TAKING CARE OF JASON
Chapter 41
Jason scared the crap out of Rob. We all knew that. Right from the very first day when they met in that playing field at college when Jason rescued me from old Smelly Crotch Will and his cronies. And later in the college parking lot when Jason had a petrified Rob by the throat and would have ripped his head off if I hadn't begged him to let Rob. (I'm surprised he didn't shit his pants that day.) And even that day on the bank of the creek when Rob watched Jason ravaging me as if he was fucking a watermelon. Yup. Jason scared the crap out of Rob. No doubt about it.
Makes sense, I suppose. At least from my point of view. I mean, I'm a fair bit bigger than Rob is and Jason intimidated
me before I really got to know him. He's a rather imposing figure, especially to someone like Rob who looks at Jason and only sees a guy who is big enough that he could squish him like a bug with his baby finger. It wasn't so much that Rob was afraid of Jason as he was afraid of Jason having sex with him. In his mind, Jason would either choke Rob to death with his cock shoved down his throat or he'd rip Rob's ass apart with it. Whichever way he looked at it, Rob wouldn't be the man he was after Jason had a go at him. . . in his mind.
Granted, Rob had seen the more gentle and tender side of Jason since that day, but that had never made him any less afraid of him. That's why we were so surprised when Rob unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed onto his knees beside me on the front seat of the car, leaned across me, and buried Jason's cock - the very slab of meat that terrified him the most - down his throat until his left cheek wore Jason's pubic beard and Jason's balls sprouted out of the other cheek. A lot of noisy slurping and sucking sounds could be heard even over the sound of the engine and the wind whistling through the open windows.
Jason looked at me and smiled. "Wow," he said. "He's good."
"Tell me about it," I smiled back at him.
Jason returned his attention to the street in front of us as the face in his lap started sliding up and down over his meat. He put his hand over Rob's back and said, "You really don't have to do that, Robbie. Scotty will be more than happy to take care of it for me when we get to where we're going."
Rob just wriggled his head back and forth a few times and made an ‘Unn Unn' sound in his throat and through his nose and started bobbing his head even harder and faster and made even more sucky and slurpy sounds. Jason could have stopped Rob if he really wanted to, but Rob seemed eager enough to blow him, so Jason just sat back, watched the road ahead, and let Rob suck away. I wasn't worried. I knew Jason wouldn't put any of us in danger for the sake of a blowjob. He would have been able to stop Rob if he really had to.
An intersection later, where we would turn right onto the main four-laned street which would take us past the college and out of town and to our campground beside the creek, Jason lifted his right leg and moved his foot from the accelerator to the brake. The click-click of the turn signal joined Rob's sucking sounds as the car rolled to a halt behind the other cars stopped at the red light just ahead of us.
Rob pulled his lips off Jason's cock with a loud, sloppy slurp and looked over his shoulder at me. His chin and lips were slick with his slobber. "Fuck, Scott," he said with a huge grin on his face, "why didn't you tell me his cock tasted this good?" His tongue swept over his lips as if he was trying to capture every hint of Jason's flavour that he could get.
"You didn't ask."
"Does the rest of him taste as good as his cock?"
"Better."
"Fuck," he said again. "Cum, too?"
"Oh, yeah," I practically moaned as I thought about the exquisite taste of Jason's creamy, hot load, especially when it was fresh from his balls. This sent a sudden surge of tingles through my own balls but they weren't enough to pump my cock full of blood. It plumped up a bit and made my shorts feel a bit tighter, but I was too sexed out for it to rise up to ass-fucking status. Still, I shoved my hand down into the waistband of my shorts and shifted my cock to the left - just in case it needed room to grow.
"Damn," Rob said finally. "I've been such an idiot."
Before I could say anything in response, Rob turned his head back around, tilted it down, and lowered it into Jason's lap again. He bent his left arm at the elbow, wedging his forearm on the seat between me and Jason. His right hand joined his mouth and wrapped itself around Jason's rod and started to stroke up and down, matching the bobbing of his head. So, with Rob's left hip pressed against my chest, there wasn't much I could do except throw my left arm and hand over his back and ass and clamp my right arm around his legs and pretend to be his seat belt.
I doubt if Rob was even aware that we were passing the college where both of us should have been attending classes at that moment. He was far-too-busy chowing down on Jason's meat. Instead, as I watched the distant concrete clock tower pass by to our left, my hand was busy massaging Rob's ass. Occasionally I would trail my fingers up and down the valley between his ass cheeks and push down and between his legs to run my fingertips over his denim-covered balls. That always made him hunch his hips forward and suck Jason even harder. Jason liked that. A lot.
Jason drove in the right-hand lane, "to keep snoopy people from seeing what's going on in the front seat." It wasn't very likely that anyone in cars passing us on Jason's side would be able to see Rob's head bouncing up and down in Jason's lap unless they were a passenger in a truck or an SUV, and they would probably be going faster than us. At least that was the idea.
Jason pulled up to a red light a few blocks past the college turn-off. There was a car in the right-turn lane beside us but the driver was too busy nodding his head and thumping his fingers on the steering wheel and miming ‘bom bom bom' sounds with his mouth to the music coming out of his stereo system to notice us. As soon as there was an opening in the cross traffic, he turned right and sped away.
Then a horn sounded behind us and Jason checked first the rearview mirror and then the side mirror. I saw his brow crinkle and heard him say, "Shit." He had been driving with his left arm stuck out the window, but now he moved his hand to the steering wheel and his right arm moved to come to rest on Rob's back, his hand on Rob's neck. "Keep your head down, Robbie," he warned.
Rob stopped bobbing his head up and down but, from the sounds he was still making, he didn't stop sucking.
"Jason?" I said, hoping he'd tell me what he was worried about, but he didn't respond. A second later, a car pulled up in the lane beside us and Jason's eyes moved from the side mirror to the car.
"Hey, Jase!" the guy in the passenger seat hollered. "Ya fuckin' goof!" He had short, black hair and had a swarthy, rugged, Mediterranean look about him. His bulk equally matched Jason's. His jaw and chin were shaded darker. Like Jason, he was one of those guys who always looked like had that bristly five-o'clock shadow as soon as he finished shaving. I couldn't see the driver well enough to tell what he looked like except to know that he had really long, light-brown hair. "Still driving that old shit box?"
Jason didn't answer.
"Fuck, man. Why don't you get off your lazy fuckin' ass and get out and get a
real fuckin' job so you can buy yourself a
real car like this." As if to emphasise his friend's words, the driver laughed and honked the horn and revved the engine a bunch of times.
"It gets me where I want to go," Jason said calmly as the engine beside us died down.
"Fuckin' pile of shit, man. I wouldn't be caught dead riding around in. . ." The guy stopped talking and his expression became curious. He craned his neck so he could look inside our car. "Hey, man. You gettin' a fuckin' blow?" His head moved from side to side as he tried to get a better look. "Fuck, man! You
are! You're gettin' a fuckin' blowjob! Who the fuck you got in there slurping your slab, man? You got Cocksucker Cassie there, man? Fuck! That skank has had her fuckin' lips wrapped around the best and biggest fuckin' dicks in town! Includin' ours! What the fuck would she be doin' suckin' yours? Fuckin' waste of a mouth, man. Tell her we got two fuckin' prime Polish sausages she can chow down on instead of that fuckin' pitiful breakfast sausage you call a dick. Send her over here, man. We got enough fuckin' meat here to keep her happy ‘til Christmas." He sat back into his seat and turned toward his friend. They laughed uproariously and did explosive fist bumps complete with sound effects. It wasn't hard to figure out why Jason wanted Rob to keep his head down.
Jason took the opportunity to glance my way. He looked very, very serious. His eyes caught mine and they squinted a bit, then flicked to the street to our right. His message was clear to me. His right arm moved around Rob's chest and pulled him tighter to hold him in place as he turned his head back to look out the window again. My arms moved even tighter around Rob as well. I really was going to be his seatbelt. I mumbled over my shoulder, "Brace yourselves back there. We're going for a ride."
I looked past Jason again and out the window again. The guy with the stubble had his head stuck out the window and it looked as though he was trying to work his broad shoulders out as well to get a better look. His voice was very taunting. "C'mon, ya fuckin' goof. Who the fuck you got there?" He was so busy taunting Jason that neither he nor his brown-haired friend noticed the break in the cross traffic. But Jason did.
"You'll never know, asshole," Jason said. He suddenly latched onto the steering wheel with both hands, leaving me alone to hold onto Rob, while his foot slid off the brake and onto the accelerator. The engine roared to life and the back tires squealed. The car shot forward across the crosswalk as Jason began to crank the wheel hard to the right. The driver in the right-turn lane, about to make a turn himself, leaned on his horn when Jason cut in front of his car.
Our car sped down the street. Behind us, more horns blasted and I twisted around so I could look over my shoulder and out the back window. James and Shawn were already looking as well. James was sitting near the passenger door. Shawn sat directly behind me in the middle of the seat. I moved a bit so I could look between them but I couldn't see anything. Shawn apparently could, though.
"They're following us, Jason," Shawn said. "About three or four cars behind us." Somehow they had made a right-hand turn from the left-hand lane without causing a pile-up.
"Thanks, Shawnie. Let me know if they start to catch up."
"Yes, Sir," Shawn replied properly, loyal to his duties even in the midst of a car chase. Gotta love him.
I turned back around to face the front and looked at Jason. He was glancing into the rearview mirror and smiling as he shook his head slowly back and forth. "Losers," he said as he returned his attention to driving and trying to get away from our pursuers. "Might as well give it up, Robbie. I've kinda lost the mood for now."
Again Rob made that ‘Unn Unn' sound again and kept right on sucking as hard on Jason's softie as he had been sucking before on his hardon. I knew from plenty of personal experience that, even when it was soft, Jason's cock was a healthy mouthful, and Rob didn't seem the least bit eager to give it up so readily. That happens a lot when people get a taste of Jason.
A lot happened in the next few minutes, and all at the same time. Jason drove through one green light, past the entrance to a huge, outdoor shopping mall, and turned right at the next intersection just as the light was changing to yellow. As he drove along that street nearing the next intersection, Shawn said, "I think they're stuck at the light, Jason. I haven't see them turn yet." Jason turned right at the intersection, then right again at the next. We had practically encircled the shopping mall. Halfway along that block, Jason turned right one more time into the side entrance of the shopping mall parking lot and slowly wound his way through the narrow lanes until he reached the front entrance we has passed earlier. When traffic allowed, he turned left onto the street and began the short drive back to the highway where our little journey to the campsite had been interrupted.
Meanwhile, there was a lot of excitement going on at my end as well. Maybe it was the thrill of the hunt with us speeding along in our efforts to escape our hunters, or maybe it was just the thrill of finding out that Jason wasn't as terrifying as Rob once thought, or maybe it was just that Rob was intoxicated with the way Jason tasted. Whatever it was, Rob's right hand abandoned Jason's crotch and moved into his own, fumbling desperately with the button and zipper of his shorts to get them open and get his hand inside them as fast as he could.
I heard his muffled, frustrated grunts as his hand practically ripped at his shorts to get the button open but, with his shorts so tight and restricted and strained around his waist, it was an impossible task. I slid my left hand off his back and then underneath him so I could help. My fingers encountered the long, steel-hard tube of his cock (which I couldn't help giving a quick squeeze) which was all bundled up in a tight ball. It must have been very uncomfortable for him. No wonder he was practically ripping off his shorts to give it some breathing room. His cock jumped a few times and Rob groaned on Jason's cock when I squeezed it but I wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or pain so I thought it best to just help him rather than make matters worse. My hand left the rolled-up bulge and sought out the button at the waistband of his shorts.
I pushed Rob's hand out of the way and he moved his fingers from the stubborn button to the metal tab of his zipper. Even as I worked at the button, I heard the ‘zip' of the zipper sliding down its track. Rob hunched his hips again and shifted his legs a bit but his gyrating body kept pulling the button out of my fingertips. I could see his right arm working frantically and I could imagine Rob working his hand through the slot and freeing his cock. When his body suddenly relaxed and a satisfied moan sounded from the region of Jason's crotch while his arm took up a very familiar movement, I knew Rob had succeeded. I found the button but it was still too tight to undo so I flattened my hand and smacked my palm against Rob's belly. "Suck it in, pal," I ordered. He did and the button was undone a few seconds later.
Rob's shorts suddenly became a lot looser and he sighed a long and satisfied moan as his arm took up a steadier and less cramped rhythm. With Rob having things well in hand so to speak, there wasn't that much room for my own hand there, too. It was just getting in the way so I returned it to Rob's back and let it slip under the waistband of his shorts. There was only skin there. No underwear. I pushed my hand in even deeper and let my fingers do some leisurely exploring, much to Rob's delight.
By this time, Jason was driving through the shopping mall parking lot toward the front entrance. We had lost our pursuers and he was driving at a much more leisurely pace. A few people looked in but I don't think anyone really noticed what was going on except for one younger guy about my age who was walking toward us. He had on a pair of dark sunglasses and his baseball cap was on backwards. A white T-shirt with some sort of colourful decal on it was tucked into the waistband of his dark brown boardshorts leaving his entire smooth and tanned and muscular upper torso exposed and showing off a belly that I could have washed my underwear on. . . and they would be sparkly clean. I might have thought he was jerk-off material if he hadn't looked in the side window and shouted "Fags!" He sneered at us and caught his bottom lip between his teeth and crinkled up his face in disgust. He flipped us the bird.
I thought about him for, oh, maybe one or two nanoseconds, but that was about it. There was way too much heat building up in the car for me to worry about him.
Back on the street once more and heading back to the main highway out of town, Rob's head started bobbing up and down in Jason's lap and the sucking sounds started again. From the distance Rob's head was travelling, I knew Jason had a hardon again and Rob was sucking it from base to tip and back again. That's when I became aware of other familiar sounds coming from behind me.
Jason noticed it, too, and looked into the rearview mirror and smiled before looking at me and giving me a wink. He jerked his head toward the back seat I twisted myself around again for a quick peek and was greeted with the sweet and tender image of Shawn and James in a very deep and very passionate kiss as they chewed at each other's mouth. Not only that, they had loosened their seatbelts and slumped down in the seat until their heads were resting against the top of the back. They had to spread their legs wide to fit in the constricted space.
James' left leg was crossed over Shawn's right leg which allowed them to still sit hip to hip. Oh, and did I mention that Shawn's shorts were undone? Yup. They were undone all the way and the flaps were flipped back and spread open as far as they could go. The waistband of his underwear was hooked under his balls and his totem pole was pointed right at his belly button. Not only that but the elastic waistbands of James' shorts and underwear were both pushed down and hooked under
his balls, too. His cock stood tall and hard, just like Shawn's. It was just as long as Shawn's, too, but not quite as thick, and each cock was held tightly by a stroking hand, but the hand didn't belong to the same body that the cocks belonged to. James and Shawn had played with each other before, but this was the first time I'd seen them jerking each other off.
Shawn was porn-in-real-life when he jerked off and now, with James, it was like porn times two. Shawn had opened up so much since he became involved in our sexcapades and I was seriously amazed at how quickly James had opened up as well. I don't know if it was because Shawn was so free and easygoing or because James had been dumped head-first into a house where sex could happen anytime and anywhere and with anybody, but James didn't seem the least bit shy. In fact, I'm not even sure he knew where he was or who was with him. I think he felt he was all alone with Shawn at that moment. It was nice.
I love sucking cock, but I love watching a man jerking off almost as much. And there I was, with two very beautiful young men doing it to each other right in front of me. I watched them for a minute or two until I started to get a kink in my neck and had to stop. When my attention returned to what was going on in the
front seat, I noticed that my shorts felt very tight indeed. I was so glad I'd had the foresight earlier to move it into a position where it could grow without tying itself into a pretzel like Rob's dick had done. With my right hand still pretending to be Rob's seat belt and with my left hand having too much fun playing with his bare buns, I didn't want to move either one. So I didn't.
Rob's head was bobbing up and down on Jason's cock and his hand was stroking up and down on his own, it had the added benefit of his knuckles bumping against my now-bulging crotch with almost every stroke and rubbing it. I think Rob noticed, too, because he dropped his right leg off the seat and planted his foot firmly on the floor. This brought his crotch close enough to mine so that the back of his hand was sort of jerking me off at the same time he was jerking himself off. Rob was very resourceful.
Jason, meanwhile, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the blowjob he was getting. His hand had returned to Rob's neck and was massaging it in encouragement. By the time we reached the main highway, the car was filled with the sounds of two sets of lips kissing, one set of lips smacking and slurping, three hands stroking, and a considerable amount of heaving breathing and lots and lots of moaning and groaning from any mouth that wasn't otherwise filled with cock or tongue. The ones that were stuffed made the same sounds. They were just muffled.
The farther Jason drove, the faster Rob's hand flew over his cock. And the closer we got to the city limits, the closer Rob came to emptying his nuts all over anything that got in the way. I had never seen him so energetic or so intent on busting a nut. I guess Jason cranked him up a lot more than he expected. I was so taken with his determination that it didn't even dawn on me that my crotch was in the direct line of fire of his explosion. Even if I had been aware of it, though, I doubt if there was anything I could have done to stop him. At that moment, Rob had only one objective in mind and he was doing everything he could to get the job done.
It was at that time that I realised my right arm could still be Rob's seatbelt if it was
between his legs instead of wrapped
around them - so I stuck it between his legs and started searching for his cock. I had a pretty good idea where it was. I'd been there before. Just not from this direction. Still, I've never needed a map and I've never had to ask for directions. I let my fingers do the walking. I wasn't really hard to find his cock, but it was really hard when I found it.
I worked my fingers in and tried to wrap them around Rob's cock. His hand smacked into mine a few times before he caught on to what I was trying to do and all he did was try to pull his cock away from my reach and pick up his speed even more. I don't know if he thought it was something he should do by himself because he ‘owed us', but he was pretty determined not to let me do it for him. I was just as determined as he was, though, and finally got my fingers wrapped around the base of his cock when his own hand was at the other end. He tried to shove my hand away and made that ‘Unn Unn' sound again but I had him at a disadvantage. With my left hand on his ass and holding him down, my right arm had his body trapped against my chest. Nowhere for him to go. No way to escape. I worked my hand toward his cockhead with Rob's hand smashing into mine until Rob had no choice but to pull his hand away entirely and let me take over.
His hand didn't go very far. It just sort of flipped over where it was and dropped palm-down in my lap and started rubbing back and forth over the rigid tube of my hardon.
I was now free to wrap my own hand around Rob's dancing dick and start doing a nice little rhumba on it. Rob's cock wasn't particularly big, but it was perfect for sucking and jerking. . . even backwards and upside down. Jason actually giggled from the vibrations which Rob's mouth was making on his zucchini when my fingers began to dance over the soft skin of Rob's granite-hard cock. It made Rob practically scream out a very long and very loud and strangled moan which tickled Jason's cock from the outside in.
As my hand settled into a steady rhythm and as Rob tried to rub me off through my shorts, our hands collided with each other over and over again. It soon became clear to both of us that there just wasn't enough room between my crotch and Rob's for our two busy hands which were trying to do the same thing but in two different directions. Rob finally shifted his hand, turning it slightly until his fingers were facing the front of the seat cushion. He slid his fingers, then his palm, over my balls until his fingers pressed against that fun spot between my balls and my asshole. You know the spot. You know how much fun it can be when someone's fingers are tickling it.
Rob couldn't rub me off anymore but, with his palm placed over my balls, he could still tickle my cock with his thumb and that was almost as good as his whole hand. If I had aimed my dick to the other side, it would have been out of his reach. Lucky guess. He wasn't really jerking me off, but it was good enough to get the juices rolling in my balls. And the way Rob's cock was jumping and throbbing in my hand, and from the increasing volume of his moans and groans, I guessed he was enjoying it as well. I didn't think he would last very long. I wish I had bet on it.
Not long after I took over jerking him off, Rob started sucking loud gasps of air through his nose. He'd suck the air in and then moan it back out. A few times, when both of my hands - one playing with his cock and the other playing with his ass - would hit the right spots at the right moment and Rob's entire body would tense up and start to quiver and he would make the cutest and funniest squealing sound that started really high and ended a lot lower and sounded a lot like a sputtering motor boat engine blowing raspberries around Jason's cock. If it hadn't why his mouth was making that sound, it would have been funny.
Rob's increasing excitement encouraged me to jerk him off faster and harder. The fingers of my other hand started digging into the smooth skin of his ass cheeks even deeper and further than they had been doing before. The little finger and the one beside it dug into the cleft between his cheeks. Behind me, in the back seat, two cocks were now leaking enough lube to make moist smacking and popping sounds with every stroke of their hands. I didn't have to see them to know that Shawn and James were also moving rapidly toward their own orgasms. And it was all going on as we tore down the highway and surrounded by traffic, and we were all having too much fun to care if anyone could see us.
Maybe that's why there was so much heat in the car that day. On top of the blowjob Jason was getting from Rob, there was an impromptu backseat face-sucking and mutual masturbation session between Shawn and his new friend and lover, James. Then, with me stroking the hell out of Rob's cock and him rubbing the hell out of my balls and that tingly spot right behind them, there was enough heat to roast a turkey in that car.
The closer we got to the city limits, the faster things heated up even more. My hand was flying on Rob's cock and his head was bouncing up and down on Jason's cock almost as fast as the engine pistons under the hood. His twinges had advanced to small, lower-torso jerks and finally to full-body spasms. He had stopped rubbing my crotch and merely cupped it and squeezed it when his body went into convulsions. His moans became garbled and choked until he was forced to pull his mouth off Jason's cock just so he could breathe. He turned his head toward Jason's knees and put his cheek down on Jason's crotch. A moment earlier, Jason's cock had been a lollipop. Now it was a pillow.
"Stop, Scott," Rob groaned. "You're going to make me cum."
I didn't stop. I didn't want to.
"Scott, please! Stop!" His hand left my crotch and grabbed for my stroking arm. "You're making me cum!" He managed to grab onto my wrist but he couldn't stop the stroking. I was too strong for him. "Oh, shit, Scott! Don't! I. . ." He abandoned his grasp on my arm and planted it on the floor between Jason's legs for balance. I felt a very familiar throbbing going on in the tube of blood-filled flesh I held and fondled. His butt cheeks picked up a steady clenching rhythm to match the cock throbs, momentarily trapping my two fingers between them.
"I'm cum. . ." The was no ‘ing'. Rob's voice became strangled ‘Eeeeeeeee!' as he began screaming through his clamped teeth. His cock was jumping now and he was fucking his cock into my crotch. The underside of his cock was jerking me off through my shorts as much as the back of my hand was doing. It was an interesting combination that brought all sorts of new feelings to my groin.
One final spasm was all it took. Rob's cock began pumping out his ball juice all over my shorts. I just held on and squeezed and stroked and milked my friend the best way I knew how. Rob's cum splattered against my crotch and I could feel the moist heat of it through the denim of my shorts. The more he shot out, the warmer and wetter it got, and the hotter and harder I got and the louder the sounds coming from the back seat. It was a chain reaction.
Rob gasped and pumped and jerked and heaved and groaned all at the same time as spurt after spurt of jism splashed on my shorts. I caught a whiff of fresh semen and took a deep sniff of it. It was like an aphrodisiac. Like poppers. It made me feel all warm and tingly. . . inside and out. Lube soaked out of the tip of my cock and into my cut-off shorts with every sniff I took. My juices mixed with Rob's jizz that was still squirting out of his cock and into my lap. I came very close to having a hands-free orgasm.
The spurts gradually began to slow down and lessen in intensity until only the stubborn remnants of Rob's cream was milked out of his dick by my well-practised fingers. I couldn't see it, of course, but I could imagine a long, thin, milky-white glob dangling from the end of Rob's dick for awhile, wobbling and swaying back and forth before detaching itself from his fleshy pump and falling onto my shorts where it joined the rest of the puddles of cum already gathered there. Rob's grunts had pretty-much stopped by then. There was now only the sound of his heavy and urgent breathing as he sucked air into his lungs and the occasionally whisper of complete and utter post-orgasmic bliss.
Not one to let a good load go to waste, I couldn't resist the temptation to lick Rob's spunk from my fingers. So I didn't resist.
I expected Rob to take a few minutes to come down from his nut-blasting high, but he didn't. Both Jason and I were surprised when Rob suddenly pushed himself to his knees beside me and clamber off the seat and onto the floor. Somehow he fit in the small space there. He started to lean into my crotch and got a knee in his belly for his efforts, so he abruptly grabbed my right ankle and unceremoniously pushed my foot up onto the seat and toward the door. It caught me completely off guard and sent me tumbling to my left and crashing into Jason's side. I was just about ready to yell at Rob and give him shit for being so careless and almost causing an accident, but, before I could, Rob was doing a face dive in my crotch where his tongue began lapping up all his spent ball juice. By then, it had already begun soaking through my cut-offs.
Instead of pushing him away, I let him have at it and settled against Jason, revelling in his delicious smell and the awesome strength of his massive arm. His cock still stood out hard and proud from his groin, still glistening moist from Rob's recent spit shine. It looked neglected and lonely now and twitched around as if looking for company. I reached out with my right hand, wrapped my fingers around it. My hand and Jason's cock were definitely made for each other.
"That's the ticket, Babe," Jason whispered, then he kissed my hair. "Nobody makes me feel as good as you do."
A renegade bubble of precum gathered in the slit at the tip and I swiped it off with my thumb and lifted it to my lips so I could lick it up, and then I went back for more. I knew Jason wouldn't cum on the highway so I settled in to give him a leisurely handjob. Jason settled in to get it.
Meanwhile, Rob continued to suck his jizz out of my shorts and, behind me, James and Shawn sounded like they were speeding ahead to their own ultimate conclusion. I switched hands on Jason's cock so I could swing my right arm over the back of the seat and twist around to look over my shoulder at them. I could only see them from their pecs up, but it was enough for me to see what was going on. They weren't kissing anymore. They were just sitting there, their heads close enough that they would have been able to feel the other's breath blowing over their faces, and looking into each others' eyes. From the bouncing of their upper bodies and the movements of their upper arms, I could tell that they were still whacking each other off, and they were doing it a lot harder and a lot faster than they had been doing the last time I looked at them. It looked as if they were racing with each other to cross the finish line at exactly the same time. They were completely lost in each other. They were the only two people in the car as far as they were concerned. Nobody else existed. Nobody else mattered.
Their faces told me everything. James' face was scrunched up and his jaws were clenched. His eyes were strained and intent. It was clear that he was battling to keep from blasting his nuts until Shawn was ready to join him. He was making deep, guttural sounds in his throat and it sounded like he was trying to keep himself from pissing his pants. His face was dripping with sweat and it flowed off his forehead and down his cheeks, dripping off the tip of his nose and chin and falling to his T-shirt and soaking it to the skin. His hair was becoming matted, too. Shawn's face was scrunched up as well, but in a different way. I looked like he was making a desperate attempt to catch up to James who was obviously already teetering on the brink of blasting his balls all over the back seat. Beads of sweat were gathered on Shawn's forehead, too. I'd never seen him break a sweat before.
Meanwhile, the heat was building in my groin and Rob was doing a damned good job of giving me a blowjob right through the denim of my cut-offs. His hands were clamped around my crotch. His left thumb was rubbing over the double bulge of my entrapped nuts and the fingers and thumb of his other hand framed the solid and bulging tube of my cock as his mouth sucked and blew and slobbered and made all sorts of wonderful feelings happen down there. He didn't make any move to undo my shorts and I didn't mind one little bit. I'd never had a blowjob with my pants on before and it was feeling too damned good to stop him.
I was just about to turn around and face the front again because I was getting a kink in my neck when Shawn suddenly sucked in a deep and deliberate breath through his clenched teeth and I saw him nod his head once. I knew what it meant and James knew it, too. The first spurt of cum came from James' cock and it came almost immediately after Shawn's nod told him he could let go. He just opened his mouth wide and let fly. He must have been holding it back for quite a few strokes because it flew out of his cock in a long, creamy rope as if it had been launched from a Super Soaker. If he had been facing the front of the car and if he'd been looking down at his cock, he would have whitewashed his face with his cream. As it was, with his head turned to the side and leaning back against the seat, his cum shot right out of his cock and over his head, splattering against the rear windshield behind him with a splash I could hear from the front seat. The second jet splashed down on the side of his face. Shawn's first explosion flew right over the front seat and caught me square in the face, hitting me on the right side of my nose and running down to my lip where my tongue was waiting to lap it up. He couldn't have aimed it better if he had been looking at me.
That would be the only squirt I would get, and I used my index finger as a squeegee to coax the rest of it into my mouth. Shawn pulled his cock more upright and, as happened with James, the rest of his eruptions landed on his cotton-covered chest. Well, not
all of Shawn's pearly cum ended up on his T-shirt. With my right arm already on the back of the seat, I simply reached out and cupped my hand around Shawn's cockhead and caught a blast of his cream in my palm. For the first time, their eyes turned away from each other and they looked at me. The looks on their faces were worth the price of admission. Another spurt of Shawn's cream landed in my hand, and then another. By that time, James caught on to what I was doing and extended his crotch cock toward me. I took that as an invitation and quickly stretched out my hand to capture his final, diminishing spurts. He didn't stop me.
Even as their balls were emptying their loads, my balls were beginning to boil. I could feel my own orgasm approaching very quickly. I tried to catch as much of James' cum as I could but, when it started dripping through my fingers, I knew I had better settle for what I had before I lost it all. As they watched me lift my hand to my face, my eyes flicked from face to face. Their eyes were locked on mine. Shawn smiled at me and James opened his eyes wide in anticipation. I extended my tongue and began licking the combined creamy delight from my fingers. It was ambrosia to my senses and a trigger to my balls. As Shawn and James squeezed the final droplets of cum from their still-throbbing cocks, my balls started to unload into my shorts, and Rob was there to catch it. His mouth clamped itself over my cockhead and he sucked my jism right through the denim as I grunted and gasped into my hand.
All too soon, though, I was tasting skin, and it was mine. The cum was gone and my climax wasn't finished yet. I wanted more. Shawn must have saw it in my eyes and, even as he was coming down from his own orgasmic high, he was scooping up as much of James' cum as he could, and James was doing the same thing with Shawn's. I was still unloading my nuts into my cut-offs and Rob was still straining my juice through the denim when, as one, Shawn and James both leaned forward held out their hands to me. Even as my climax drew to a close, I licked their hands clean. It was one of the most intense and enjoyable moments of my life and I felt sad when it all came to an end.
That left Jason, but he didn't remain disappointed for very long. When everything settled down again and pants were done up and everybody was settled back into their proper places, I turned my attention to Jason's still-rampant cock and kept it that way with my talented fingers for the rest of the trip. Four lanes turned into two and, before we knew it, we were driving along the gravel side road and turning into the narrow tree-shrouded lane which ran along the creek. Within minutes, we were at the campsite.
We all climbed out of the car and ganged up on our host. Jason couldn't do anything except stand there and let us have our way with him. Eight eager and very willing hands stripped him of every single piece of clothing he had on. Then, when he was completely naked, he couldn't do anything except stand there with a raging hardon as four sets of hands and four sets of lips and four tongues got down and busy on him. Hands were everywhere they could reach, doing everything hands could do to a man's body, but my lips and tongue went to work on Jason's cock. That was my territory and mine alone. Rob's mouth was planted between the cheeks of Jason's ass and his lips and tongue were doing things to it which made Jason grab hold of my head and raise himself onto his toes. With a loud groan of ecstasy, he shoved his cock even deeper into my mouth and held my head there as his pulsating cock kept my tonsils company. Shawn was on his knees beside me, his mouth busy on Jason's balls, licking on them and sucking them one at a time into his mouth and rolling them around inside. Even James got in on the act and he went to work on Jason's chest, teasing his nipples into mini mountain peaks.
Jason didn't last very long with the four of us working on him. With more happening to him at the same time than had ever happened before, it was only minutes before he gave in to the many sensations and let his balls pump their enormous and very tasty load of Jason jazz straight down my throat and into my belly.
Jason's cum was the pièce de résistance to a mind- and ball-blowing car ride, and I lingered there on my knees in front of him as long as I could until I was certain there wasn't a single dribble of his cum left to be sucked out of him. At least for now.
With Jason's soft cock still tucked away inside my mouth, I savoured the delicious and exquisite flavour of his cum. . . and Shawn's. . . and James'. . . and Rob's, too.
My mouth was a cum buffet, and I couldn't have been happier.
To Be Continued
Seriously though, I love him too, 'cause he's just so devoted. 
I wish I met the man I love, but not quite like this. STILL HOT THOUGH!!!!!
