First short story here on the forum. Would appreciate feedback.
Short story about the paths we take to find home. This is story is an entirely fictional account that details sexual activities between adults. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. If you are under 18 and you are reading this, go play with your PlayStation.
Part 1/4
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The road ahead somehow seemed smaller than during the day. As if the lanes were narrower and the stretch of pavement just ahead of his vehicle could end at any moment and he and his car would go careening into an endless abyss.
There were so few other cars or lights, the emptiness of the desert felt all encompassing. There were no people here, just darkness, no lights, just the twenty feet ahead that his lousy car managed to illuminate, and barely any road to the sides. He didn’t like the imposed blindness, the near total absence of other cars and he felt exposed, at risk, tired and if he was honest, a little sleepy. He needed to pull over, but here? There was no way he was pulling over in a dark moonless night onto a shoulder he could not even see.
His eyes started scanning the horizon but the space between the California border and Tucson was mostly desolate country populated by skeletons of former towns, dead dreams and every once in a while, a few misfits who found the only place they fit in was a place with no structure. There were towns with names like Dateland and Aztec, if you could stretch the term town to include a closed down gas station and a couple of mobile homes.
Tom finally saw a sign for a rest stop. It would have been better to arrive that night but he was still hours away and arriving at his aunt’s house at 2 in the morning seemed an unnecessary risk. He just needed to make the 28 miles to the rest stop and he would sleep off the exhaustion from his course finals earlier that week at San Diego State University where the 6’2” tennis player had put in the best academic and sports performance of his life thus far, winning first place in nationals and at three of his last four regional meets. In his courses, the fair skinned, brown haired Latino that no one thought was Latino had also done quite well, finishing his junior year with a 3.78 GPA.
The hope of a rest stop coming was enough to relax Tom and he felt his head wanting to nod. This would not do. He opened the window but the air was intolerably hot and dusty. He slapped himself but this was temporary and unpleasant. As a last resort, he leaned back and pulled the waistband on his shorts below his loose testicle sac, filled with large plum size balls that he loved to shove down girls’ throats when they would let him. They almost never let him and usually only one at a time. Casey, his last girlfriend, had said it was offensive to ask him to suck his balls, she insisted it was demeaning. As if licking her twat three days into a shower less hike because she needed to cum wasn’t demeaning. At least he’d washed his balls before she’d come over. He kicked her out that night and had not dated again as their breakup happened at the start of the final month of the term.
He needed to think of something besides Casey if he was going to get hard. Out of habit, he pulled his bangs off his forehead, pushing his hair back as if was going to stay there. He was thinking about his favorite porn. His mind went directly to the movie his friend had played a few months back when they agreed to jack off together, as they had done a few times before.
They were both sitting on the floor with a laptop in between them. It was supposed to be a gang bang video, the thumbnail had a chick getting spit roasted by two massive guys. To their enormous shock and surprise, the guys did start spit roasting her per routine porn protocols, but then things took a turn as the two men proceeded to kiss one another, leaning over her back as they fucked her face and pussy. One guy went down on her, licking at her clit and hairless snatch, while the second guy was still fucking her. Maybe the kissing was just a one time thing, but no, not a one time thing at all. To the horror of both jocks, the muscle stud that was supposed to be performing oral pulled his buddy’s cock out of the slut and put it in his mouth, stealing the cunt’s load!
It did become an orgy eventually, but an orgy of seven guys and one girl and all the guys were sucking on one another, it was probably only a matter of time before they were fucking too. Tom knew someone should shut the shit off but when he looked over at his buddy Rory, he was looking right back at him, his mouth wide open. In shock, both had stopped jacking off yet both were hard as rocks, leaking precum like old old sieves.
“What the fuck kind of move did you get Rory,” Tom asked his friend.
“I don’t know dude!” Rory stammered, “It was an orgy, and had the chick on the picture.”
Still, no one shut it off. Rory, also a tennis player and one year younger than Tom took the opportunity to reveal something about himself as he suddenly decided to put all his cards on the table. Life handed him an opportunity and he decided to take the leap.
Rory was only one inch shorter than Tom but had about 20 pounds on him, all muscle. His coach kept asking him to lose weight but it felt like a sin to lose muscle and Rory loved how his taut, silky skin stretched over every inch of muscle on his chest and rippled along his abs. He took pride in seeing how the striations on his leg muscles, especially his hamstrings, popped and gave his ass a perfect upturned shape.
The blond tennis player, already shirtless, leaned over towards Tom and gripped his dick. Tom didn’t say anything, he was befuddled and had no clue that Rory would be interested in holding his 8 inch cock. But here he was, and it felt amazing. Rory’s hand was large, soft to the touch but strong when it tugged or squeezed. It was like wrapping his cock in a silken sleeve with an arm wrestler’s grip.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Tom asked, his voice slow and the tone failing to communicate even a modicum of rejection.
Rory’s green eyes, filled with a wistful want and an earnest hope, stared directly into Tom’s and he replied, “What I wanted to do the day I met you, the day we first showered together.”
Tom could feel Rory’s hand pumping faster. He was gripping all the way to the top of his dick head down to the base, covering and uncovering his glans with foreskin with each stimulating trip of his teen-girl smooth hands.
“You wanted to jerk me off?” Rory asked, his voice betraying the joy and pleasure his blond buddy’s hand was giving him.
“No, that wasn’t it,” Rory said, leaning forward and in one elegant movement, taking in Tom’s entire dick.
Tom struggled to take in another breath. He wanted to object but the Rory had the upper hand, the element of surprise. By the time he could speak, Tom was also moaning as Rory’s mouth felt amazing.
“Dude, you can’t do that,” Tom objected, his hand pushing Rory’s head down to swallow his entire cock again. “This shit isn’t right.”
This was the lean athlete’s last protest. He found himself enjoying the feeling and the sound of Rory’s gagging on the head of his cock every time he took Tom deep into his gullet. He loved the feeling of Rory’s tongue on his dickhead. Whenever he would pull up for a little air, he always paused a few seconds to run large circles with his tongue all around the bright pink knob.
“Ah yes, that’s it buddy, lick my piss slit, lick my cock clean,” Whatever Tom proposed, Rory seemed eager to perform.
Tom then grew bolder and instructed his muscular colleague to suck on his balls. “That’s right, take them both into your mouth, suck them for me, at the same time, c’mon run your tongue all over them, you wanted this, make it worth my while.”
Even before it was over, Tom was convinced it was the best blowjob of his life, by far. Rory had not only suckled on his cock for twenty minutes, taking all 8 inches repeatedly, he had tongue washed his sweaty balls and rimmed his hole. He was a dirty skank on a whole other level. When it had been time to jizz, Tom had decided Rory should gargle and swallow every last drop.
“Take me all the way down you fucking fag,” Tom had ordered, noticing as things progressed that the more aggressive he was the more eager Rory seemed to become. “Fucking cock sucker, I am going to paint your insides with my baby batter and you are going to fucking swallow every drop or you can forget this ever happening again. Is that fucking clear?”
Rory nodded and barely flinched when Tom slapped him hard across the face. “What do we say when someone asks a question you dirty fucking fag?”
“Yefff ffir,” Rory replied, his mouth full of more cock than he had ever experienced, or at least since his first time back in Minnesota with his cousin Luther.
“That’s right. I am going to reward your face pussy with some delicious cum, that was an excellent blowjob, I can tell you’ve been doing it a long time. It’s a shame they don’t give out degrees in cock sucking, you’d have your PhD by now,” Tom added.
To finish off, Tom grabbed onto Rory’s blond curly locks and his ears in rough fistfuls and held the 19 year old in place while he fucked his throat with abandon. Tears streaming down his face, gobs of slime spewing out the sides of his stretched out gaping face hole, his eyes shot red with blood from all of the coughing, nothing mattered to Tom, what mattered was spewing his jizz as deep into Rory as possible.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Take it faggot! Take it in your fucking lungs, I don’t give a fuck, take every fucking drop!” he pushed Rory’s face deep into his full, untrimmed bush. Rory was swallowing cum furiously, gripping Tom’s cock with his throat each time he did, he was trying to find air somewhere, even with his face buried in a thick mass of potent man pubes.
When he had spent his load, Tom fell back on the floor. “Clean my dick, fag.”
“Yes, sir,” Rory said and on his knees made sure that Tom’s dick and balls were completely clean of cum, spit or slobber.
Tom looked over at Rory and immediately knew they were no longer friends. Something had broken. Rory was now a service animal.
And now, on the road, searching his spank bank for inspiration, Tom realized that the memory of the first Rory blowjob was a million times better than any porn he had watched. Part of him missed his friend but after he had swallowed cum and licked sweaty assholes, it was impossible to look at him with any respect. They weren’t equals anymore. Rory was a cock hungry fag who would do anything for cock, and Tom had completely obliterated any guard rails that might have kept him from completely humiliating the sophomore the night he invited the entire tennis team over. But his blowjobs were exquisite, you had to hand it to him.
Looking down, Tom realized he had jerked himself to completion, fueled by the memory of Rory’s sloppy mouth that first night. He took off his shirt which had several wet streaks on it from the jets of cum he had spewed. He used the back side of the shirt to clean himself off and thew it in the back seat of the car.
When he turned back to look at the road, up ahead, less than a mile away, he could finally see the lights of the Mohawk Rest Area.
Short story about the paths we take to find home. This is story is an entirely fictional account that details sexual activities between adults. It is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. If you are under 18 and you are reading this, go play with your PlayStation.
Part 1/4
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The road ahead somehow seemed smaller than during the day. As if the lanes were narrower and the stretch of pavement just ahead of his vehicle could end at any moment and he and his car would go careening into an endless abyss.
There were so few other cars or lights, the emptiness of the desert felt all encompassing. There were no people here, just darkness, no lights, just the twenty feet ahead that his lousy car managed to illuminate, and barely any road to the sides. He didn’t like the imposed blindness, the near total absence of other cars and he felt exposed, at risk, tired and if he was honest, a little sleepy. He needed to pull over, but here? There was no way he was pulling over in a dark moonless night onto a shoulder he could not even see.
His eyes started scanning the horizon but the space between the California border and Tucson was mostly desolate country populated by skeletons of former towns, dead dreams and every once in a while, a few misfits who found the only place they fit in was a place with no structure. There were towns with names like Dateland and Aztec, if you could stretch the term town to include a closed down gas station and a couple of mobile homes.
Tom finally saw a sign for a rest stop. It would have been better to arrive that night but he was still hours away and arriving at his aunt’s house at 2 in the morning seemed an unnecessary risk. He just needed to make the 28 miles to the rest stop and he would sleep off the exhaustion from his course finals earlier that week at San Diego State University where the 6’2” tennis player had put in the best academic and sports performance of his life thus far, winning first place in nationals and at three of his last four regional meets. In his courses, the fair skinned, brown haired Latino that no one thought was Latino had also done quite well, finishing his junior year with a 3.78 GPA.
The hope of a rest stop coming was enough to relax Tom and he felt his head wanting to nod. This would not do. He opened the window but the air was intolerably hot and dusty. He slapped himself but this was temporary and unpleasant. As a last resort, he leaned back and pulled the waistband on his shorts below his loose testicle sac, filled with large plum size balls that he loved to shove down girls’ throats when they would let him. They almost never let him and usually only one at a time. Casey, his last girlfriend, had said it was offensive to ask him to suck his balls, she insisted it was demeaning. As if licking her twat three days into a shower less hike because she needed to cum wasn’t demeaning. At least he’d washed his balls before she’d come over. He kicked her out that night and had not dated again as their breakup happened at the start of the final month of the term.
He needed to think of something besides Casey if he was going to get hard. Out of habit, he pulled his bangs off his forehead, pushing his hair back as if was going to stay there. He was thinking about his favorite porn. His mind went directly to the movie his friend had played a few months back when they agreed to jack off together, as they had done a few times before.
They were both sitting on the floor with a laptop in between them. It was supposed to be a gang bang video, the thumbnail had a chick getting spit roasted by two massive guys. To their enormous shock and surprise, the guys did start spit roasting her per routine porn protocols, but then things took a turn as the two men proceeded to kiss one another, leaning over her back as they fucked her face and pussy. One guy went down on her, licking at her clit and hairless snatch, while the second guy was still fucking her. Maybe the kissing was just a one time thing, but no, not a one time thing at all. To the horror of both jocks, the muscle stud that was supposed to be performing oral pulled his buddy’s cock out of the slut and put it in his mouth, stealing the cunt’s load!
It did become an orgy eventually, but an orgy of seven guys and one girl and all the guys were sucking on one another, it was probably only a matter of time before they were fucking too. Tom knew someone should shut the shit off but when he looked over at his buddy Rory, he was looking right back at him, his mouth wide open. In shock, both had stopped jacking off yet both were hard as rocks, leaking precum like old old sieves.
“What the fuck kind of move did you get Rory,” Tom asked his friend.
“I don’t know dude!” Rory stammered, “It was an orgy, and had the chick on the picture.”
Still, no one shut it off. Rory, also a tennis player and one year younger than Tom took the opportunity to reveal something about himself as he suddenly decided to put all his cards on the table. Life handed him an opportunity and he decided to take the leap.
Rory was only one inch shorter than Tom but had about 20 pounds on him, all muscle. His coach kept asking him to lose weight but it felt like a sin to lose muscle and Rory loved how his taut, silky skin stretched over every inch of muscle on his chest and rippled along his abs. He took pride in seeing how the striations on his leg muscles, especially his hamstrings, popped and gave his ass a perfect upturned shape.
The blond tennis player, already shirtless, leaned over towards Tom and gripped his dick. Tom didn’t say anything, he was befuddled and had no clue that Rory would be interested in holding his 8 inch cock. But here he was, and it felt amazing. Rory’s hand was large, soft to the touch but strong when it tugged or squeezed. It was like wrapping his cock in a silken sleeve with an arm wrestler’s grip.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Tom asked, his voice slow and the tone failing to communicate even a modicum of rejection.
Rory’s green eyes, filled with a wistful want and an earnest hope, stared directly into Tom’s and he replied, “What I wanted to do the day I met you, the day we first showered together.”
Tom could feel Rory’s hand pumping faster. He was gripping all the way to the top of his dick head down to the base, covering and uncovering his glans with foreskin with each stimulating trip of his teen-girl smooth hands.
“You wanted to jerk me off?” Rory asked, his voice betraying the joy and pleasure his blond buddy’s hand was giving him.
“No, that wasn’t it,” Rory said, leaning forward and in one elegant movement, taking in Tom’s entire dick.
Tom struggled to take in another breath. He wanted to object but the Rory had the upper hand, the element of surprise. By the time he could speak, Tom was also moaning as Rory’s mouth felt amazing.
“Dude, you can’t do that,” Tom objected, his hand pushing Rory’s head down to swallow his entire cock again. “This shit isn’t right.”
This was the lean athlete’s last protest. He found himself enjoying the feeling and the sound of Rory’s gagging on the head of his cock every time he took Tom deep into his gullet. He loved the feeling of Rory’s tongue on his dickhead. Whenever he would pull up for a little air, he always paused a few seconds to run large circles with his tongue all around the bright pink knob.
“Ah yes, that’s it buddy, lick my piss slit, lick my cock clean,” Whatever Tom proposed, Rory seemed eager to perform.
Tom then grew bolder and instructed his muscular colleague to suck on his balls. “That’s right, take them both into your mouth, suck them for me, at the same time, c’mon run your tongue all over them, you wanted this, make it worth my while.”
Even before it was over, Tom was convinced it was the best blowjob of his life, by far. Rory had not only suckled on his cock for twenty minutes, taking all 8 inches repeatedly, he had tongue washed his sweaty balls and rimmed his hole. He was a dirty skank on a whole other level. When it had been time to jizz, Tom had decided Rory should gargle and swallow every last drop.
“Take me all the way down you fucking fag,” Tom had ordered, noticing as things progressed that the more aggressive he was the more eager Rory seemed to become. “Fucking cock sucker, I am going to paint your insides with my baby batter and you are going to fucking swallow every drop or you can forget this ever happening again. Is that fucking clear?”
Rory nodded and barely flinched when Tom slapped him hard across the face. “What do we say when someone asks a question you dirty fucking fag?”
“Yefff ffir,” Rory replied, his mouth full of more cock than he had ever experienced, or at least since his first time back in Minnesota with his cousin Luther.
“That’s right. I am going to reward your face pussy with some delicious cum, that was an excellent blowjob, I can tell you’ve been doing it a long time. It’s a shame they don’t give out degrees in cock sucking, you’d have your PhD by now,” Tom added.
To finish off, Tom grabbed onto Rory’s blond curly locks and his ears in rough fistfuls and held the 19 year old in place while he fucked his throat with abandon. Tears streaming down his face, gobs of slime spewing out the sides of his stretched out gaping face hole, his eyes shot red with blood from all of the coughing, nothing mattered to Tom, what mattered was spewing his jizz as deep into Rory as possible.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Take it faggot! Take it in your fucking lungs, I don’t give a fuck, take every fucking drop!” he pushed Rory’s face deep into his full, untrimmed bush. Rory was swallowing cum furiously, gripping Tom’s cock with his throat each time he did, he was trying to find air somewhere, even with his face buried in a thick mass of potent man pubes.
When he had spent his load, Tom fell back on the floor. “Clean my dick, fag.”
“Yes, sir,” Rory said and on his knees made sure that Tom’s dick and balls were completely clean of cum, spit or slobber.
Tom looked over at Rory and immediately knew they were no longer friends. Something had broken. Rory was now a service animal.
And now, on the road, searching his spank bank for inspiration, Tom realized that the memory of the first Rory blowjob was a million times better than any porn he had watched. Part of him missed his friend but after he had swallowed cum and licked sweaty assholes, it was impossible to look at him with any respect. They weren’t equals anymore. Rory was a cock hungry fag who would do anything for cock, and Tom had completely obliterated any guard rails that might have kept him from completely humiliating the sophomore the night he invited the entire tennis team over. But his blowjobs were exquisite, you had to hand it to him.
Looking down, Tom realized he had jerked himself to completion, fueled by the memory of Rory’s sloppy mouth that first night. He took off his shirt which had several wet streaks on it from the jets of cum he had spewed. He used the back side of the shirt to clean himself off and thew it in the back seat of the car.
When he turned back to look at the road, up ahead, less than a mile away, he could finally see the lights of the Mohawk Rest Area.
