
"I would say yes, but a sheriff and a judge are likely to call it obscene behavior. And here comes Eddyville."
Jaimi didn't think it was much of a town at first, until he saw the bridge across the stream to the left just before they reached the big bridge with a sign that announced the river below was called Yaquina. Across the small bridge a good-sized high school was visible, and farther along a crisp new building with a sign that said Voten Electronics. The name struck a memory. "Voten -- isn't that the rich guy who decided the economy was heading for trouble, so he decided to use his money to fight unemployment?"
"William Voten. Net worth, eight hundred ninety-seven million." Casey and Jaimi both looked left. Cory kept muttering. "Sank three hundred billion into small industries for small towns. Provided -- damn, I forget how many jobs he provided, but it was five figures." Cory shook his head. "I feel sick. He's actually losing money right now, but the cash flow is good, and in eight more years he'll have the whole bunch of businesses -- the initial costs -- paid for. He diodn't just help the economy, he was smart.
"He sank twenty billion more into fixing roads and other infrastructure everywhere he built his factories and all. That's his real gift to the economy. Well, that and bringing manufacturing jobs back to the U.S. He used robotics enough he competes with everywhere but the Chinese -- and his quality is three times as good, when it isn't four or five."
Casey and Jaimi looked at each other. Casey asked their question because he was looking at Cory. "How the heck do you know all that?"
Cory grinned weakly. "I tried to get a job with their sales division. They said I needed a college degree in a technical field, and more experience. Look at me -- I'm getting more experience!" He gulped. "Casey, I need to throw up."
The plan had just been to pull into the gas station. Given that request, Casey passed it and whipped around to let Cory right into the MiniMart with its bathroom, and most importantly with toilets to throw up in.
Cory felt much better when he came out, enough that the sight of Casey confronted by two sheriff's deputies energized him, striking as a challenge, not trouble. He slipped into the truck -- now at a pump -- and slipped his laptop out of its case.
"... that even on private property, they couldn't be arrested except for trespassing", Casey was concluding as Cory walked up, stopping a pace away, with his laptop.
"But Sauvie Island is supposed to be naked", one deputy -- his shirt said "Lincoln County" -- objected.
"Excuse me, but may I be of assistance?" Cory said. He'd heard the line in a movie, and liked it. This was the first time he'd ever used it, though.
The deputy listening to his partner and Casey blinked at the sight of Cory in nice clothes -- slacks, button-down shirt, and tie, which although not fresh, suggested the wearer was at least repectable. His eyes strayed to the truck and back. "Assistance how?" he asked.
"You're concerned about public nudity", Cory stated -- not at all a question, because Casey's lack of clothes made it obvious. "I can give you rulings from the Oregon Supreme Court. They're available on the internet", he added with the barest hint of a shrug, suggesting he'd just found them to help the deputies with the situation.
The deputy looked interested. "What have you got?" he asked.
"Here are two cases -- City of Nyssa v. Dufloth and State v. Ciancanelli", Cory began, "in 2005...."
"Hey", Casey said softly to the other deputy, "I didn't plan to stand around out here. I know I'm legal, but -- well, was that yellow over there a school bus moving?"
The deputy looked, then looked at his watch. "Yeah, maybe. Okay, get in the truck. Don't go anywhere!" he ordered, the tone making it clear he considered Casey a criminal who might flee.
Casey swung into the passenger's seat. "Hey, my buddy's still in the store. You think I'd leave without him? No, don't answer that", he amended -- and got a glare from the deputy.
Four minutes later, Cory joined them again. Jaimi took the driver's seat, and they pulled away.
Cory handed Casey a yellow piece of paper. "It's a sort-of warning", he related. "Deputy Schiver decided you were legal, but were close to breaking some laws. So this isn't a 'you were breaking a law but we'll let it go this time' warning, it's a 'you almost broke some laws so behave yourself' warning. Which I don't think means crap, legally."
"So look it up on the 'net", Casey said.
"I don't have satellite--"
"Yet", Casey and Jaimi chorused, looked at each other, and laughed.
"Yeah, well, with my good-luck coach and my office maqnager, maybe next week", Cory quipped. Then he scowled. "If I don't have to buy a new truck."
"Now I know you're feeling better", Casey declared. "You're complaining."
"I know something, too", Jaimi announced. "Cory, you could sell shit to a cleaning lady -- that was some sales job back there."
"Huh?" Cory looked confused, besides still a little dopey from the antihistamines.
"With the cops -- the deputies, I mean. You were like a salesman."
Casey agreed. "You were like when you practice, only better. I dunnop about shit to a cleaning lady, but you're good. Getting better, too", he judged. "If you'd been selling copies of the proceedings of the Oregon State Supreme Court, they would've bought." He paused briefly. "And thanks -- I go bare, but I try not to just strut it in front of people who might have a cow. I got checked out by two chicks who should have been in school,and--"
"Home schoolers", Jaimi guessed. "Lots out here." He grinned. "If they were checking you out, they won't tell their parents -- most home schoolers are hard-core hard-case Christian types, and they'll never want their parents to know they found out what Eve had in the Garden."
"Yeah, well, I want what Eve had", Casey quipped.
"Like you don't get enough of it", Cory noted. Jaimi laughed.
"If those brown-shirts hadn't showed up, I was going to get the guy taking a break out back. Nice package!"
"Where -- in the restroom?" Jaimi challenged.
Casey shrugged. "There, or in the propane shed."
"Fuck", Jami swore, and adjusted his pants. "Now I wish I could handle road head -- that sounds hawt!"
"Shit", he said seconds later. "Warning signs. What the fuck do they put a twenty-meep turn on a highway?!"
"Twenty what?" Cory asked, just as Casey said, "Believe this one. It'll be nice when they get the new piece in -- skips lots of corners and this big turn."
"Yeah, and meanwhile, this isn't a highway, it's an endurance test", he pronounced.
Kuli,
It's good to catch up with the guys.
And, Lefty's right - there's definitely a lot in here that sounds awfully close to home - just need to get you to where you could sell shit to a cleaning lady, lol.
Road Head - talk about your distracting activities while driving, lol.
It's good to catch up with the guys.
And, Lefty's right - there's definitely a lot in here that sounds awfully close to home - just need to get you to where you could sell shit to a cleaning lady, lol.
Road Head - talk about your distracting activities while driving, lol.
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Kuli,
It's good to catch up with the guys.
And, Lefty's right - there's definitely a lot in here that sounds awfully close to home - just need to get you to where you could sell shit to a cleaning lady, lol.
Road Head - talk about your distracting activities while driving, lol.
So far every road they've driven is one I know.
OTOH, it's amazing how good a description of a place you can get using Google Earth......
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Jaimi frowned at Cory's notes. "Your conference is at the Embarcadero. Why are we staying here?"
"Tell me the name of our motel", Cory fired back. He was arguing with the controls on the TV/VCR/DVD unit, and didn't look away.
"The Summer Wind", Jaimi answered.
"The Summer Wind Budget Motel", Casey sang out. "Which is why we have just one king-sized bed."
"No, we have one king-sized bed so you can drool over Cory but blow me because he needs his sleep before tomorrow", Jaimi retorted in a businesslike voice. "But Cory's been earning bucks like -- oh, you don't get paid until the first?"
"Check's cut the first. Hits my PO box the fourth", Cory replied, his voice cheerful. "Okay, I just got us the fourth tier. How about 'Wild World of Naked Sports'?"
"Naked male sports", Casey corrected. "Bouncing boobs are boring, babe."
"And dangling dicks are divine, dude?"
"Ooh, good!" Casey called back, from the room's little half-closet. "Okay, all clothes are hung. "Cory, I'm taking your slacks to that laundry hole -- they have an ironing board."
"Kool. Jaimi, you want naked soccer or naked ice hockey?"
"Gawd -- just thinking about naked ice hockey makes my balls shrink. Make it soccer. Who's playing? I mean, are these real teams, or do they find people willing to play for a hundred bucks?"
"I dunno. This is co-ed. Says one team is naturists from midwest universities, the other is a young businessmen's club."
"Boobies and dicks. It's good -- I'm not allergic to either one."
"You sure like Casey's", Cory replied, setting the channel and diving for the bed. "Like an addict with a good hit."
Jaimi snorted. "I've had more sex with you guys than all the rest of my life. Never knew what I liked, really. Lost my virginity to a senior when I was a freshman -- she was horny, I needed some extra credit. She was the class TA. It was nice, but didn't really excite me. I banged Lita like three times 'cause she seemed like she needed it. With guys" -- he shrugged -- "some rubbing and cumming on each other, and hand jobs." He grinned. "Maybe I'm making up for lost time."
"Maybe you found what you actually like", Cory suggested. "Though Casey says he can't decide if you go wild more from my tongue dance or throat flutter."
Jaimi rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling. "For just pleasure, the tongue dance. For shooting my load, the throat flutter." On impulse, he undid his belt and slipped out of his pants. "You?"
Cory looked embarrassed. "Maybe it's dumb, but what I like best is the way his hands knead my butt when he's all down and going for my juice."
"Serious?" Jaimi rolled over, partly to add some pressure to his reaction to the mention of hands kneading a butt. "Blow me and show me how he does it?" He reached and rubbed the mound in Cory's crotch.
He couldn't believe Cory hesitated. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm dead. I cum, I go to sleep. I was leaving it for Casey. I go down on you, I'll want to cum. Sorry."
"Fuck." Jaimi was seriously disappointed. "How about rubbing -- crotch to crotch?"
Cory shook his head. "Anywhere but my crotch or face. Um, or butt."
They were both laughing when Casey stormed in and slammed the door. Their tall friend took in the sight of Jaimi pumping away, his cock erection clamped under Cory's right armpit. He tossed his burden, two sets of nicely pressed slacks, on a single hangar, and was out of pants and boxers when he reached the bed. Planting his lips against Cory's armpit, he sucked, tongue flicking in frantic fashion.
When Jaimi called that he was almost there, Casey tipped Cory out of the way, pushed Jaimi down, and rubbed hard, crotch to crotch. His mouth and tongue wandered Jaimi's face while his hips pumped. The arching of Jaimi's hips up off the mattress got him moving faster. Lubed by fresh cum, his cock rubbed hard and frantically. Jaimi could sense his urgency -- so could Cory, which was why they'd just cooperated. In something under a minute Casey cried out. Instead of pressing harder against Jaimi, he did a push-up. Warm white cum spurted across smooth abs and chest, but it didn't stay there long; Casey sighed and sank back to lick it all up. Cory kep his concern quiet, settling for grabbing a hand towel to wipe up moisture traces.
"Okay, what's up?" he asked when Casey rolled clear and stretched out, arm over his eyes.
"Kid at the laundry. Fucking HAWT! I'm in my boxers, ironing my slacks, okay? He laughed, dumped a load in a washer, and added his own pants. Then he comes over and stands right next to me and asks me to tell him how to iron things. So I'm explaining, and he starts rubbing his hip against mine. Fuck!"
"What's the trouble? Sounds like fun for you", Jaimi commented.
"My cock was sneaking out the hole in my boxers. I looked him over, and a bell went off. I asked how old he was. He said seventeen, but he wouldn't tell anyone. He wanted me to fuck him, behind the driers."
Jaimi whistled. "Dangerous, huh?"
"Fuck dangerous. He was pissed when I told him to shove off."
Cory flopped across his friend and grabbed the room phone, punching zero. "Hey? Yeah. I'm in 214. Some kid just tried to jump my friend. In the laundry area. He must be a guest, he dumped laundry in a washer. Dumped his pants, too. Okay. Yeah, thanks."
Casey's face was covered by his own hands when Cory hung up. Jaimi was frowning. "Shouldn't you have called the cops?" he asked.
Cory snorted. "It's no crime for a kid to hit on an adult. But he can claim it was Casey's fault. I'm trying to cover Casey's ass."
"I shouldn't have taken my pants off", Casey muttered from behind his hands. "Stupid."
"Maybe. But it's your right, right?"
"Right -- but not polite. Not smart. Do you think the motel people will do anything?"
"I dunno. What do you want them to do?"
"Shove the kid in the machine with his laundry", Casey snapped. "You know how stupid the law is? If he'd handed me a thousand bucks, and I said no, so he hit me over the head and then blew me, it would still be my fault!"
"That's fucked up", Jaimi exclaimed, astonished. "He tries to bribe you and knocks you out, and it's your fault?!"
"Yeah. I learned that when I was a kid, sixteen, all hot for this college guy who was twenty. He found someone for me, after he made me read the law. I kinda fell for one of his friends who was seventeen -- that ended one second before midnight before his eighteenth birthday; I started the blow job and the guy I had the hots for finished. Stupid law."
Cory kissed his friend's chest. "Don't stress till you have to -- that's what you tell me about presentations."
Casey snorted. "Yeah. A sales speech isn't like facing prison for not doing anything." Neither Cory nor Jaimi could think of a response to that.
Some time later a knock came on the door. Cory answered it. Outside stood a kid in just boxers, with a taller guy who looked practically like a twin, though more muscled -- the latter was evident through his snug shirt.
"You're the kid from the laundry", was what Cory wanted to say. Instead, he asked, "Why are you here?"
"I'm Brendan", the tall one said. "Can we come in?" Cory nodded; Brendan manhandled the other in ahead of him, then stood looking at the two on the bed, who'd pulled pants on fast when the knock came.
"Which one of you was in the laundry, in boxers with his dick out?" Brendan asked.
"Why are you here?" Cory repeated, stepping between the two and the bed. "Tell me that, or you get no answers."
Brendan took a breath but held it a moment instead of saying anything. Then he shoved the opther into a chair. "Stay", he ordered, steel in his voice. Then he turned back to Cory.
"My brother Tim", he said, hooking a thumb at the one he'd brought. "Staff caught him behind the driers, wanking it. The office had a call from here about trouble there, so they told me -- said they didn't want any police. Tim tells the truth, when I threaten to bite his toes."
"He really bites, too", Tim related unhappily. "Hard."
"'Cause you're a brat, brother." He switched back to Cory. "He says he went into the laundry and a cute guy was ironing in just his boxers, and he could see his dick. It turned him on, he he made a move. Guy stormed off, left Tim standing there hard and hurtin', so he went back behind the machines and beat his meat. Staff caught him, threatened to have us throwhn out." He glared at his brother. "We can't afford that -- Mom can't handle it... asshole."
"His asshole is what he offered me", Casey announced. "Did he tell you that?"
"No." He tapped a toe, arms crossing on his chest. "Little bro, what won't you fuck? Oh, wait -- now you want to be fucked! When did that start?"
"I like sex", Tim muttered.
"So do I, but I have respect for other people", Brendan snapped.
"I wouldn't have told anyone!"
"You're an idiot", Brendan growled. "You don't have to -- what if Mom heard? Jesus! Pay attention to the world -- all it takes is an accusation. Dude, you were scared he'd lie because he was mad, right?" he asked Casey.
"Yeah." If looks could screw, Tim's asshole would have been in pain.
Brendan quieted some. "Yeah. That's not a worry. He just gets pissed when he things he's going to get some aqnd doesn't." When everyone looked at him, Tim nodded miserably. "So -- I don't suppose an apology is enough?"
Casey had already assessed him. "You know my dick wasn't showing till Tim rubbed himself against me."
An eyebrow went up. "A guy got you hard?"
"Yeah. It happens to some of us."
Brendan chuckled. "I've heard. You mean you want some anyway?"
"With a minor? No way. But he has a hot brother."
Brendan shook his head. "I don't touch dicks, and dicks don't touch me. Sorry. Tim, apologize."
Tim stammered out an apology. It wasn't terribly coherent, but Casey accepted it. "Send him to the room", he requested of Brendan.
"Tim -- room. I'll finish the laundry." Time went.
"How long, when you're hard?" Casey asked Brendan.
Brendan looked nervous. "You think I've measured? Jesus!"
Cory laughed softly. "He wants to blow you, dude. He likes a hard one in his throat. No dicks touching you."
Brendan looked a little flustered. "You really think I'm hot?" he asked Casey.
"Definitely. My throat itches just looking at you."
That brought confusion. "Your throat itches???"
Jaimi cracked up. "That's his way of saying he hopes you have a long cock to reach down there and scratch it deep." He gave Brendan an even look. "We could measure it."
'I...." Brendan licked his lips. "A couple guys hit on me in high school, but...."
"Guys really do give better head", Cory offered. "And Casey really will swallow all you've got."
"Um... swallow?" Uncertainty and nervousness had Brendan take a step backwards.
"Your whole cock -- and your load, when you come", Cory explained. "Any girl ever done that?"
"Amy said it was too long. She only sucked the top", Brendan confessed, not really meaning to open up that way.\
"Long sounds good", Casey said. "Want a demonstration?"
"Demonstration???"
"He'll do me", Cory answered. "Here -- I can show you how much goes in his throat." He dropped his pants, revealing he was already hard. Fingers around theshaft marked a length. "All this goes in his throat. It's awesome -- like nothing you've ever felt. You should try it -- it'll be better than anything you've ever had."
Breandan stood there, breathing hard. "Tim really turned you on?" he asked, swallowing hard after.
"Yeah -- bastard", Casey affirmed.
"Shit." He undid his pants. "Okay, here's how long I get." He stroked, but fruitlessly despite determination.
"Close your eyes", Cory instructed. When Brendan did, he slid in and breathed into Brendan's crotch. With a second breath he aimed the air. Brendan gasped, then sucked air as the result Cory wanted occurred.
"Damn -- that's over eight inches!" Casey whispered.
Cory rolled grabbed his pants, and pulled out a small tape measure. "Be prepared", he declared, mockingly. "Breandan, hold still", he ordered, and -- without touching -- measured... and whistled. "Eight and almost three quarters", he announced.
"Me want", Casey murmured.
"You can get it in your throat?" Brendan asked huskily.
"Yep. If you're up for it, come flop down on the bed."
Breathing hard, Brendan went and sat on the bed. He unhooked his belt and pulled his pants down onto his thighs. "Okay -- to make it up to you, Tim turning you on." They pretended to believe him. Jaimi gently took his shoulders and pulled him back.
Casey decided a warm-up wouldn't work. He assessed the bright pink head in front of him, opened wide, and set his tongue to fluttering. Lips and tongue made contact at the same time... Brendan's back arched. Cory slipped his hands under and caught the descending buns. As Casey's head began to bob, Cory applied gentle massage. He grinned as Jaimi slid hands along the firm hips and stroked.
"Three at once.... oh, gawd!" Brendan groaned.
"You like the hands, or want a tongue?" Jaimi asked.
"Tongue! Shit -- both!" Brendan gasped.
The worst moment was when Brendan jerked, bumping Jaimi, whose head banged into Casey's. That led to what Brendan said after made him think he was going to die: Casey decided he'd be safer from the other angle, so he pivoted without letting go, and punged all the way down. Nose met abs, painfully but blissfully. Cory grinned; from experience, he knew that Casey went into Nirvana at that point. But it couldn't last -- well, the impact didn't, but knowing that Casey was now rippling his throat muscles prompted him to ripple his fingers under those firm buns. Brendan moaned, gasped, yelped....
"Inbound!" their guest gasped. Jaimi laughed, Cory grinned, Casey came up for air. "In my throat?" he asked, sucking air hard while one of Jaimi's hands joined his in playing with the saliva-wet weapon.
"Gawd, yes!" Brendan laughed, a bit bitterly. "Probably the only time in my life that'll happen."
Casey chuckled. "I'll give you my e-mail", he declared, then dove back down to work.
Jaimi counted. It took just eleven seconds till Brendan's hand's slammed down on Casey's skull, pressing as his hips rose a foot and a half off the mattress. The sound he made was like a siren, but it meant pleasure.
"Ouch", Casey announced softly ten seconds later. "Wow -- that fourth thrust... I thought you were going to break my jaw." He rubbed that item.
"Sorry", Brendan apologized. "I've never come like that", he confessed sheepishly.
"Don't apologize", Casey told him. "It means you enjoyed it. I sure did. Damn -- if you can get hard again, I'd love another round."
"Um... shit, I have to get back. Tim will wonder. But....."
"Meet you in the laundry room later?" Casey asked teasingly.
Brendan laughed. "What the hell -- I do have to finish it. Half an hour?"
"Sure. I'll bring reinforcements to keep an eye out."
Casey's breath smelled of cum -- predictably, since he'd just blown Cory and taken it on his tongue. He planted a soft kiss on Cory's cheek. "Buddy, you're awesome. I never would have thought of tipping Brendan into a laundry cart full of towels to get the angle right." Cory sighed and turned to plant a peck on his friend's lips. "I try", he declared.
"You do more than try", Casey disagreed. "Now sleep -- tomorrow you have to get a different angle right."
Jaimi frowned at Cory's notes. "Your conference is at the Embarcadero. Why are we staying here?"
"Tell me the name of our motel", Cory fired back. He was arguing with the controls on the TV/VCR/DVD unit, and didn't look away.
"The Summer Wind", Jaimi answered.
"The Summer Wind Budget Motel", Casey sang out. "Which is why we have just one king-sized bed."
"No, we have one king-sized bed so you can drool over Cory but blow me because he needs his sleep before tomorrow", Jaimi retorted in a businesslike voice. "But Cory's been earning bucks like -- oh, you don't get paid until the first?"
"Check's cut the first. Hits my PO box the fourth", Cory replied, his voice cheerful. "Okay, I just got us the fourth tier. How about 'Wild World of Naked Sports'?"
"Naked male sports", Casey corrected. "Bouncing boobs are boring, babe."
"And dangling dicks are divine, dude?"
"Ooh, good!" Casey called back, from the room's little half-closet. "Okay, all clothes are hung. "Cory, I'm taking your slacks to that laundry hole -- they have an ironing board."
"Kool. Jaimi, you want naked soccer or naked ice hockey?"
"Gawd -- just thinking about naked ice hockey makes my balls shrink. Make it soccer. Who's playing? I mean, are these real teams, or do they find people willing to play for a hundred bucks?"
"I dunno. This is co-ed. Says one team is naturists from midwest universities, the other is a young businessmen's club."
"Boobies and dicks. It's good -- I'm not allergic to either one."
"You sure like Casey's", Cory replied, setting the channel and diving for the bed. "Like an addict with a good hit."
Jaimi snorted. "I've had more sex with you guys than all the rest of my life. Never knew what I liked, really. Lost my virginity to a senior when I was a freshman -- she was horny, I needed some extra credit. She was the class TA. It was nice, but didn't really excite me. I banged Lita like three times 'cause she seemed like she needed it. With guys" -- he shrugged -- "some rubbing and cumming on each other, and hand jobs." He grinned. "Maybe I'm making up for lost time."
"Maybe you found what you actually like", Cory suggested. "Though Casey says he can't decide if you go wild more from my tongue dance or throat flutter."
Jaimi rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling. "For just pleasure, the tongue dance. For shooting my load, the throat flutter." On impulse, he undid his belt and slipped out of his pants. "You?"
Cory looked embarrassed. "Maybe it's dumb, but what I like best is the way his hands knead my butt when he's all down and going for my juice."
"Serious?" Jaimi rolled over, partly to add some pressure to his reaction to the mention of hands kneading a butt. "Blow me and show me how he does it?" He reached and rubbed the mound in Cory's crotch.
He couldn't believe Cory hesitated. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm dead. I cum, I go to sleep. I was leaving it for Casey. I go down on you, I'll want to cum. Sorry."
"Fuck." Jaimi was seriously disappointed. "How about rubbing -- crotch to crotch?"
Cory shook his head. "Anywhere but my crotch or face. Um, or butt."
They were both laughing when Casey stormed in and slammed the door. Their tall friend took in the sight of Jaimi pumping away, his cock erection clamped under Cory's right armpit. He tossed his burden, two sets of nicely pressed slacks, on a single hangar, and was out of pants and boxers when he reached the bed. Planting his lips against Cory's armpit, he sucked, tongue flicking in frantic fashion.
When Jaimi called that he was almost there, Casey tipped Cory out of the way, pushed Jaimi down, and rubbed hard, crotch to crotch. His mouth and tongue wandered Jaimi's face while his hips pumped. The arching of Jaimi's hips up off the mattress got him moving faster. Lubed by fresh cum, his cock rubbed hard and frantically. Jaimi could sense his urgency -- so could Cory, which was why they'd just cooperated. In something under a minute Casey cried out. Instead of pressing harder against Jaimi, he did a push-up. Warm white cum spurted across smooth abs and chest, but it didn't stay there long; Casey sighed and sank back to lick it all up. Cory kep his concern quiet, settling for grabbing a hand towel to wipe up moisture traces.
"Okay, what's up?" he asked when Casey rolled clear and stretched out, arm over his eyes.
"Kid at the laundry. Fucking HAWT! I'm in my boxers, ironing my slacks, okay? He laughed, dumped a load in a washer, and added his own pants. Then he comes over and stands right next to me and asks me to tell him how to iron things. So I'm explaining, and he starts rubbing his hip against mine. Fuck!"
"What's the trouble? Sounds like fun for you", Jaimi commented.
"My cock was sneaking out the hole in my boxers. I looked him over, and a bell went off. I asked how old he was. He said seventeen, but he wouldn't tell anyone. He wanted me to fuck him, behind the driers."
Jaimi whistled. "Dangerous, huh?"
"Fuck dangerous. He was pissed when I told him to shove off."
Cory flopped across his friend and grabbed the room phone, punching zero. "Hey? Yeah. I'm in 214. Some kid just tried to jump my friend. In the laundry area. He must be a guest, he dumped laundry in a washer. Dumped his pants, too. Okay. Yeah, thanks."
Casey's face was covered by his own hands when Cory hung up. Jaimi was frowning. "Shouldn't you have called the cops?" he asked.
Cory snorted. "It's no crime for a kid to hit on an adult. But he can claim it was Casey's fault. I'm trying to cover Casey's ass."
"I shouldn't have taken my pants off", Casey muttered from behind his hands. "Stupid."
"Maybe. But it's your right, right?"
"Right -- but not polite. Not smart. Do you think the motel people will do anything?"
"I dunno. What do you want them to do?"
"Shove the kid in the machine with his laundry", Casey snapped. "You know how stupid the law is? If he'd handed me a thousand bucks, and I said no, so he hit me over the head and then blew me, it would still be my fault!"
"That's fucked up", Jaimi exclaimed, astonished. "He tries to bribe you and knocks you out, and it's your fault?!"
"Yeah. I learned that when I was a kid, sixteen, all hot for this college guy who was twenty. He found someone for me, after he made me read the law. I kinda fell for one of his friends who was seventeen -- that ended one second before midnight before his eighteenth birthday; I started the blow job and the guy I had the hots for finished. Stupid law."
Cory kissed his friend's chest. "Don't stress till you have to -- that's what you tell me about presentations."
Casey snorted. "Yeah. A sales speech isn't like facing prison for not doing anything." Neither Cory nor Jaimi could think of a response to that.
Some time later a knock came on the door. Cory answered it. Outside stood a kid in just boxers, with a taller guy who looked practically like a twin, though more muscled -- the latter was evident through his snug shirt.
"You're the kid from the laundry", was what Cory wanted to say. Instead, he asked, "Why are you here?"
"I'm Brendan", the tall one said. "Can we come in?" Cory nodded; Brendan manhandled the other in ahead of him, then stood looking at the two on the bed, who'd pulled pants on fast when the knock came.
"Which one of you was in the laundry, in boxers with his dick out?" Brendan asked.
"Why are you here?" Cory repeated, stepping between the two and the bed. "Tell me that, or you get no answers."
Brendan took a breath but held it a moment instead of saying anything. Then he shoved the opther into a chair. "Stay", he ordered, steel in his voice. Then he turned back to Cory.
"My brother Tim", he said, hooking a thumb at the one he'd brought. "Staff caught him behind the driers, wanking it. The office had a call from here about trouble there, so they told me -- said they didn't want any police. Tim tells the truth, when I threaten to bite his toes."
"He really bites, too", Tim related unhappily. "Hard."
"'Cause you're a brat, brother." He switched back to Cory. "He says he went into the laundry and a cute guy was ironing in just his boxers, and he could see his dick. It turned him on, he he made a move. Guy stormed off, left Tim standing there hard and hurtin', so he went back behind the machines and beat his meat. Staff caught him, threatened to have us throwhn out." He glared at his brother. "We can't afford that -- Mom can't handle it... asshole."
"His asshole is what he offered me", Casey announced. "Did he tell you that?"
"No." He tapped a toe, arms crossing on his chest. "Little bro, what won't you fuck? Oh, wait -- now you want to be fucked! When did that start?"
"I like sex", Tim muttered.
"So do I, but I have respect for other people", Brendan snapped.
"I wouldn't have told anyone!"
"You're an idiot", Brendan growled. "You don't have to -- what if Mom heard? Jesus! Pay attention to the world -- all it takes is an accusation. Dude, you were scared he'd lie because he was mad, right?" he asked Casey.
"Yeah." If looks could screw, Tim's asshole would have been in pain.
Brendan quieted some. "Yeah. That's not a worry. He just gets pissed when he things he's going to get some aqnd doesn't." When everyone looked at him, Tim nodded miserably. "So -- I don't suppose an apology is enough?"
Casey had already assessed him. "You know my dick wasn't showing till Tim rubbed himself against me."
An eyebrow went up. "A guy got you hard?"
"Yeah. It happens to some of us."
Brendan chuckled. "I've heard. You mean you want some anyway?"
"With a minor? No way. But he has a hot brother."
Brendan shook his head. "I don't touch dicks, and dicks don't touch me. Sorry. Tim, apologize."
Tim stammered out an apology. It wasn't terribly coherent, but Casey accepted it. "Send him to the room", he requested of Brendan.
"Tim -- room. I'll finish the laundry." Time went.
"How long, when you're hard?" Casey asked Brendan.
Brendan looked nervous. "You think I've measured? Jesus!"
Cory laughed softly. "He wants to blow you, dude. He likes a hard one in his throat. No dicks touching you."
Brendan looked a little flustered. "You really think I'm hot?" he asked Casey.
"Definitely. My throat itches just looking at you."
That brought confusion. "Your throat itches???"
Jaimi cracked up. "That's his way of saying he hopes you have a long cock to reach down there and scratch it deep." He gave Brendan an even look. "We could measure it."
'I...." Brendan licked his lips. "A couple guys hit on me in high school, but...."
"Guys really do give better head", Cory offered. "And Casey really will swallow all you've got."
"Um... swallow?" Uncertainty and nervousness had Brendan take a step backwards.
"Your whole cock -- and your load, when you come", Cory explained. "Any girl ever done that?"
"Amy said it was too long. She only sucked the top", Brendan confessed, not really meaning to open up that way.\
"Long sounds good", Casey said. "Want a demonstration?"
"Demonstration???"
"He'll do me", Cory answered. "Here -- I can show you how much goes in his throat." He dropped his pants, revealing he was already hard. Fingers around theshaft marked a length. "All this goes in his throat. It's awesome -- like nothing you've ever felt. You should try it -- it'll be better than anything you've ever had."
Breandan stood there, breathing hard. "Tim really turned you on?" he asked, swallowing hard after.
"Yeah -- bastard", Casey affirmed.
"Shit." He undid his pants. "Okay, here's how long I get." He stroked, but fruitlessly despite determination.
"Close your eyes", Cory instructed. When Brendan did, he slid in and breathed into Brendan's crotch. With a second breath he aimed the air. Brendan gasped, then sucked air as the result Cory wanted occurred.
"Damn -- that's over eight inches!" Casey whispered.
Cory rolled grabbed his pants, and pulled out a small tape measure. "Be prepared", he declared, mockingly. "Breandan, hold still", he ordered, and -- without touching -- measured... and whistled. "Eight and almost three quarters", he announced.
"Me want", Casey murmured.
"You can get it in your throat?" Brendan asked huskily.
"Yep. If you're up for it, come flop down on the bed."
Breathing hard, Brendan went and sat on the bed. He unhooked his belt and pulled his pants down onto his thighs. "Okay -- to make it up to you, Tim turning you on." They pretended to believe him. Jaimi gently took his shoulders and pulled him back.
Casey decided a warm-up wouldn't work. He assessed the bright pink head in front of him, opened wide, and set his tongue to fluttering. Lips and tongue made contact at the same time... Brendan's back arched. Cory slipped his hands under and caught the descending buns. As Casey's head began to bob, Cory applied gentle massage. He grinned as Jaimi slid hands along the firm hips and stroked.
"Three at once.... oh, gawd!" Brendan groaned.
"You like the hands, or want a tongue?" Jaimi asked.
"Tongue! Shit -- both!" Brendan gasped.
The worst moment was when Brendan jerked, bumping Jaimi, whose head banged into Casey's. That led to what Brendan said after made him think he was going to die: Casey decided he'd be safer from the other angle, so he pivoted without letting go, and punged all the way down. Nose met abs, painfully but blissfully. Cory grinned; from experience, he knew that Casey went into Nirvana at that point. But it couldn't last -- well, the impact didn't, but knowing that Casey was now rippling his throat muscles prompted him to ripple his fingers under those firm buns. Brendan moaned, gasped, yelped....
"Inbound!" their guest gasped. Jaimi laughed, Cory grinned, Casey came up for air. "In my throat?" he asked, sucking air hard while one of Jaimi's hands joined his in playing with the saliva-wet weapon.
"Gawd, yes!" Brendan laughed, a bit bitterly. "Probably the only time in my life that'll happen."
Casey chuckled. "I'll give you my e-mail", he declared, then dove back down to work.
Jaimi counted. It took just eleven seconds till Brendan's hand's slammed down on Casey's skull, pressing as his hips rose a foot and a half off the mattress. The sound he made was like a siren, but it meant pleasure.
"Ouch", Casey announced softly ten seconds later. "Wow -- that fourth thrust... I thought you were going to break my jaw." He rubbed that item.
"Sorry", Brendan apologized. "I've never come like that", he confessed sheepishly.
"Don't apologize", Casey told him. "It means you enjoyed it. I sure did. Damn -- if you can get hard again, I'd love another round."
"Um... shit, I have to get back. Tim will wonder. But....."
"Meet you in the laundry room later?" Casey asked teasingly.
Brendan laughed. "What the hell -- I do have to finish it. Half an hour?"
"Sure. I'll bring reinforcements to keep an eye out."
Casey's breath smelled of cum -- predictably, since he'd just blown Cory and taken it on his tongue. He planted a soft kiss on Cory's cheek. "Buddy, you're awesome. I never would have thought of tipping Brendan into a laundry cart full of towels to get the angle right." Cory sighed and turned to plant a peck on his friend's lips. "I try", he declared.
"You do more than try", Casey disagreed. "Now sleep -- tomorrow you have to get a different angle right."
Kuli,
A Fan-(almost)FUCKING-tastic chapter.
This was LOTS of fun.
Older Bro having to "make amends" for his sib's indiscretions - it was such a "painful" experience for him.
Straight? I used to be straight, but if that's what it's like to be gay, count me in!
I wouldn't mind taking the "punishment" for them, lol.
A Fan-(almost)FUCKING-tastic chapter.
This was LOTS of fun.
Older Bro having to "make amends" for his sib's indiscretions - it was such a "painful" experience for him.
Straight? I used to be straight, but if that's what it's like to be gay, count me in!
I wouldn't mind taking the "punishment" for them, lol.