Chapter 2
We all collapsed in the warmth of the sun. The sun's golden goodness caressed our fatigued bodies. Although I had not shot my load as yet, my body was numb with these new experiences. I was tired and fell asleep briefly. When I awoke Cal was already dressed and Thomas was stretching, trying to get his muscles back into operating order. His glistening black body wrapped in sunlight was a gorgeous scene to watch. He moved like an immense graceful dancer.
Thomas began to dress. Even when fully dressed, the monochromatic blue of the police uniform could not conceal the perfection of his body beneath. "I really love to watch your body, Thomas... It's beautiful!"
"Thank you, Eric. I'm a pretty big dumb animal, but I know I have a good thing in this body if I take care of it. I like to exercise it and keep it in good shape." He glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes, a slight grin on his lips as he admitted, "However, you two sex fiends practically ruined me this afternoon. I'm a mess right now. What I need is a good hot bath and a hard massage."
"Can I do that for you, Thomas? Can I give you that message?"
He slid on his boots, shiny with polish. "I don't know, Eric. What's your program? I thought you were riding out with your buddy, Cal."
Cal was already walking back to the truck. He was nervous about leaving it in the rest stop so long unattended. He was carrying a pretty valuable load and would have been in deep trouble if he let it get away from him.
"I'm hitching my way to Iowa to work on my uncle's farm for the summer. Cal is just a good guy who picked me up and is giving me a lift -- we're not really riding buddies. I have to show up at my uncle's place soon or he's going to go out of his head with worry. I'll give you my address in Iowa. Who knows, maybe you have a little vacation or something later this summer and you could motor out that way and we could get better acquainted. I could give you that massage you need, right?"
"Right, man." He grinned. "I want you to give me that massage."
"And by then, maybe my virgin ass won't be so virgin anymore and you could plant that big dick of yours inside me. You could teach me about getting torn up the way you like it, right?"
Thomas wheezed with delight. "Oh man, you're so right. Yes, man, I want to shove my dick up your lily-white ass in the worst way. Not just my dick, man, but my tongue, my fingers, anything that will get you off." Thomas was getting another hard-on. "Come on, Eric, let's get out of here. I've been gone too long now and if we stay one more second I'm going to have to rape that gorgeous ass of yours. Let's split, man."
I followed Thomas out of the woods, watching his buttocks moving up and down, reaching out occasionally to place my hand on his ass. Thomas would glance over his shoulder and smile. I was happy.
Cal and I climbed aboard the truck cab and started to move out. Thomas was standing in the middle of the road beside his cruiser, my summer address in his hand. He looked like an unmovable rock planted in the middle of the road. I really hoped I would see him again. In the meantime Cal whistled happily as we pushed back down the highway. I curled up in the bunk and slept away several hours.
When I awoke we were pulling into a stop for gas and chow. Cal took care of the needs of the truck after which we sauntered inside the diner-motel to get a shower and food, which we both needed after our exhausting summer game in the woods with Officer Thomas.
The water rushing over my body was like magic, it gave me new life and new energy. Cal scrubbed through the black hair on his chest, relaxing in the warmth and security which a shower provides. I took a long look at Cal and felt good about his strong body -- nearly one hundred and seventy pounds compactly arranged on a five foot eleven inch frame. His black curly hair glistened now with droplets of water. His shoulders were wide, his chest was wide, his hips and buttocks were wide, and so was his grin. When he looked up and laughed at me with that wide mouth my thought was that he could probably get two good cocks down that lusty throat of his. I told him that and he howled with laughter.
"I'll tell you something, I've done that, believe me. Have you ever been in a Turkish bath? No, of course you haven't. Well, there was a time in Atlanta, when on several occasions I had two good strong pricks working inside my throat. Wow, is that a trip!"
As Cal was talking his prick started to rise up strong out of the black nest of hair between his legs. He looked at me. "But I'll tell you what, right now I'll settle for one perfect cock in my mouth... yours... ok?"
Before I could answer he was on his knees with my prick lying on his tongue, his lips curled around the base of my rising prick, and he began to suck. I closed my eyes, delighted with such a sweet blow-job. I really had a load ready to shoot all day and now was the time. What I wasn't expecting was the gallery of three guys watching. There they were when I opened my eyes... all nude, soaping up, each with a hard-on, but not disturbing the glorious sucking that Thomas was doing on my prick. Damn, I felt my balls start to jerk up tight and I knew that I was going to come. And I did. I gushed a load down Cal's throat and he swallowed it all.
When he opened his eyes he was startled to see the gallery of onlookers. But, in his usual genial, unaffected, unruffled manner, he simply smiled and said, "Next."
One by one these horny fellows walked over to Cal, poked their bursting dicks into his mouth and shot him a load. The last two he placed carefully so that he could get both their cocks into his mouth at the same time. Then, winking at me, he went down on them and showed me how two good strong beefy peckers would fit into his talented mouth. And he sucked them dry. I was amazed, and delighted. I liked watching his double suck.
After drying off and changing clothes we ate our dinner. I teased Cal. "I don't know how you could be hungry after that four-course dinner you just had in the shower."
"Well, that was just appetizers. I can only suck that meat and then I have to eat some good red meat to keep up my energy. I'm going to have some rare roast beef, and so are you. It will be good for you -- load your pecker."
So we ate. The truck was locked up for the night; Thomas and I sacked in for a good night of sleep. We both needed it desperately.
The next morning we downed as many eggs as we could eat and were back on the road. According to the map Cal and I were going to be parting company in about fifty miles as he headed north into Michigan, and I continued west to Iowa. We were pretty quiet during that next hour. We had had a good time together and we were sorry to have to part.
"Take it easy, and take good care of that virgin ass of yours, ok?"
"Thanks, Cal, and keep sucking."
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his prick to wave good-bye to me. I leaned forward and pulled it into my mouth and got it hard. Then I kissed it farewell. He ran his hand up the leg of my cut-offs and squeezed my nearly hard dick. I watched him head his rig north and felt a little lonely back on the road by myself I should not have been on that road in the first place. I had the money to take a bus, but had decided to save the money for other things. I sat down on my pack and daydreamed about the past events. I still could see that handsome black cop with his beautiful black body and it made me happy to just be alive. However, I was never going to get further west daydreaming beside the road. I pulled myself together and got back on the shoulder of the road in the direction I had to go. I pulled out the sign that read Iowa, and held it in front of me, waiting for a ride.
In twenty minutes I was tucked in the front seat of a speeding Mustang, tearing down the road like time was standing still. The driver's name was Jackson and he kept talking non-stop, almost as fast as he drove. Finally I told him I had made a mistake and would get off at the next roadside rest area so that I could retrace my mileage. The jerk really didn't understand that I couldn't handle this talk any longer. Fifteen minutes later I found myself at an outdoor rest stop alone again.
I drank cool fresh water from a hand-pump, then headed for the john to piss. I was pissing when I noticed a hole had been carved out of the wall of the shit stall next to the urinal. I peeked in through the hole but no one was in the stall. I went in and sat down to see what would happen in this place.
There was a stall next to the one I was in and caned in the wall was an even bigger glory hole. The guy sitting in that stall was stroking a masterful hard-on. He had a long thick, stiff piece of meat that he was stroking on hard. I looked through the hole until he noticed me. He boldly stood up, shoved his hard cock through the hole and I was in glory with his stiff pecker running up and down my thirsty throat. The guy must have been hot as a pistol because I had hardly gotten into a comfortable head stroke when his prick exploded. Shots of sweet cum went barreling down my throat then, just as quickly, the guy was gone. He looked happy as he left. I bet he could make that long prick shoot about six times a day. It had a nice clean taste.
The next guy that came in was a slob, so I pulled up my pants and went back outside. I sat on a bench near the pump watching the people pull in and out of the rest area. A young farmer drove up in a pickup truck full of grain and didn't come out of the pisser for a long time. I was getting curious, so I ambled quietly back to the john and pushed open the door. The young farmer almost fainted with surprise; he hadn't heard me come up to the building until I opened the door. He was standing with the door of his stall wide open and another middle-aged husky farmer had his big dong planted square in the ass of this good-looking young man. I got a little weak when I caught sight of his chiseled body. I whispered that it was okay, they should continue. The panic left their faces and they continued to fuck right there in front of me. The older man had a pair of balls on him that hung down like basketballs. They were beauts.
I strode over to the younger man and ran my hand down his belly, over his balls and between his legs, where I could feel a really big hard wet pecker going in and out of his hurting ass. I kissed his hard chest and nibbled on his tits. It drove him crazy and his body began to move frantically.
I looked him in the eyes and whispered, "You like to get fucked?"
He nodded his head and moaned, "I love to get fucked."
"Will you let me fuck you after his cock shoots off in you?"
He looked me pleadingly in the eyes, "I'd love it." And at that very moment the guy behind him reared up and shot his cum deep into my new friend's ass. I heard the cock slurp as it plopped out and the man went back into his booth to clean up.
The young farmer gave a low whistle as his ass muscle constricted after giving up the big cock. He smiled at me, "It's pretty risky here, so let's go to my farm down the road, ok?" The guy was nervous about the whole fuck scene in this public place. I didn't want to take all this time from the road but I was too hot now not to say yes.
We piled into his pickup truck and started down the interstate. We were off that busy road and onto a country road in a manner of minutes and soon were pulling into a small farm. No one else seemed to be around except a couple of dogs.
The young farmer pulled up next to the barn and smiled at me. "My name is Martin. What's yours?"
"I'm Eric. Pleased to know you."
"Look Eric, let's go into the barn here where we won't be disturbed."
We climbed out of the truck and pulled the door of the barn closed behind us. Several dogs followed us inside but went into a corner and seemed to go to sleep. Martin pulled off his overalls, showing that he didn't wear another stitch of clothing under them. The narrow middle of his body was very white while the rest of it was very tanned from being in the sun. Even his long legs were tanned. He was a damned-good looking sexy young farmer -- all blond and hard and horny as hell.
He had me out of my clothes in a second and was down on my cock, gobbling it up. But I really wanted to fuck his beautiful white ass. I knew that he loved to be fucked. But Martin had his own ways as I soon found out.
From a little side room in the barn he brought out a bench with several rounded, long smooth poles sticking out of it about six inches or more. He set it down in the middle of the hay and invited me to sit on one of the poles. "Look Eric, I want you to slide your tight little ass onto one of these poles, ok?"
I lowered my ass and felt one of the smooth poles against my asshole. "Here, let me grease it up for you, Eric. And I'll grease up one for me." Out came a can of Crisco and he greased up all the poles.
Martin spread his legs and sat on the middle pole, which was about medium size. I saw the pole disappear into his asshole and I saw the glazed look in his eyes as the pole disappeared into his rear-end. He obviously had done this many times before and loved it.
I lowered my ass onto one of the poles that was about the size of Cal's two fingers, which I remembered had felt good inside of me. Martin, however, needed more than what he had and he quickly got off and slid onto the largest pole at the end of the bench. He moved around on it and moaned with pleasure.
His body was all tense and rigid, all muscle, all made for wild sex. Under my tender caressing his body relaxed and he began to breathe normally again. Martin looked up at me with eyes of deep appreciation. "Oh thank you, Eric. Let's go to the house and get cleaned up."
We gathered up our clothes but didn't put them back on, and headed for the farm house across the yard. The dogs were running around us, still horny, their pricks darting out. I had to kick them away from me to keep them at a safe distance.
In the house Martin ran a deep bath and slid his body into the warm water. He gestured to me to join him and I didn't hesitate. I undressed slowly -- stretching my body into provocative poses to please Martin's appreciative eyes. Martin had had his ass full, now I would give him his eyes full.
I pissed slowly into the commode with Martin's eyes glued to my every movement. It was a strong hard yellow stream that hit the water in the commode and made a foam. I had always liked the sound of pissing. Now just as I was nearly finished, I whipped my cock over the tub and let the last few drops trickle over Martin's body. He moaned softly with pleasure and massaged those golden drops into the tanned skin of his chest and stomach. He licked his fingers and smiled as though I had given him a gift of the rarest liquor. He gestured to me, "Come Eric, lie in the water beside me."
I tested the water with my hand and Martin grabbed for my wrist, held on and began to caress my arm with his other hand. He ran his fingers gently to my chest and pinched at my hard rosy tits. It felt so good. He pulled me gently toward him and lifted my legs over the side of the tub and I slid down into the water beside him. The old-fashioned tub was large and there was just enough room for both of us under the water if we held each other in our arms and melted into each other's bodies. The water was warm and soft; Martin's body was warm and hard -- like iron. There were no soft spots in his body, no fat. Even his buns were like rock. I suppose that all the hard work on the farm kept his body in this top condition.
We relaxed in the water, running our hands over each other's bodies. Martin ran his tongue around my neck and into my ear. That was getting me pretty horny again. Both our cocks were at full mast. But shooting our loads wasn't foremost in our minds. It was being together, holding each other, caressing each other.
We rested in the bathtub a long time. Martin eventually fell off to sleep with his head cradled in my arm. My arm then went to sleep so I had to wake him up to make a move and get circulation back into my muscles. I cradled up in his arm with my lips against his chest and soon dozed off. When I awoke the water was very cool and I began to shiver. Martin and I both pulled our lethargic bodies out of the cool tub and began to rub down with warm towels. I felt good, but very lazy.
Martin pulled me into his bedroom where he stretched me out on a huge antelope skin on the floor. He placed his knees on either side of my body, poured musk oil onto my back and gave mea firm massage. His hands were strong, very strong. However, he did not hurt me; rather, his pressure was firm and gentle. My muscles began to relax and tingle as he moved down my back, over my buttocks, along my legs; he even worked over my feet.
I loved the feel of this hard young man working on me. I got a rush just being aware of his firm full legs straddling me, pushing into the side of my body. When he stretched his body full-length on top of mine and poured his animal warmth and energy into me I felt I was being reborn.