Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 21:41:08 -0500 From: H. Rick Cantwell Subject: Rascal Part Seven Rascal Part Seven Debrief and Depart (M/M, Oral, Anal, Incest) This is a continuing story. Constructive criticism is welcome, at zestful@myexcel.com. Mention the title in the Subject line or I might delete it by accident, thinking it's spam. Disclaimer: Read chapters 1 though 6 for the disclaimer. Devoted readers, thanks for your words of encouragement. However, I tried to email SOME of you but it came back "undeliverable." So, special acknowledgements to: Newt#####@Lycos, brockman RPS5...@aol, rockhunter##@aol and to Tony, using Norm's address. Love you all (even those not specifically mentioned here), for caring enough to let me know what you think. Hearing from you and NEW readers will help keep alive the desire to continue this tale. --Dick Hickey. If you're not old enough to read stories involving graphic descriptions of sex between consenting males, or if such stories are illegal where you live, do not continue reading beyond this sentence. Rascal Part Seven Debrief and Depart We awoke Saturday morning, refreshed--Ryan and me, anyway. Lyle was in the same double bed with us, lying on the other side of Ryan with his back to the center of the bed. It was a man-boy-man sandwich of pressed flesh. Lyle's beefy body, Ryan's diminutive frame and then my own lithe stature filled the mattress to capacity. I was facing the other double bed, with my back to Ryan, watching Kevin and Luke 69ing on their morning woodies. Ryan had his head resting on the bony deltoid area of my shoulder. In barely a whisper, so as not to wake his dad, I guess, Ryan said, "Nice." I nodded my head in agreement. Still whispering, he said, "Wouldn't it be awesome to wake up every morning and watch people having sex?" "It would probably get boring after a while." "Nugh ugh!" Ryan said in total disbelief of my presumed blasphemy. His left hand snaked down and over my hip to grip my cock. "I love the feel of you Daddy Two." "I love the feel of you feeling me, Rascal." I turned my head slightly, knowing he would give me a light peck on the lips before diverting our attention back to the floor show--or in this case, the bed show. Last night, after his afternoon ordeal, it was decided that Ryan would have no more sex until morning. Then his father and I would evaluate his condition. Although he whined and whimpered, sticking out his lower lip in a pout, I think he was secretly glad. To distract him from his carnal desires, Lyle drove the two of us to my car. We brought along enough gas to get us back to the cabin where we could fill it up more easily. The action in the bed across from us wrestled me from my reverie. Kevin rolled onto his back, forcing Luke to get on his hands and knees in order to keep sucking Kevin's dick and still get sucked BY him. It was one of the first ways Kevin and I made love--back when I was in prison. He told me at the time, it gave his partners the opportunity to take as much of his cock as they could accommodate, but at their own pace. For me, it was a godsend. I was used to having huge cocks forced down my throat but with Kevin, I learned how to not only take it more easily, but how to make a cock that big feel good, too--or better than most guys, I guess. To thrust a cock down someone's throat feels good, but to have that throat work its muscular magic on it is even better. It was that muscular magic I was able to learn from Kevin's present position. It looked like he was training Luke, too, in the fine art of sucking monster meat. I elbowed Ryan gently and pointed to my throat. Then we watched Luke's throat make swallowing motions as, inch-by-inch, he consumed more and more of Kevin's cock. My own cock leaked a drop or two of pre-cum. Ryan absentmindedly brought his hand to his mouth and licked it off before resuming his lazy stroking of my half-hard cock. His own fat cock was pressed against the meaty flesh of my ass but he was only humping me half-heartedly because he was mesmerized by the performance of Kevin and Luke. "What's Kevin doing?" Ryan whispered. I saw Kevin's tongue tightly wrapped under Luke's foreskin. "Mushroom hunting." "Huh?" "He's sticking his tongue under Luke's foreskin to try and find some smegma. He's using his tongue kinda like you would use your finger to flick a mushroom out of the ground. You know, the mushroom head on your cock?" I whispered. I don't know why we were whispering because I was fairly sure they could hear us. "Oh, mushroom hunting. Huh!" Ryan said, storing that tidbit of information away for later. "A friend of mine thinks it got that name because of the taste." "The stuff called smegma, right?" Ryan asked. "Yeah. Well, this friend of mine thinks the act of cleaning out the cockcheese is like picking the mushrooms out from under the crown-- and of course, it tastes a little like fresh mushrooms, too." "Humm." Ryan processed that information. "I like mushrooms." Kevin began to move again. Once they were repositioned, both men were on their knees, facing each other. Kevin pressed the piss slit of HIS cock up to LUKE'S piss slit and pulled Luke's foreskin out and away until he was able to wrap it around the head of his own cock. "That's called cock-docking," I said, "or docking for short." "Well, neither one of THEM are short!" Ryan giggled. Kevin began jacking Luke's abundant skin over both cockheads. Because Kevin's was so bulbous and the skin was stretched so tight, it didn't slip off. "I want you to cum, baby. Can you do that for me?" Kevin pleaded. "Not a problem," Luke said. "I just about came in your mouth while you were suckin' me." "Do you need to jack it off or am I doin' okay?" "You're doin' fine." "I know some guys can't cum by jacking off unless they do it themselves." "Doin' fine. Gettin' close," Luke said breathily. I saw his thighs quiver and then they jerked like they wanted to squeeze together but of course, they couldn't because his full weight was on them. "Ungh ... uhhh ... UNGH!" Luke moaned. The only way you could tell he had cum was from the squishy sound Kevin's fist made as he continued to stroke his own cock to orgasm. After Kevin's spasms subsided and his hips quit involuntarily jerking his cock into the tunnel of flesh, he squeezed the foreskin tight and eased his cock out. Pinching the skin closed, Kevin repositioned himself so he was on his back with his head beneath Luke's now deflating cock. He stuck out his tongue, gently rested Luke's cock on the tip of it, curled his tongue until it made a trough and released the foreskin. Both loads of jism gushed out torrentially down the fleshy sluice into Kevin's mouth. As Kevin kept milking Luke's cock, additional globs oozed out of the ample foreskin. Then, Luke fell forward and began cleaning up Kevin's cock, too. Ryan raised his sticky fingers to my mouth and I licked my pre- cum off. I felt the bed bounce as Lyle turned over. "You guys startin' without me?" Lyle asked. "Those two are already done," I said with a jerk of my head toward the other bed. "You just missed the most awesome display of mushroom hunting and cock docking ... and cum sucking I've ever seen! Man! My dick's so hard you could crack it with the swat of a feather." "Good. That's the way we're gonna keep it for today," Lyle said. Ryan's eyes got huge in disbelief. "No way!" "If you two are done performing," Lyle said to Luke and Kevin, "I'd suggest we get some breakfast. We've got a debriefing to get through today." Ryan offered to fix bacon and scrambled eggs. With Ryan's help, telling or showing me where things were, we were soon sitting around the table eating. Lyle sat at one end, Ryan and I sat on one side while Kevin and Luke sat across from us. "Can we stay naked all day?" Ryan asked. "It's okay with me," Lyle said, "but the others can do whatever they want." "Fine by me," Luke said. "I was a little uncomfortable yesterday ... you know, being naked in front of the boss isn't all that commonplace. But now, I guess I'm okay with it." "Good. If there's anything I can do to ... well, make it up to you for putting you in this situation ..." "Uh, there is ONE thing," Luke said, shoveling a forkful of scrambled eggs in his mouth. "What's that?" Lyle asked. "Don't let that demon child of yours anywhere near me. He'd wear me out in less than 24 hours." Luke smiled at Ryan. Ryan threw him an air kiss. "I love you, too." "Actually," Luke said, "you already have made it up to me." He reached over and gripped Kevin's hand. "You introduced me to Kevin." "I don't want to rain on your wedding plans but I felt the same way about Kevin once. Trust me, he ain't the marryin' kind," I said. "Don't worry," Luke said. "It's not love. We just have a lot in common. It's ... well, last night after you guys went to bed, we went out on the porch to talk." "I'm just warning you," I said, "he'll use you to get what he wants and then turn on you." "He has the video," Kevin said. "I can't use him like I do everyone else. Besides, I think I've met my match when it comes to ..." "Let's just say we have similar interests," Luke said. "Well," Lyle said, "until after the debriefing, we all keep our hands to ourselves." Then, looking at Ryan, he added, "That includes mouths, assholes, and anything else your diabolical little mind can come up with." He reached over and ruffled Ryan's hair. "How you feeling, Rascal?" "Better. Last night I was kinda sore." "Kinda or really?" After a thoughtful evaluation, Ryan said, "My ass was kinda sore but my lips were really sore, once the numbness went away." Luke got up long enough to retrieve a notepad and a mechanical pencil from the videocam backpack. I hadn't seen anyone use a mechanical pencil in years. He pressed down on the eraser end and a small point of lead--graphite actually-- appeared at the stylus end. 'I wonder if they still make refills,' I thought before it occurred to me that they must, if Luke was still using one. He made a quick note. I presumed the debriefing had begun. Lyle reached for the platter of eggs and scraped another pile onto his plate. "Pass the toast, would you, Kevin?" 'This is obviously going to be a working breakfast,' I thought as I slid two more slices of bacon onto my plate. "So," Lyle said, "after you ran out of gas and knew you had to walk to the cabin, how did you feel?" "I was okay for the most part," Ryan said, "because Uncle Dickey was with me." "But you said something about bears," I said. "Well, yeah. I'd heard people around the lake talk about bears, but I've never actually seen one. Anyway I think I was already nervous 'cuz I was worryin' about the bears," Ryan said, "so when Kevin showed up, I was relieved." "Because you thought you would have a safe place to get away from the bear?" Lyle asked. "Yeah. But when Uncle Dickey told me to run, I got scared all over again. I mean, I knew he must have had some reason or he wouldn't have sounded so scared himself." "Kevin and I have a distressing history," I said looking across the table at Kevin with a scowl. "So what did you learn from that?" Lyle asked. "Uh ... well, don't assume that just any available option is always the best option." "You mean, just because there was a van available ..." Lyle said. "Yeah ... it looked like a good choice but, of course, it wasn't-- I mean, not if Kevin had been a REAL kidnapper." "Then you ran. What was going through your mind?" Lyle asked. "I wanted to get Uncle Dickey to safety. I knew if we could get to the cabin, we could lock the door." "Good," Lyle said but with a reserved tone. "But he could come through the window," I said. "Dad's gun cabinet!" Ryan said, pointing to the gun case as if he'd just thought about it. "We'd have guns!" "Okay," Lyle said. "Where's the key to the ammo?" Ryan looked at his father with a blank stare. "I don't know." "So getting to the cabin and having an empty gun is useless, wouldn't we agree?" "Uh, yeah, I guess so." "Could you shoot a man if you had to?" Luke asked the same question I was asking myself. Hanging his head in shame, Ryan said, "No, I'm pretty sure if I shot someone, it would be by accident." "So the learning lesson is ...?" Ryan thought for a moment. "Just like the van, the cabin wasn't my best choice?" "Not if you refuse to use a gun," Lyle said, like it was a correct answer instead of an accusation. "But I HATE guns!" Ryan pouted. "But I guess if you want me to, I'll learn how to use them." "It's useless if you can't shoot someone," Luke said. "That's not fair," I said. "You don't know that he WOULDN'T shoot someone ... under extreme circumstances." "The one thing you DON'T want to do is fire a weapon under stress," Lyle warned. "Besides," Luke said, "it takes a certain kind of person, a certain callousness, to shoot someone. It's not something EVERYone can do. It doesn't make you a bad person, it just makes you a bad gun handler." "Is there something else you could have done yesterday?" Lyle asked. "Spraining my ankle didn't help," Ryan said scornfully. "I thought about going in another direction," I said, "hoping to distract them from Ryan, but before I could do that, I thought I should stay with Ryan in case they caught up with him. I thought I'd be able to protect him." I dropped my gaze in shame. "With Ryan being the primary target, they wouldn't have chased after you. Sticking together was the right thing to do in this case," Lyle said. "Don't beat yourself up about it." "Good," I said, glad I'd made the right decision. "I could have headed for the lake," Ryan said in a tone like he was wondering if that would have been a viable option. "Why would you head there?" Lyle asked in an encouraging rather than accusatory tone. "Uh ... well, I could ... swim over to the neighbors ... maybe?" "What advantage would you get from being in the water?" "Uh ..." "Better yet, think of it the other way. What disadvantage would you force your kidnapper to endure by going in the lake?" "If he can't swim, I've got the advantage." "Or if you're too far ahead of him for him to catch up," Lyle added. "What about his vehicle?" "Well, he wouldn't be able to follow me into the lake," Ryan said, pleased with his choice of an alternative means of escape. "Oh! And if he wanted to follow me around the lake in the van, he couldn't because there's no one road that goes all the way around the lake!" "Now we're getting somewhere. Okay. You're in the lake and you're looking for the best place to come ashore. What places do you avoid?" "Near the road, the boat ramp, uh ... the open beach." "Good." "That's fine if he's kidnapped here at the lake," I said, "but what about home or school ... or, god forbid, MY place?" "That's why this is important. What he learns from this experience, he can apply to those other venues," Lyle said. "Where to run, where to hide," Luke said. "Generally, you don't go UP into a building, you go down and out--even though you see people in the movies doing it wrong all the time. It's too easy to get trapped on the roof or in an attic." "Or a basement," Ryan said, apparently comprehending what he needed to think about. "Now, Ryan," Lyle said gravely, "we need to talk about what I put you through yesterday. To most people, it was unforgivable." He looked directly at me. "But for me, it would be unforgivable if I didn't prepare you in some way for what could happen to you ... because of who I am and what I do for the FBI." "I know, Daddy. I'm not mad. I mean, at first, I thought we were in the kidnap scenario you had planned, but when all those other guys showed up, I was sure it was the real thing." "So, all the way through that ordeal, you thought you were really being kidnapped and raped?" "Yeah." "I know it sounds heartless, but that's what I needed you to think." "I realize that now." "I hate to do it to you, but can you tell me how you felt." "When?" "Tell me what you remember. What you don't remember might give me a clue to what we need to work on--Dick and me--to help you protect yourself." "Well, like I said, by the time they handcuffed me, I was scared. Oh, and I didn't like the gag. I felt like I was gonna drown in my own spit 'cuz I couldn't swallow properly." "Luke, make a note." Lyle said in his at-the-office tone of voice. Luke stopped lazily stroking his dick to write it down. "But when they ripped my clothes off. Well, it hurt when they yanked on the seams until they ripped ..." Ryan lowered his head bashfully, "... but I kinda liked being seen naked by all those guys." "I saw him bone up." I said. "I couldn't tell if it was from thrill or fear. It occurred to me that in just a few short months, Ryan had gone from bashful to confident about being naked. "You're becoming a little exhibitionist, you know," Lyle scolded good-naturedly. "I saw him bone up, too," Kevin said. "Like father, like son." "I wish I WAS as big as Daddy." "You're well on your way," Kevin said. "It makes my peter hard just thinking about how big you are." Ryan smiled but blushed. He was also starting to get a hard-on from all the talk about what happened to him. "So, what else do you remember," Lyle asked, steering us back on course. "Kevin made me suck him. Nice dick, dude! Was your daddy part elephant?" "Only the part that counts," Kevin said, stroking his meat casually. "Anyway, I kinda liked that! You know me! But I didn't like being handcuffed. I'd have sucked him anyway." "I know, but 'the kidnapper' didn't know that," Lyle said, scratching quote marks in the air with his fingers. "Kevin didn't know you were gay. He only knew Dick was." "Really?" "Yep. Couldn't tell him. Otherwise his reaction to you would have been different." "Like how?" "Easier, harder, it doesn't matter. It would have been different." "I guess I know what you mean," Ryan said wisely. "There are times when you don't want your kidnapper to know you like something," Luke said, "or they might try to think up even nastier shit to put you through." "But you don't want to aggravate them either, so you might want to protest--but not fight--whatever it is they're forcing you to do." "Yeah, I think I understand," Ryan said. "I have to feel 'em out, go with the flow ..." "Exactly. Even though it's not always easy to figure out. What else?" Lyle asked. "Then, let's see. Oh, yeah! Marcus! Damn he was black! For as big as he was, I thought he'd be rough but he was just a big ol' pussycat." "Yeah, like a panther," I said. "Uh huh," Ryan said. "Then all the other guys took over." "Wait a minute," Lyle said. "You didn't say how you felt about Marcus or what he did to you. Is there anything you remember?" "No, nothing special," Ryan said thoughtfully. I saw Lyle look at Luke and I watched Luke make a note. He had switched his jacking hand so he didn't interrupt the lazy stroking motion he was enjoying on his cock. "And the other guys?" Lyle asked. "At first, I loved gettin' it at both ends. It was ... exciting ... uh, sensational." "Sensational?" Lyle asked, confused. "Yeah, like a lot of sensations all at one time." "You mean sensation-FILLED." "Ya got that right. My mouth was filled, my nose was filled with their pubic hair--except yours," Ryan said glancing down at his father's newly acquired baldness. "My ass was filled... and then my arms started to ache ..." Then Ryan realized what he'd said. He got wide-eyed and screamed, "Oh my God! I sucked your dick! I sucked your dick, Daddy!" Ryan flew around the corner of the table to wrap his arms around his father's neck and started to cry. "I sucked your dick, Daddy. Oh, my god! I love you, Daddy. You're the best Daddy in the whole world!" "I love you, too, son. I want you to always remember that. But go sit down so we can continue this debriefing." "Hey, Rascal," I said, trying to inject a little humor, "I thought you told me every one always wore briefs during your debriefings." "Not any more," Ryan giggled as he returned to sit in his chair next to me. "Well, anyway, those guys just kept fuckin' me and I kept suckin' 'em until it wasn't fun anymore. I tried to make it fun, you know, try to match which cock in my mouth was which one that had been up my ass and in what order. For a while I tried to do it by the numbers but after a while, I lost track. That's when it got boring. Oh, and when I sucked the ones who had already fucked me--awesome! That's when I got my second wind. so to speak." "Wind ... blowjob ... yeah, we get it," I said rolling my eyes. Ryan giggled again and his hard-on slapped gently against his tummy. 'God I love the sound of his giggles,' I thought. "Oh yeah. The strain on my legs. That was the worst!" "What could you have done to change that?" Lyle asked. "Uh, I don't know. Uh ... kneel down?" "But the twigs and stones ..." I said. "Besides they might have just pulled me up into a standing position again," Ryan said. "Even so, it would have given you a minute to relax." Luke said, implying Ryan gave the correct answer. "And the pain from the twigs and stones could help take your mind off the pain in your legs. It's a little gimmick we use called 'pain transference.'" "Oh yeah!" Ryan said, excitedly as he tucked that tidbit of information into his mental file folder. "In fact," Luke said, "I saw Dick was in an uncomfortable position. That's why I had him straddle the log." "That's right. I made a mental note to thank you," I said. "I can think of a good way right now," Luke said, standing just long enough to wave his hard-on at me. "Gentlemen ..." Lyle admonished. "And no smegma this time. I promise" Luke said. "Yeah, why would you make Luke make his dick nasty like that, Daddy?" "After seeing the other twelve guys were circumcised, I needed someone to test Dick's reaction to the unexpected--while in the middle of a dilemma." "What kind of reaction were you expecting?" I asked, confused. "Anything ... or nothing. I needed to know if you'd start worrying about your own discomfort or if Ryan would remain your focus." "What the hell could I do?" "Just exactly what you did. You overcame the adversity ..." "Revulsion is more like it!" I said. "The other thing," Luke said, "was you could have puked." "I almost did," I confessed. "That's another diversionary tactic you can use against your captor," Luke said. "Under normal circumstances, puking on your assailant turns 'em off REAL quick! The element of surprise works to your advantage, too." "It might give you just enough time to escape," Lyle said. "Of course, in this case, you were already cuffed, so it was best that you didn't puke," Luke said. "What we're saying," Lyle said, "is you did good. You did just what I expected--or hoped--you'd do. You didn't make it all about you and your discomfort. Ryan's safety came first." That made me feel better because I was still berating myself for not being able to help him. "Talk about discomfort! I didn't like that one guy using my arms like the reins on a horse. That hurt!" "Make a note, upper and lower body strength training," Lyle said. "Oh, and add flexibility training." "Really! Can I go to the gym with you?" Ryan asked excitedly. "We'll see," Lyle said. Ryan grinned impishly at me. I recalled an inside secret Ryan told me once. "When Daddy says, 'We'll see,' he really means 'yes.'" "What else do you remember?" Lyle asked. I liked Lyle's way of interrogating Ryan. He asked open-ended questions. He didn't "lead" Ryan in any one direction by asking "What did you think of so-and-so or such-and-such." He left it up to Ryan to recall what he could remember. "Oh, man! Just before I collapsed, there at the end, my prostate was so fuckin' whacked!" Hearing Rascal use foul language was such a departure from his angelic looking outward appearance that it was a turn-on for me. "Each time I started to get fucked, I thought I'd bust a nutt but the time it took for each guy to change places was just enough time for me to recover. By the time the last guy was done, I needed to cum so bad I was seein' stars--literally!" "I bet you were," Lyle said. "Shit! I was ready to cum just watchin' ya." "Really! It turned ya on just watchin' me?" Ryan asked proudly. "You could give the Pope a hard-on," Kevin said. "The whole time they were fuckin' my mouth, I was wondering if any of them would cum. I know it doesn't take some guys long before they shoot." "That's why I hand-picked these guys. They all have staying power," Kevin said. "And I was hoping they would 'cuz I really wanted to check to see if they had different flavors or not, but I was hoping they wouldn't, too." "Why's that?" Lyle asked. "I wasn't sure about HIV and stuff. The whole experience would have been funner if I'd known for sure they were clean." "More fun," I said. "Yeah a whole lot more fun," Ryan said. "No. 'More fun,' not 'funner,'" Lyle corrected. Ryan rolled his eyes. "Is this a debriefing or an English class?" Then he giggled again. "Oh, and then, I heard Uncle Dickey gettin' fucked. I had my eyes closed 'cuz I was dizzy once I fell down." Luke made a note. "When I tasted the spunk, I knew it was jism but then, I knew it was something else, too. That's when I opened my eyes and saw Uncle Dickey's ass." Then in a drawl, Ryan said, "It's so purdy. I'd recognize it anywhere." Back in his serious tone he said, "I'd rimmed him before, so that was nothing new but when I tasted the spunk, I knew I had to have it all. I'm sorry, Daddy, but I LOVE the taste of cum." Lyle twirled one hand around in the air impatiently in an effort to keep Ryan on track. "Uh, let's see ... uh ... HEY, wait a minute! Did you fuck Uncle Dickey?" Ryan asked his dad. "Right after me," Kevin said. "Why?" "Did you cum?" Lyle smiled. "Daddy! I ate your cum!" Ryan's whole body went into convulsions and cum spurted out of his cock at least a foot above his head and landed with a 'plop' in his lap. Several more weaker spurts jettisoned before his seizure stopped. By the time he was done, he was gripping the seat of his chair to hold himself in place. 'Reliving all this, coupled with discovering he had eaten his dad's cum, was enough to detonate his load. I guess it's true what they say about mind over matter,' I thought. Once he recovered, he continued. "I didn't like it when all those guys were pissing on you, Uncle Dickey. They acted so mean and nasty. But then, when Kevin made me drink YOUR piss, I knew I could do it because I love you. It wasn't too bad, but nothing I'd go looking for, necessarily." "So, Rascal, it looks to me like you made it through without any permanent psychological scars. Is there anything you experienced that was uncomfortable, annoying, taxing? Other than what you've already mentioned?" Lyle asked. "I can't think of anything." "Well, if you do, don't be afraid to say something." "Let me get these dishes," I said, looking at the wall clock. "I can't believe it's almost noon." "I'll help," Ryan said eagerly. After the breakfast dishes were done, the five of us spent most of the afternoon getting the cabin ready for the summer season. For such a small place, there was a lot of dusting, sweeping and vacuuming to do. "What surprises me, Lyle," I said, "is the stark contrast between the mansion in town and this quaint little cabin." "A lot of people say that," Lyle said. "You know how opposites attract?" "Yeah," I said. "Well, it's kinda like that. I need to maintain the fashionable home for work purposes, but if the truth be told, I really prefer the simple life. This cabin helps satisfy that need." "When we first bought it," Ryan said, "we had to go out back to poop." "You remember that?" Lyle asked. "You were only five or six." "It's not something you're likely to forget on a hot summer day, Daddy. Phew!" Ryan said, pinching his nose. "That's the one concession I made for Amanda," Lyle said, thrusting a thumb at the bathroom cubicle. I had used it before going to bed. It had a square metal shower stall, a toilet and one of those little sinks that fit in a corner. "That and the boat. She likes to ski. Personally, I'd rather relax when we come up here. Would you guys be willing to help put in the boat dock? Ryan and I can do it but it would be a lot quicker with the extra help." "Sure," Kevin said. "Glad to help," Luke said. "You don't have to, Luke," Lyle said. "I'm not your boss when we're up here." "You're still my boss, we're just not at work. But I know what you're trying to say. I'm offering to help because you're a friend-- not because you're my boss." "Yeah," Ryan said. "Otherwise, it would be brown-nosing. Hey, that's an idea!" "No!" I said, before Ryan had a chance to say anything more. Of course, I knew it had to be sexual whatever it was. "We came up here to get this place ready for the summer." "You're no fun," Ryan said. "So I've been told ... on several occasions ... by a little rascal who thinks of nothing but sex all the time." Before we left the cabin, Lyle said, "We have to wear clothes because a neighbor across the lake has a telescope. He claims to be the unofficial neighborhood watch captain. If you ask me, he's just a nosy S.O.B." "He can see Mars and Venus with it," Ryan said. "And when you look at the moon, it's like you could reach out and touch it." "I'm just afraid he's using it to look at Uranus," Lyle said with a smile. We all chuckled before Kevin and I offered to get in the chilly water to clamp the three different sections together. Each was six feet long and had U clamps underneath that needed to be bolted together so they were safe and secure. Luke and Lyle did the heavy lifting while Ryan acted in a supervisory capacity. By the time we got the second section in, my teeth were chattering. "So, you've got a boat dock," I said, "where's the boat?" "We'll drive it up next weekend," Lyle said. "There's one more section. You want to go in and warm up first?" "No, it'll just be worse getting cold a second time," I said. "I agree," Kevin said. "My nuts have shrunk to the size of peas." Fifteen minutes later the five of us took turns standing under the warm shower spray. The water was cold but the breeze off the lake had chilled the other three, too. 'Or maybe they just like being naked,' I thought. Looking at Kevin, Ryan said, "Your dick is the size of a cocktail wiener! Right now, mine is bigger than yours." Naturally, Ryan wanted to rub each of us to get the circulation back into our cocks and balls. "Not now, Rascal," I said, "I've got to get ready to leave. Work tomorrow, you know." "Can I hitch a ride with you?" Luke asked, drying his hair by roughly rubbing it with a towel. While Luke's face was still covered by the towel, Ryan stared with lust at Luke's cock. "C'mon," I said in an attempt to distract Ryan before he did something foolish. "You can help me pack the car." "What's to pack?" Ryan asked. "All you brought was your toiletry kit." I gave him a stern look and said, "And you can carry it out for me. Let's go." At the car, Ryan pleaded, "Can't you phone in sick or something?" "No. I have to drive Luke and Kevin back but, more importantly, your dad wants some quality time with you alone." "Really!" Ryan shouted gleefully. "Don't get your hopes up," I said, seeing that look of lust in his eyes again. "I think he wants to talk to you about everything that's been going on between you two." "That's next to nothing," Ryan said disgustedly. "I mean, I sucked him yesterday but I didn't know it was HIM, so that doesn't really count." "Rascal, please," I said, squatting down so I didn't tower over him, "let your dad take it at his own pace. If you force him into something he's not ready for, you might just force him to stop altogether. Do you want that?" "No," Ryan moaned. "Give me a kiss, big guy," I said, trying to lighten his mood. As I expected, he wrapped his arms around my neck and pecked me on the lips and said, "Don't run out of gas." "I won't," I said. "But if you're worried, you can keep track of my whereabouts using the computer. Remember?" "I'm more worried about Kevin and Luke wearing you out while you're waiting for a tow truck." "Hummm," I said with a grin. "That would be a pleasant diversion. But like I said, I've got to go to work. Besides, it looks like those two only have eyes for each other." "Well, if you do have sex with them, you have to tell me all about it," Ryan said. "Deal," I said. "Would you go tell the others I'm ready to leave?" Kevin and Luke tossed the steady cam in the trunk and then the two of them got in the back seat. "We thought it was best if we sat back here," Kevin said. "We wouldn't want to distract you while you're driving." "Oh, don't worry about me," I said sarcastically, "I'd planned to drive home alone anyway." We'd been on US-75 headed south for almost an hour and we'd exhausted all the usual small talk. We agreed on a CD to listen to and I slipped it in the slot. Just as the music kicked in, I saw movement in the rearview mirror. Kevin leaned over to engage Luke in a passionate kiss. I kept my eyes on the road but I heard zippers sliding open. Moments later, I glimpsed Kevin ducking his head into Luke's lap. "Can you get these off?" Kevin asked. "The zipper's cutting into my chin." "Should I pull over at the next motel?" I asked a little angry that I was relegated to being the chauffeur of their mobile whorehouse. "No," Kevin said, "but if you pass any truckers, pull up beside them. If they honk, stay alongside them and maintain your speed as long as you can before other people want to pass." "I'm already doing 75," I said. "But the truckers have to do 65, so you'll be able to speed up without going over the limit." "Jeez. What I don't do for a little excitement in my life," I said shaking my head in disbelief. I also felt my cock begin to nudge my zipper painfully. Luke lifted his ass off the seat and, after Kevin pulled Luke's shorts off, he threw them up into the front seat with me. "What am I supposed to do with these?" "They're in the way back here. Sniff 'em for all I care," Kevin said. Then Kevin's shorts came flying over the back of the seat, too. I unzipped and hauled my cock out into the fresh air. "What the hell," I said, "it's a long drive. Might as well enjoy myself." "Don't cum while you're driving," Luke said. "It's too dangerous." "I'll keep that in mind when I hear the two of you in the throes of orgasm." "Kevin's gonna blow me," Luke said, "then he's gonna drive while I get you off. Okay?" My pecker jerked at the thought. "Take your time. We've got three more hours, at least," I said. I turned the tunes down to background-music decibel. Then I tilted the steering wheel down into a lower position and rested my cock on it. The slight road vibration mingled with the moans, groans and slurping noises from the back seat helped to keep my pecker hard. "Call out the mileage when you see the next rest area sign," Luke said, "I'll try to be done before we get there, but in the meantime, I'd rather just enjoy this mouth for a while." About twenty minutes later I said, "Next rest area, twelve miles." "No problem," Luke said, "I'm hotter'n a corkscrew at a wine tasting party." As luck would have it, we had to slow down for the off ramp just as we were coming up behind a big rig trucker. "Oh, well," I said to the trucker as if he could actually hear me, "your loss." Tucking my cock back in my shorts, I got out of the car, opened the back door and handed Kevin his shorts. He tossed them back up front, jumped out, wearing only his T-shirt and raced around the open door to jump in the driver's seat. Looking around, I realized no one saw him so I dropped my shorts and climbed in the back. Seeing Luke had his shirt off, I pulled mine over my head, too. As Kevin pulled into the southbound traffic, Luke asked, "Blowjob or butt fuck?" His luscious mouth was inviting but his ass was just too tempting. "Doggy style or missionary?" I asked. "Doggy style. That way you can moon passing motorists." My cock leaked pre-cum at the thought. "Let's not waste that," Luke said, swiping the glistening bead off my piss slit and rubbing it on his rosebud. He clambered onto his knees and lifted his ass till it came in contact with my cockhead. "Whenever you're ready." My cock punctured his ass lips with only a minimum of resistance. Even so, I slid in slowly, enjoying every snug millimeter as it enveloped my cock. Apparently, he was a well-trained bottom because he didn't push back onto my dick as I eased it in tantalizingly slow. "Mmmm," Luke said. "You know how to make a man feel REAL good." "He had a good teacher," Kevin said, trying to take all the credit for my talents. "Hundreds of 'em while I was in prison, " I said, stealing his thunder. "If prison turns out buttfuckers of this quality, more people should spend time in prison." "Not everyone can take my meat as easily as you did. Yet you're tight as hell. What's your secret?" I began slow in and out fucking motions. "Well, first of all, I don't let just anyone up there. Also, I do butt muscle crunches every chance I get." "Crunches, like stomach crunches?" "Yeah, only I use my butt muscles. Like, on the elevator, sitting at stop lights, waiting in the checkout lane at the grocery store." A vice-like grip strangled my cock in mid stroke. "Like that," Luke said as he relaxed it again. "I try to do at least a hundred a day." "God, I'd think it would give you an ass cramp." "It did at first, but like any muscle, it got stronger over time." "We're coming up on a trucker," Kevin said. "Give him a good show." "Let's switch position," Luke said. "Lay on your back with your ass toward the passenger-side door. Then, I'll sit on your cock and lean forward onto your chest. That way, he'll get a good view of your monster meat plowing my ass." We were in position by the time Kevin passed alongside and began maintaining the same speed as the trucker. My left leg was bent at the knee with my foot resting on the floorboard. My right leg was up in the air with my foot pressed against the rear part of the back window. It was uncomfortable as hell, but once Luke slid down on my cock, I no longer cared. In less than thirty seconds, we heard one short blast on the air horn. With Luke's help by lifting himself up a little, I began long- dicking him. When I felt Luke touch my cock, I instinctively knew what he wanted. I pulled all the way out, held it for a second or two and shoved it back in. With Luke helping to aim it each time, we were able to keep this up for almost five minutes. I was hoping the trucker had several chances to enjoy Luke's wide open hole and watch the road, too. "Damn traffic," Kevin said. I felt the car surge as Kevin tooted the horn twice and pulled ahead of the truck. "That's okay," Luke said, "it'll give us a chance to switch positions." I didn't say anything, leaving Luke to choreograph the next backdoor ballet. "I'm gonna sit on your cock facing away from you. Then I'm gonna lean back onto your chest." Once he was in position, I realized the trucker would be able to see not only my cock fucking Luke's ass but Luke jacking himself off, too. I felt the car swerve to the left and slow down. Then, as the trucker tooted his horn, I felt the cruise control engage--that slight jolt as it stopped slowing down. "I'd love to see his face," Kevin said, "I bet he's drooling like a teething baby." "I just hope he's not calling the cops," Luke said, even though a shiver coursed through him as he said it. "Kevin and I have done this a dozen times," I said, continuing to fuck Luke. "He just flashes 'em his badge and they leave us alone." "There must be SOME cops out there that would turn you in," Luke said as he spit in his hand and continued stroking his cock. "Oh, yeah, there are," I grunted as I continued lifting my ass off the seat to fuck him, "but somewhere along the chain of command, there's a corrupt cop or politician and Kevin knows 'em all--or so it seems." "Take a rest boys," Kevin said, "traffic again." We pulled ahead of the trucker but before we could connect up again he gave a long pull on his horn. "He's got his turn signal on. Want to take this exit and keep him entertained?" Kevin asked. "No," I said, "Lyle's got our blip on the computer. He might think something's wrong and send help needlessly." "Good call," Luke said. "Now I know why Lyle feels so comfortable letting Ryan hang with you. You remain level-headed no matter what's goin' on around you." "Hey guys, the next rest area is twenty-three miles," Kevin warned. "You got to suck me yesterday," Luke said, "how about if I suck you today?" "Knock yourself out. I need to stretch the kinks out of my legs anyway. I don't know how you ever folded yourself up to get into some of those positions." "You'll know how, once Lyle and I put you and Ryan through your strength and flexibility training." I didn't bother him while he went to work on my hard-on. Several times while fucking him, I had been close to cumming but I held off. Now, I wanted--no, needed--release. As my cock unloaded what felt like a cup of cum down Luke's throat, I felt the car pull to the right and begin to slow down. "Better get dressed," I said. "This place looks busy with the family types." After pulling into a parking space, Kevin tossed Luke's shorts into the back seat. We all struggled to get dressed before some little kid decided to press his nose against the window. "I've gotta pee," I said. "Me, too," Luke said. "You two go ahead, I'll check out the concession stand and get us something to eat," Kevin said. "Sounds good," I said as Luke and I headed to the rest room. It was one of those with ten urinals along one wall and sinks along the opposite wall. There weren't any modesty panels, so it was great for cruising. There was one small problem, however. The only space left after Luke stepped up to his urinal was one further down between two kids about ten years old. I stepped up and noticed the kid on my left stopped talking to his friend--or possibly his brother and kept his eyes focused forward. The one on my right turned to look at my dick as I hauled it out. "Damn!" he said. I looked over and saw him staring at my cock, wide-eyed with fascination. He had the elastic waistband of his shorts and underpants pulled down in front and his peter pointed straight out at the urinal. It was about the size of my pinky finger. As he continued to stare, I realized he wasn't peeing. I glanced to my left and noticed his little friend wasn't peeing either. I let loose a strong acrid smelling stream that sounded like a horse pissing in a puddle. The kid on my left had his right hand situated so I couldn't see his pecker. The guy on my right, however, had thrown a little boner in the time it took me to start peeing. "C'mon, Willey," the kid on my left said, "Dad's gonna come lookin' for us." Willey let the elastic snap around his waist before he backed away reluctantly. On his way out he whispered, "Did you see the size of that!" Of course, the ceramic and metal caused his whispered comment to resound throughout the bathroom. With sideward glances in both directions, I saw the guys on either side of the vacated urinals glance in my direction. One guy actually leaned back a little so the guy next to him could get a better look at me. Usually, I take a long time to pee, but luckily, this time was shorter than usual. When Luke and I walked out, I saw the trunk lid was up. I put my index finger to my lips and motioned for Luke to follow me. I darted to my right behind a shrubbery fence and followed the wheelchair ramp down to the sidewalk. This put us on the driver's side of the car. This meant Luke and I were approaching the car from the opposite direction Kevin would have expected. We saw Kevin look apprehensively to his right, obviously watching for us to come out of the men's room. "Wha'cha lookin' for?" I asked. Kevin was so startled he hit his head on the underside of the open trunk lid. "Jesus! Don't sneak up on a guy like that!" Kevin groused. "I was looking for my wallet." "Why would it be in the trunk?" I asked. "Uh ... well, it's not in my pocket," Kevin said, patting both butt cheeks. "Wouldn't it have fallen out in the back seat or the front seat?" "Oh! Well ..." I looked in the trunk and saw one of the Velcro flaps of the steady cam backpack was open. "You thought it was in the cassette tape pocket?" I accused. "I thought Luke might have picked it up when we were back at the cabin, thinking it was his," Kevin said. I put the trunk lid down and said, "Let's look in the car." It was lying, flipped open, on the passenger seat like it had been tossed there. "I told you not to trust him, Luke. He was trying to confiscate the tape." Luke looked at Kevin with a disappointed expression. "Lyle has the tape. All I have is the steady cam." "At least Lyle knows enough not to trust you," I said to Kevin. "It's not that necessarily, it's standard procedure," Luke said. "We never keep the two together once the filming is done. We do that to protect the cameraman. If he gets captured, they'll usually release him unharmed once they see he doesn't have the tape. And the tape could have been passed to a dozen different people, so there's no way foreign agents can trace its whereabouts." Kevin gave me a smug smile like he'd won a victory. "I ought to leave you right here in the middle of nowhere," I said. "Get in the car, both of you," Luke said. I got in the driver's side. Kevin started to get in the back but Luke said, "You can ride shotgun." "But I thought ..." Kevin protested. "That's all changed," Luke said with disappointment in his voice. Once we were on the expressway again, Kevin said, "It's not like I was trying to steal it. I just wanted to see if it was the kind that could be copied. I mean, hell, that was one hot scene out there in the woods." He rubbed his crotch. "There's no way Lyle will allow it to be copied. His son's in it," Luke said. "I only wanted a copy for my own personal use," Kevin said. "Yeah, just like Rob Lowe, Pamela Anderson and Paris Hilton wanted theirs to remain 'for personal use only,'" I said. We rode the rest of the way in virtual silence. About three miles from Kevin's place, a cell phone started ringing. Luke found it wedged between the passenger seat and the door. "Hello," Luke said. "Oh, hi, Ryan. Yeah, we found it ... I'm talking to you on it, aren't I?" There was a longer pause before he said, "I'll tell him to keep it till you get home." After another long pause he said, "Any particular time? ... Okay, goodbye." "What was that all about?" I asked. "Ryan says to tell you he loves Daddy Two and Lyle says he want you to set up a meeting with someone named Jason." "Oh, good. He's a guy I work with who has some kids Ryan's age. He wants them to get to know each other." To be continued. Thanks for coming back for more. Also, thanks to all those who emailed me with their comments. If you liked this story, please consider checking out stories written by my other pseudonyms at www.a2zestful.com. They include military, voyeuristic, adult/youth, and tales of the paranormal, to mention a few. Comments can be sent to me at dickhickey@a2zestful.com or to my editor at zestful@myexcel.com.