Make it Home

[danielXdemedici]

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.

 

[BKnyc]

Excellent start. Give us more Tom soon.

 

[danielXdemedici]

First short story here on the forum. Would appreciate feedback.

This is a 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 Atari.


Part 2/4

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As he planned to sleep, Tom pulled into a spot far from the service area where the bathrooms were brightly illuminated, tacky southwestern architecture and decorations were back lit, as if all ugly things needed to be redeemed and made beautiful was better lighting. About fifty feet away from him and even further from the public areas, a couple of RV’s were parked near one another, two families seemed to have positioned themselves so that the RV's were positioned face to face and the space between them became a small private space, a type of courtyard. Tom could faintly hear voices and country music playing softly, he could also see that they had set up a playpen for animals on one side of the makeshift courtyard and at least two yellow labs were lazily dealing with the desert heat.

Tom thought about sleeping in his car but unless he planned to run the A/C all night, a big ask for his 15 year old clunker, he would need to sleep with the windows open. He tried to make himself comfortable but after only a few minutes, he hated the way the faux leather stuck to his skin and how unpleasant it was to breathe as the vehicle slowly turned into a metal oven.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered as he exited his car to fetch a sleeping pad and bag from his trunk. He walked into the dark trees, lighting his way with his cell phone flashlight, and eventually found a picnic table in the back of the tree grove. Some branches and leaves rustled above him, possibly a eucalyptus from what he could see on the ground, perhaps some desert willows or mesquites. It didn’t matter except that the trees and the open ground beneath the table, all facilitated the movement of air. Even a breeze of 95 degrees felt like a wondrous relief. He threw the mat on top of the table, there was no way he was sleeping on the ground in the middle of the desert, he’d already been bitten four times by scorpions and narrowly missed a rattler bite when he was just ten years old. The sleeping bag he set down as a pillow and jumped on top of the table to try and sleep.

“Hmmmmm. Argh. Oh fuck, so good!” someone was whispering. Tom was waking up from deep sleep, he had been exhausted after resting so little for the better part of a month and the feeling of air circulating around him, in this otherwise oppressive heat, had all lulled him into a comfortable rest. Now, slurping sounds and the feeling of his dick being constricted, or perhaps it was being massaged by something wet and fleshy, added to the voices he was hearing, and he was now wide awake. He opened his eyes without moving, it was after all a blowjob out in the middle of the desert and he did not want to spook whomever was doing him a solid.

“So fucking big, it’s delicious. I think he came earlier, it has spunk taste,” the compression created by the pair of full lips that was traveling the length of his shaft, was magical. In the dark, with nothing distracting him, he could feel the lips as they pressed against and over the thick veins that ran the length of his meat. The cock sucker’s tongue was also working hard, lapping and pressing against his dick but more spectacularly underneath his dickhead where the eager author of this blowjob flicked at his frenulum and licked it, treating it like a clit.

“He’s leaking, so fucking hot!” the voice said as he released Tom’s dick from his mouth but held on to the base with his hand, jerking him gently so as not to wake him, at least that had probably been the plan.

A new mouth, a new blowjob, replaced the first. “Shit!” he spit out between gag free deep dives. “This is fucking incredible, his balls, they’re enormous!”

His was the better blowjob, he was massaging Tom’s balls, at times licking them, but it was his cock work that stood out. The pressure was constant and constantly changing. He sucked on Tom like making love to the cock was the only thing keeping him alive. He somehow managed to maintain a constant vacuum-like seal that pulled blood into his shaft and fired all the millions of nerve endings, sending chills into his spine. Tom could feel himself starting to gasp for air, the cocksucker put Rory to shame! The throat work alone should have been written about in poems, it was exactly like entering a warm, moist pussy except tighter. In fact, Tom’s mind immediately traveled to the first time he pushed through Rory’s sphincter, the tightness and the heat he felt exploring his rectal walls, “Hmmmmmmm.”

“Oh shit,” the sucking stopped. Full silence followed as the two men seemed compelled by nature’s instinct to freeze, hoping no one had noticed them sucking on a sleeping stud in the rest area.

Tom hated that he had just made noise but in his defense, it was so fucking good he was close to cumming, he had felt it. But now that they knew he was awake, the jig was up.

“Dudes,” Tom said, pretending to be sleepier than he was, “what the fuck, you can’t just walk up to people and suck them off, you could get the shit beat out of you.”

“That’s Ok,” said the first young man, stepping closer to Tom, “you can slap us all you want, if that means we can keep sucking your dick.”

The second man, the better cocksucker who had frozen in place holding Tom’s engorged dick, came around the other side of the table. “We really don’t mind what you want to do to us, can we please keep sucking? Your meat is amazing, it’s fucking hot and tastes delicious, I want your load so bad!”

The better cocksucker slowly walked back to Tom’s dick and lowered his head to take the tennis player’s bulbous testicles into his mouth. He should give a masterclass on this too, thought Tom, he would sponsor Casey’s tuition.

Tom let out a moan. The young man’s tongue was dancing some exotic ballet inside his mouth, caressing and pressing each of Tom’s balls, at times sucking them both and stretching out his scrotum, at times pushing his entire face into his pelvis trying to actually swallow his testicles. “Fuck, that’s the best! You are one fucking talented mouth. I’m gonna call you Mouth.”

Tom lay his head back down to enjoy a few more minutes of exquisite ball washing that had him dripping pre-ejaculate all over Mouth’s head. He could feel the wet patch when he gripped Mouth by the hair and yanked him over his cock, then pushed him down fast and hard on the rigid pole. What would have wrecked almost any other man, given Tom’s girth and length, Mouth took with ease and obvious pleasure. He was well trained.

The second young man stayed closer to Tom’s head, leaning down to explore the tennis player’s upper body. His hands ran over and caressed the thick, muscular arms while his tongue licked and played with his unusually large nipples, a masculine capstone to the broad, square muscles that formed his pectorals. At times he would lick through the light dusting of hair that ran the lower ridge line of Tom’s chest, at times he would kiss his way down Tom’s abdomen, stopping to tenderly lick the outline of each abdominal, clearly defined and outlined underneath a youthful, tanned layer of skin.

Tom had never been licked like this or for so long, but like the cocksucking that was about to make him drop a massive second load for the evening, this was expert play. “That’s some tongue work, feels amazing! Go back to my nipples,” he grabbed another fistful of hair and repositioned the man over his right pectoral. “I’m gonna call you Tongue. Play with my nips, fucker.”

“You can still kick our ass if you want,” Tongue whispered. “We deserve it.”

Tom scowled, “No, this feels good, shut the fuck up and do what you were told.”

“Yes, sir,” Tongue replied and immediately began to suck on one of Tom’s nipples while pinching the other, playing with pressure and technique to see how much Tom could take.

Tom loved this and between the pleasure of having his tits twisted and pinched by these strangers, the ball wash and the amazing face rectum he was being treated to, his climax built up quickly. Both men sensed the new tension in his muscles, his abs tightened and his cock grew stiffer, much hotter and larger as he began to fire off massive ribbons of spunk into Mouth.

The cocksucker had pulled out to where he was kissing just the piss slit, feeling each pulse and jet of baby batter hit the back of his throat. His lips moved up and down only slightly, testing the limits of Tom’s overstimulated knob. It was near sensory overload and as the last of his glaze pulsed out of his dick, he was about to push Mouth off of him, when a voice in the darkness did it for him.

“Where the fuck are you? Tyler, Tanner, get the fuck over here!” It was a masculine voice, deep and authoritative. Tom looked to see where it was coming from and saw the outline of a bearded man standing out on the edge of the parking lot. He looked to be 5’11”, perhaps 250 pounds, he was shirtless and wearing a small pair of shorts and flip flops. The rest he could not see.

At the sound of the man’s voice, Mouth immediately spit out all of Tom’s cum that he had not already swallowed and began running back through the picnic area towards the powerful outline. Tongue also took off immediately, saying nothing, just running.

They were at the outline’s side in no time, and he was not happy. He was whispering now, at least Tom imagined so, as his hands continued to gesticulate aggressively, pointing to the ground to the two men, to the picnic area and finally, to the two RV’s. Throughout, the two young men kept their heads down, they nodded and perhaps spoke, it was hard to tell, and eventually, they pulled off their shorts and their tennis shoes and cast them aside to where the man seemed to be pointing.

The outlined man stepped forward and took both of their cocks, one in each hand and seemed to be exploring them. Without warning, both of his hands flew up and each young man got a resounding slap on the face. Then a second. Tom was startled. He looked but there were no cars for nearly 200 feet other than his. And the few cars that were closer to the bathrooms had their engines on, the A/C likely turned to max. Nothing moved at the sound of their obvious punishment. The outline pointed to the clothes on the floor and to one of the RV’s. The two young men grabbed their clothing and walked around the corner and out of Tom’s view.

 

[danielXdemedici]

First short story here on the forum. Would appreciate feedback.

This is a story about the paths we take to find home. This 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 Nintendo.


Part 3/4
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Tom considered going back to sleep but what he had just witnessed kept replaying in his mind, as if he had seen something forbidden, something that crossed the lines of basic human dignity; lines he was too close to crossing himself. Perhaps he’d already blown past them, but this was the first time he was seeing the dynamic as an outsider. Why were the young men so willing to accept it, they had even offered to let him beat them – whatever that meant – as long as they could continue to suck him off. Why not let the sucking be the thing? Why did he feel the urge to slap Rory the first time he offered to blow his dick?

Tom stared up into the sky, trying to formulate some theory of the events. His mind went back to Rory. A week after the sophomore had sucked his dick, Rory had come by Tom’s room. One of the privileges of being a star athlete was a room to himself and Tom had one of the nicer setups around with a queen bed, a desk, and a small couch.

“Can I come in?” Rory had asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Tom said, stepping back and opening the door wide.

Rory looked freshly showered. His normal tussle of blonde hair with large curls was combed back, still wet. He was wearing a freshly laundered polo shirt that accentuated every muscle, especially his arms and chest where the fabric seemed stretched to capacity. Rory stepped in and sat down on the couch, Tom took a seat on the desk chair nearby.

“What’s up?” Tom asked, grabbing a tennis ball and squeezing it mindlessly.

Rory looked at him, he was shirtless, wearing just a pair of shorts, no underwear. Sitting there, playing with the tennis ball, Rory saw the ripples under the athlete’s skin with each squeeze of the ball. From the tendons and muscles on his forearm, the veins that popped when they filled with blood to push oxygen to whatever muscle was contracting, to his bicep and his upper chest; it was all beautiful to him. Especially in his seated position, Tom’s pecs seemed to sit lower, giving them a fuller look. His abdominals gave an equally masculine impression, with a dusting of hair, some of it bleached by Tom’s time spent shirtless in the sun, and thin folds of skin laid effortlessly over thick bands of muscles. The only article of clothing he was wearing was a pair of basketball shorts that might as well have been advertising, thick uncut cock lives here. The outline was unmistakable and pulled at Rory’s eyes as if by tractor beam.

But Rory had come to talk and he fought to stay focused. “Are you pissed at me?” Rory asked, his expression revealed a vulnerability Tom did not immediately know how to manage or address.

Tom dismissed the question, “Nah, why would I be?”

“You haven’t called or talked to me once since – since last week,” Rory said, his eyes now fixed on the floor next to his feet.

Tom’s reply reeked of snark, “Of course I have, I told you not to eat the kimchi at lunch the other day, and I congratulated you on the win against Stanford. Why the fuck are you being so sensitive? Are all cocksuckers this sensitive?”

Rory seemed hurt.

Tom seemed annoyed. “Look, stop pretending to be all butt hurt just because you want to slurp on my cock again. Just ask, you don’t have to pull a fucking Casey and come in here with drama.” He stood up and dropped his shorts, stepping out of them. He was now completely naked, his soft, thick dick and large egg-sized testicles hanging very low against his legs.

Rory froze, he had clearly not expected this.

“The fuck!” Tom yelled, “I offer you the best cock on the team, maybe on campus, and you just sit there, get the fuck out!” Tom bent down to grab his shorts.

“Wait!” Rory blurted. “Wait, please, sir.”

Tom smiled and stood straight again, grabbing his cock and slapping his hand with it. He then took a step towards Rory who had quickly pulled off his clothes and was now on his knees. He was about to take Tom into his mouth when he looked up, “No more hitting me, OK?” he seemed to be begging. “You can say anything you want, call me whatever you want, but the hitting is too much, I feel like shit.”

“You’re the one that wants the cock, why do you set the rules, faggot?” Tom sneered.

As if to prove his point, Tom grabbed Rory by his blond hair and pulled his head back so that he was now staring up at the ceiling, his eyes filled with the bright dorm room lights, and he could see very little else. With his free hand, Tom grabbed the base of his growing cock and started to smack Rory’s face as hard as he could. This had the desired effect of quickly engorging his manhood with blood, filling it so that it became harder and each new blow stung all the more. He then took advantage of Rory’s already submissive posture and without warning, shoved the length of his fully erect cock deep into Rory’s gullet.

“You want the cock, I don’t need your throat, there are a million like it within five miles. They would all fall on their knees immediately if I pull out this cock. You know it, faggot, don’t you. That’s why you, a Division I athlete on a fucking full ride are taking whatever the fuck I do to you! Do you understand? You do not ever disrespect me that way again and lay down conditions as if I am the one on my knees, craving a man’s dick. It’s not me, it’s you that wants it, am I clear?” Instinctively, Tom was interrogating the degree of submission Rory was willing to accept.

“Yeeff, ffir,” came the reply through gags and tear soaked eyes; apparently they had not yet hit his limits.

After a face fuck that felt better than any pussy he had ever experienced, Tom decided he wanted Rory’s actual pussy. He ordered the handsome teen onto his bed and tried at first to push in without lube. “I’ve never -” Rory seemed to be vying for clemency or maybe just a little lube.

“Do you think I care?” Tom snapped. “You can leave anytime, I am not telling you to stay. You have never...but holy fucking shit, here you are with your ass in the air spread open like a fucking Bangkok whore!”

“Do you want to leave or do you want to shove some fingers in your hole to loosen that virgin pussy for your papa? Those are the fucking choices, pick one.” Tom growled.

Rory did not hesitate, he punched his head down on the bed and took one hand and reached back to pull his cheeks further apart. His other hand, which he put back in his mouth repeatedly for more moisture, worked his hole quickly, going from one finger to three in the space of a few minutes. Tom sat back on his desk chair and provoked his former friend, waving his cock, jerking it slowly and mocking his want.

“You come in here begging for my cock, faggot? It’s what you really wanted right? You come in here pretending to talk about how mean I was. Why? You wanted access to all my inches and these fat balls that I know you fucking love. Isn’t that right cocksucker?” Tom taunted.

“Yes, sir,” Rory replied, his voice a faint whimper as he was twisting three fingers in and out of his sphincter.

“Not a hair in sight,” Tom observed, coming closer and spanking Rory’s ass. “You knew why you came, you love cock, stop pretending to be anything other than a fag that loves dick. Who walks around with a perfectly hairless ass? Someone who wants men to fuck him, someone with a filthy hungry coochie! Maybe if you were honest I wouldn’t have to point this shit out. I hate dishonest people and I know what you really want is a dick up your ass, so I am going to help you stop lying about your feelings ‘cause the only one that matters is this one!”

As he spoke, Tom had been slapping his cock into Rory’s open trench, teasing the star athlete with the weight and force of the heavy sausage slamming into the gap between his ass cheeks. But with his last word, Tom shoved his hard as granite unit as far as it would go into Rory’s virgin hole. The feeling shocked and surprised both men. Rory was in immediate searing pain. He screamed into the mattress and gripped and clawed at the sheets like a maniac. Tom felt the warmest, softest, tightest hole he had ever had the privilege of fucking. Even Teresa Sommers who had let him pop her cherry, was not this warm, or this accessible. He never could get all the way inside her. Her pain was so bad she pulled away from him and refused to ever let him fuck her again. He was reduced to mediocre oral and quite lousy hand jobs for the month they stayed together after the failed fuck.

But no one was pulling away tonight. In spite of the feeling he was being torn into pieces and that his ass must be in bloody shreds, Rory hung on. He was lucky that Tom was enjoying the tightness and did not want to cum too fast, so he was not pumping aggressively. This gave Rory time to adjust and by the time Tom had started to pick up a stronger and faster rhythm, Rory was enraptured by the deep dicking he was receiving.

“Your balls, I love how they slap my ass,” Rory moaned. “Your dick is so fucking huge – oh – so fucking huge. Shit!”

“Finally, some honesty from you fucking homo. Tell me how much you love my cock, cause I got me a tight sleeve here that I am dying to paint white,” He replied, giving Rory another spank on his ass.

“Tom, your cock feels so fucking huge – it fucking burns – my hole is on fucking fire – oh shit -hmmmmmm- fuuuuck – so good!” Rory was moaning, squirming and squealing over the cock he had fantasized about for two years. He started to push his ass back to meet Tom’s thrusts.

“That’s right, I am properly enjoying your poof hole, that’s some good fucking shit! I may give you cock again if you keep it this tight. Hmmmmm. So warm and silky, it’s like your guts are made of hot pizza dough, it’s all – fuck – soft and wraps around so tight – oh god. Hmmmmm. Shiiit. Oh Fuck! I’m gonna – Gonna – Fuuuuck!” he cried out, falling onto Rory’s back, his muscles convulsing as thick ropes of his personal recipe sauce filled Rory.

He laid on top of Rory for a few minutes, Rory refused to move, Tom’s dick was still inside him and not wanting to lose it, he waited. When Tom recovered sufficiently, he stood up and sprawled out on the couch. “Clean my dick and get out,” he ordered.

Tom thought about this as he pulled his shorts back up, slipped on his flip flops and walked silently over to the RVs. Only one had lights on. Though all the slat blinds were shut, Tom believed he might still be able to peer inside and he approached the part of the RV that seemed to have the most movement inside. As he got close enough, he turned a corner and was surprised to see Tongue sitting on the floor outside, naked. He was wearing a cock cage and a metal collar around his neck, the other end of the collar tied to a bar welded onto the side of the RV. The same metal bar to which the two dogs were tied.

Tom held his finger to his lips and Tongue kept quiet. The dogs noticed the stranger and growled but Tongue calmed them and they went back to laying around in the maddening 3am heat. Tom peered through the window. Inside, two men had tied Mouth’s hands to his feet and laid him on a harness. His ass was completely available, exposed and gaped out as if someone were fucking him with a whale penis. The deep red tunnel, open and begging to be filled, began to have an effect on Tom, especially after just replaying taking Rory’s virgin hole in his mind while he was up on the picnic table.

Suddenly, he felt a hand grip his cock. Tongue had seen him get hard and had slipped his hand inside the leg of Tom’s shorts, easily reaching the monster. Tom waved at him to go but did not push him away immediately, his eyes fixed on the scene inside where one of the men was using a massive dildo, at least 20 inches long and maybe 10 in circumference, to further expand the size of Mouth’s asshole. The other was gripping Mouth’s balls tightly, pulling them as if he were plucking stubborn fruit from a tree. Mouth, for his part, was eagerly sucking on his torturer’s large dick. Slurping eagerly as if he had not just sucked another cock less than an hour prior.

“You were a bad fucking slave,” the man with the massive dildo yelled as he shoved half of it into Mouth. “We still need to fuck but this will make it so you don’t feel shit for a week, Tyler. You don’t deserve to feel Daddy fucking you, fucking useless slut. A piece of shit that can’t follow directions doesn’t get to feel a man’s cock inside him.”

Tyler nodded and continued to suck on the one cock being offered to him. At this point Tongue, who was apparently named Tanner, was trying to stretch his chain so he could suck on Tom’s dick. With the chain limiting his reach, he began trying to pull on Tom to come closer.

Tom knelt down, “What the fuck is this? Do you want to get out of here? I can take you somewhere safe.”

Tanner seemed confused by the offer, “I am safe, I’m with Daddies.” Having answered the question to his own satisfaction, he went back to his immediate purpose, “Come here and let me suck your dick again, I saw it get hard.”

“You’re safe?” Tom said, in a hushed but bewildered tone. “You’re tied up outside an RV in the middle of nowhere and your friend is tied up inside and getting plowed by a fucking gorilla dildo.”

Tanner smiled. He reached back behind his neck and pressed on a latch. His collar swung open. He did not take it off. He simply brought the two pieces back together and snapped them in place. “Now can I suck your dick? Please!”

Tom stood straight, shook his head and walked away. He went back up to his makeshift bed and laying there, he dialed a phone number.

“Hey, it’s Tom, you on the road yet? Where? Come back. I’m less than an hour from you, at the Mohawk Rest Area on I-8. Yeah, see you soon.”

 

[danielXdemedici]

First short story here on the forum. Would appreciate feedback.

This is a story about the paths we take to find home. This 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 Nintendo.

Part 4/4
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Rory arrived an hour later. Tom had his eyes focused on the night sky, his ears alert for the arrival of a car. He would be easy to spot. The lights in the RV had only recently been turned off and except for the rare motorist stopping to use the bathrooms, there was very little movement. When he heard Rory’s car, a two year old Ford Edge, pull up next to Tom’s beat up Corolla, Tom immediately sat up.

Rory stepped out of his car and not seeing Tom inside the Corolla, dialed Tom’s number on his cell phone.

“I’m up on the hill, I was trying to sleep outside. Walk straight up, about 100 feet,” Tom whispered into his phone.

“You’re not going to fuck me up are you, Tom?” Rory asked, “I gotta see my mom tomorrow and she’ll see marks.”

“No, buddy, I promise,” Tom said, “You know I don’t lie.”

That was true, there were many qualities missing from his repertoire that would have made the attractive, young athlete and absolute catch for any man or woman, but honesty was something he had in droves.

Rory had driven back an entire hour, he hoped there would be dick involved, where Tom was concerned, that was quite likely. He started walking blindly up the hill, eventually deciding, as a desert kid himself, to turn on his phone light to keep from stepping on any biting critters on the floor. Suddenly he heard a soft whistle to his right and he knew it was Tom. Rory found him sitting on top of the table, his legs spread open, his shoeless feet on the bench below. Tom smiled and signaled for Rory to sit between his legs. Rory tried, his instinct was to sit facing Tom, assuming the hung jock had called him to blow his cock. But Tom stopped him, turned him around and then pushed on his shoulders so his back was to the cock he had just driven an hour to suckle.

Instead, Rory felt Tom’s arms wrap around him, resting on his pecs, Tom’s fingers lightly pinching his nipples. He reached under Tom’s t-shirt and pulled it off, setting aside on the table, and went back to playing with Rory’s sensitive udders.

“What’s up Tom,” Rory asked. “Are you OK?”

Tom kissed Rory on the cheek, “I’m great, cocksucker. I just wanted to see you and ask you a couple questions. I knew you were just behind me so I figured I’d call.”

Rory was from Scottsdale, just north of Phoenix but both men traveled the same I-8 corridor for most of their journey.

“What did you want to know?” Rory asked.

“Are you afraid of me, Rory?” Tom asked in reply.

“No, why would I be?” Rory responded naturally.

“You were scared to come up right now, why was that?” Tom reminded him of their conversation just a few minutes ago.

“I wasn’t scared you would do something to me, like hurt me, but you fuck around a lot, you slap, and I didn’t want my mom to see some massive hand print or a fat cock shaped bruise on my face,” I don’t think you would actually hurt me though.

“Hmmmm,” Tom thought about this. His hand dropping slowly until his fingers were pushing into Rory’s loose jogging shorts which he loved to wear when driving.

“What’s going on?” Rory asked, “You never touch my dick, you never even ask if I came?”

“Do you? Jizz? Do you jizz when we fuck around?” Tom asked, wrapping his fingers around Rory’s cock. It was a nice cut dick, hard as diamonds, not huge, perhaps just under seven inches.

Rory felt his head tilting back into Tom, almost involuntarily. He moaned as Tom’s grip tightened and began to jerk him slowly. “That feels good, but why do you care? You never care.”

“Answer my question, you fucking cunt.” Tom growled, low and urgent into Rory’s ear. The intense sound and vibrations from Tom’s throat accentuated the pleasure Rory was already feeling.

“A couple of times, hmmmmm. That feels so good. You don’t have to make me feel good, Tom. Fuck, that’s nice. I know I’m just a cum rag to you.” Tom had started nibbling on Rory’s ear, breath, tongue and teeth were all stimulating his lobes and the tender skin on his neck just behind the ear. Rory had chills going up and down his spine.

“I made you feel that way, huh?” Tom asked while he joined his lines of attack, all at once nibbling on Rory’s ear, twisting a nipple with one hand and jerking his cock with the other.

Rory gripped Tom’s legs to either side of him, massaging down until he reached Tom’s feet. He had always loved how manly they looked, the high arch, the perfect alignment of his toes, the size of prominence of his big toe, there was an inescapable masculinity to those feet and he had never dared ask to touch them, never mind massage them at will. “It’s OK – hmmmm- shit, this is good – you’re fucking awesome – it’s OK, it’s who you are,” Rory replied.

That last one stung Tom, but he deserved it. He bent further forward and leaned in until he could reach Rory’s lips and he kissed him. Rory was beyond shocked and kissed Tom back, cautiously at first but he quickly lost himself in the taste and feel of the strong lips and the talented tongue. Tom felt Rory give himself to him in a different way, more for pleasure than sheer want. It was a feeling he captured in the kiss where at first Rory opened his mouth, waiting for Tom to do whatever Tom wanted to do. As the kiss built, Rory became a participant, taking and giving, sucking on his lips, licking Tom’s tongue, he even felt Rory’s hand caressing the back of his neck.

Suddenly, Tom felt a slight pause in the kiss, a hesitation, he wondered what had happened but immediately noticed Rory was cumming. He was spraying the desert night with his newfound joy. Tom smiled and kissed Roy with a newfound tenderness.

Rory bent down to clean up Tom’s hand, licking up his own cum and swallowing it quickly. As this was a night of surprises, Tom pulled him back by the hair and kissed him again, sharing the taste of his batter.

“What the fuck, Tom?” Rory asked, befuddled. “What happened to you? Last week you spat on me because I touched your ass, what’s going on?”

“Why do you put up with all of the shit I put on you?” Tom leaned forward and asked Rory who was now standing, facing him.

“I liked you a lot, you were really cool. We were friends and I thought you were sexy, I saw your cock and I got really horny, I’d been wanting it for a long time.” Rory answered.

“All of that was in the past tense, Rory, Why?” Tom’s question made Rory realize his choice of words, he had not thought about it as he was speaking. He looked down at the ground below. In the horizon, a faint light was breaking and it was enough to start to make out shapes on the ground.

“Everything you said was true, I wanted your cock, more than anything. I tried to put up some limits but I didn’t want to lose…” Rory stopped himself.

“You didn’t want to lose access to my cock, was that it? Do you even like me, Rory?” Tom asked.

Rory didn’t answer.

“Here is what I think happened, Rory,” Tom held out his hand and from his seated position, he pulled Rory in again, spun him while still standing and hugged him from behind. “I think you like cock. I think you like it a lot and you saw I had a lot of it so you said, I’m going to make a move. I took your love of cock and made you sacrifice your dignity to get it down your various holes. And that was my bad. I crossed a line, several lines. Truth be told, I like your holes. I like you even, I just had a hard time respecting someone that loves cock that much. Again, my bad. Your love of cock has given me some of the best head and ass I will ever have, I should be more appreciative and not so judgy about your extraordinary affinity for penis.”

“I don’t mind when you say stuff, at least when you say it to me. Having me blow you in front of the whole team was not cool. But what you say, it’s always true, I love how fat your dick is, I wish it were inside me right now to be honest,” Rory looked and saw that Tom’s dick was already half-mast. Tom winked at him and Rory immediately pulled Tom’s shorts down and swallowed his nine inches, his head bobbing like a hen digging for worms.

Tom looked over the horizon, the light would soon be clear enough that they would be seen by every driver in a three mile radius. “We’ve got about five minutes before we’re going to be putting on a show for the whole parking lot, Rory. Come sit on my cock and grind a load out of me.”

Rory smiled. He pushed Tom back onto the table and testing the limits of new Tom, decided to go cowgirl, he was usually told to turn the other way so Tom didn’t have to look at him while he was getting fucked. Tom smiled at him and slid his fingers into Rory’s mouth while Rory fucked himself fast and with wild abandon. When he ground himself hard enough, shoving Tom’s dick deep into his intestines, he was rewarded with a light slap to the face, a yank of his hair.

“You like my pussy, Tom?” Rory asked.

“You have a sweet ass pussy, baby,” Tom replied. “It is the tightest fucking flesh sleeve I ever whitewashed. I am going to make a summer resolution to treat you nicer. Your love of cock is both our gain, not leverage for me to fuck with you. Besides, your pussy fits my cock like you were born to be fucked by me! Does your pussy like my fat cock?”

Rory responded by gripping Tom’s dick with his sphincter and tightening all the muscles on his pelvic floor. Tom felt every new sensation and rewarded Rory with another playful slap to the face and within seconds, his third load of the night.

“Why don’t you tell your parents you’re coming home with me for a week? I’ll introduce you to my family we can fuck around all over Tucson, go hiking, whatever. Friends, like old times except now I know you want me to feed you every two hours like a real bodybuilder,” Tom proposed, giving Rory a quick eyebrow flash and blowing him a kiss.

“So are we like dating now?” Rory asked as they were each about to get into their respective cars.

Tom laughed. “You ever take a racket up the ass? Round side first?”

 

[8Cylinder]

Daniel, seriously...

I have a thorough affinity for the English language, composition, writing and editing. Your story in all its four parts should serve as a model for intensely clever storytelling, in an accessible yet high literary style, in perfect sentence structure, non-repetitive phraseology, mind expanding descriptive settings, and the ability to invest the reader, fully immersed in the scene. Highly, highly impressive.

Ultimate and heartfelt compliments, that make me want to tell all of this to you over a cocktail or coffee.

An embrace, and thanks. Don't stop there.

 

[danielXdemedici]

Thank you, @8Cylinder. I truly appreciate the feedback. I am considering starting a Patreon alongside what I want to share here. I have a complete book in draft. I am struggling with the question of when to let go as the piece is never perfect. The decision of when to start releasing that content is made a little tougher by the fact that it is a challenging story that includes the passion and prurient content we all enjoy in erotica but also attempts to explore deeper issues of identity, self-loathing and the types of bonds that can heal or injure us further.

While I weight when to begin publishing that, I hope to keep producing a couple of chapters a week for LPSG, either short stories like this one, born out of my habit to play with myself as a keep-awake strategy on long drives (am I the only one?), or smaller stories of 1-2 chapters.

Please let me know if you see something you think I could adjust. Even now, rereading this story, I noted a few typos I wish I could fix in the original post. I will post again in a year or so and make sure those are addressed.

Patreon or no, I am excited about finally putting to paper all these ideas that have been roaming in my head for years.

Thanks again!
Dan

 

[8Cylinder]

Thank you, @8Cylinder. I truly appreciate the feedback. I am considering starting a Patreon alongside what I want to share here. I have a complete book in draft. I am struggling with the question of when to let go as the piece is never perfect. The decision of when to start releasing that content is made a little tougher by the fact that it is a challenging story that includes the passion and prurient content we all enjoy in erotica but also attempts to explore deeper issues of identity, self-loathing and the types of bonds that can heal or injure us further.

While I weight when to begin publishing that, I hope to keep producing a couple of chapters a week for LPSG, either short stories like this one, born out of my habit to play with myself as a keep-awake strategy on long drives (am I the only one?), or smaller stories of 1-2 chapters.

Please let me know if you see something you think I could adjust. Even now, rereading this story, I noted a few typos I wish I could fix in the original post. I will post again in a year or so and make sure those are addressed.

Patreon or no, I am excited about finally putting to paper all these ideas that have been roaming in my head for years.

Thanks again!
Dan

Dearest Dan... perfection does not exist. Set it up and sell all you can now.

 

[WillieWestewind]

Thank you. I’ve enjoyed your writing. The cherry on top for me was the deepening of their interaction towards the end. I tend to find emotional bonding quite the loin stirrer - strange yes, I know. Excited to see how their relationship develops further.