Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2006 21:56:56 -0600 From: mt nuda Subject: The Exam chapter 68 "Okay you two..." Joel stepped into the bathroom to find Kroos and Randy still in the shower. Randy had his hard soapy cock rubbing back and forth against Kroos' butt, his hand wrapped around an equally soapy and equally hard cock "get outa there. My turn!" "Y'can join us" Randy looked at Joel's cock starting to puff a bit "we can pretend you're twelve again." "Fat chance" Joel gave Kroos a fake disgusted look "now rinse off and get outa there." Kroos slid Randy's hand off his cock and rinsed the soap off him and stepped out of the shower, looking around for a towel. By the time Joel had pushed Randy out of the barely warm stream and cleaned himself off, Randy had found some still clean towels and Kroos was dressed. "Okay we're outa here" Joel threw on some wet and slightly smelly clothes. "Sure I can't talk you two into -- " "Not happening" Joel made a point of finding that special tube of green lube and tossed it into his gymbag, making sure the disk containing the originals of all of his pics was buried at the bottom beneath some of his other clothes. As for the various other toys from the previous night, well let Randy find them and get to wondering at all he missed. He almost pushed Kroos towards the door. "Thanks again cuz" Joel turned after Kroos was in the hallway "and remember what I said about tonight -- " "You really REALLY sure about this?" "And then some" Joel stepped outside the door "oh and check the file called 'crib payment', you'll dig it" and he left, catching the elevator Kroos was holding, as it started to buzz. "What was that about?" Kroos waited until the door was closed. "Left Randy some of the pics" Joel smiled. "You WHAT!?!" "Chill" as the door opened, some middle-age couple starting to get on. They headed for the truck, Kroos a bit surprised when they jostled for driver's side, "You don't think you're going to drive -- " "One of the perks of the weekend doc" Joel pointed at the soft-top "help me get this thing off again. I like that open road thing..." With a bit of tugging and struggling, they got the damp top off and tucked away. Kroos finished first and went around to the left side. Joel coughed loudly, and directed him to the passenger side. After a bit of arguing, Kroos relented "besides I got some plans for today -- " "Like what?" "Stick with me stud" Joel got into the driver's seat and fished the keys from his pocket "don't think I forgot these did you?" "Well... no..." Kroos looked at him with more than a little bit of concern "you really mean not to let me out of this weekend arrangement do you?" "Like I said, I say, you do." "And what does that entail now?" Kroos buckled up, signaling he was resigning himself to this. "Well don't know about you but if I don't get some food into me I'm gonna pass out!" "Then I better drive." "Figure o'speech stud" and Joel floored it, spinning out of the parking lot. The look on Kroos' face was priceless. But once they were on the street, Joel became the model driver, and Kroos calmed down. "Where are we eating breakfast?" Kroos reached into the glove compartment and pulled out his shades. "Very studly" Joel smiled his approval "there's a truckstop in Port we can go to." "Port? Port W********n?" Kroos gave him a weird look "but that's -- " "Next county. A short drive" Joel checked the gas gauge "we can stop for gas on the way, we gonna need it." "How far are we going? You're not going to take us all the way to -- " "To M*******e?" Joel kept his eyes on the road "or even C*****o?" he did not turn to see the reaction. Instead he turned the corner and started heading north. "Wait!" Kroos looked around "I mean - we're not - hey where are we going?" "Quick stop" Joel headed a few blocks then made another turn. In a matter of seconds they were at the Herms residence "wait here." Joel turned off the engine, making a point of taking the keys and the gymbag with him as he got out. He walked up to the front door and rang the bell. After what seemed like five minutes he gave up. "What happened?" Kroos looked at him, knowing something was up. "They ain't home" Joel started the engine "of all days..." "Now what?" "Plan B" Joel made a picture-perfect Y turn and headed back where they came from. But if Kroos thought they were heading out of town he was wrong. After a few odd turns, they pulled up in front of another house. Again Joel grabbed the keys and the bag, "Be right back." He headed up to the door, ringing the bell. This time someone was home. Joel exchanged a few words with a middle-age man, who gave Kroos the once over as best he could from that distance. After a few moments, someone Kroos recognized came to the door. It was Moose! Moose looked at Joel and then at Kroos, as total panic swept over his face, "What the fuck" Moose quickly lowered his voice, pulling the door closed behind him, stepping outside with Joel "what you DOING here minnow!" grabbing his arm and stearing him away from the door towards the garage. Once inside with the door closed Moose exploded, "are you FUCKING OUT OF YOUR MIND! Bringing that bastard here!" "Cool down Moose, if you let me explain you will -- " "Explain!? What the fuck you doin!?! You trying to blackmail me to the rents? Is that it?" Moose had him pinned to the wall, seconds from losing it completely. "Will you let me talk?!?! If you chill out for five seconds -- " "Okay y'got five seconds! Then you're dead meat Merklins!" "Okay it's like this" Joel pulled away, all smiles "that 'bastard' as you call him is my sex slave for the whole fuckin weekend -- " "You full of shit! I'm gonna kill you either way -- " "And if you don't believe me" Joel pulled the disk from his bag "take a look at this! But don't let ANYONE see it got it?" "What's on it" Moose was buying none of it. He looked at the disk like it was fuckin poisoned. "Enough to make sure Kroos does exactly EXACTLY! what we want!" "Whadyamean 'we'?" "And after y'get yer rocks off lookin at this, I need for you to do somethin -- " "I ain't doin nothin for ya Merklins -- " "I need for you to get on your phone and start callin -- " "Like I said I ain't -- " "Call EVERYONE who ever had to go through the Kroos mill y'get it?" "What the fuck you talkin about?" "Everyone who ever hadda do shit for that guy - y'know what I'm talkin about here Moose. Everyone runnin scared of that guy - everyone who ever came within fifty fuckin miles of that office. Call'm Moose! Call'm all!" "And do what?" "Make sure they're free tonight! I mean it Moose it's payback time! If you thought yesterday afternoon was a trip, wait until Kroos is the one takin orders!" "Merklins I dont' believe a fuckin word of this! You totally outa your mind or what?" "Look at the disk then make the calls" Joel started to leave "I'll call ya around noon or one and see if you believe me then." "Here?" Moose suddenly panicked "shit don't call me here!" "Okay where?" "Call me at... shit call me at Herms' -- " "They ain't home. Just came from there." "Fuck!" Moose looked worried suddenly "okay leave a message here" Moose grabbed him "but you try somethin funny like leavin some shit message -- " "Nothin like that" Joel pulled free "you guys told me t'get to the bottom of this shit and that's what I did!" "What??!! What did you find out?" "Like I said: look at the pics and make those calls but I gotta run" he left Moose guarding the door "and I'll call ya, and no, no kinky message. But Moose" he stepped back to the walk "I mean it! Nobody sees that disk! And guard it with your fuckin life! Cause all of our lives may just depend on it now got it?" and like that Joel was gone. Moose watched him go before he realized he was still holding the disk. It dawned on him he was holding a ticking time bomb! "What was that all about?" Kroos watched Joel get back in truck like a mouse watching the cat. "Just hadda let someone know I - well..." Joel started up and headed down the street, turning onto the main drag "well I hadda tell Moose somethin..." "Something about... what?" "Some unfinished business is all" Joel drove a few blocks, keeping his mind on the road, trying not to let Kroos see his nervousness "from yesterday." "What about yesterday?" "Nothin important" Joel turned onto Erie, heading west, and out of town "just needed him to get some things for... for Monday" he gave Kroos a sideways look "camp starting remember?" "Yes I remember" Kroos did not want to talk about what he was planning for the training camp, so he let it drop "are we finally leaving for Port now?" seeing where they were heading. "Yeah and none too soon. I am fuckin STARVING!" Joel shouted loud enough to attract the attention of some teenage girls in the car next to them. They giggled and flirted, assuming Joel was referring to them. The girl on the passenger side leaned out the window and started to say something but Joel just accelerated away from them. But that got the little gearwheels upstairs working. By the time they were on the freeway and away from the lake it started to warm up. But Joel was in hog heaven. He was behind the wheel of this hot new truck, with an even hotter passenger. The wind was in his hair and the sun starting to warm his face, a perfect summer day. Man this has got to be fuckin heaven! he thought. "Grab the wheel a second." "Why? Did you drop something?" "Naw nothin to worry about" Joel let go his right hand so Kroos could replace it. As soon as he did, Joel let go. The road ahead was clear for many car lengths. "Something wrong?" "Not one damn thing" Joel reached down and in one quick motion pulled the t-shirt over his head and tossed in the back seat. Before Kroos could say a word his hands were back on the wheel "man this is like heaven or what!" Kroos looked over at him, a bit of a smile on his face, "I am so very glad you are enjoying this." "You not?" Joel gave him a side look and smirked back. "Well..." "Admit it Kroos" Joel chuckled "this ain't all torture. Admit it you actually enjoyed some parts here and there." "Well..." "Like tell me y'didn't like what we did, what you did last night." "Joel, you know..." "Like when y'had that" Joel looked down at Kroos' crotch "doin a number on my fuck hole." "Joel honestly! 'Fuck hole'?" "Admit it!" Joel was watching the rear view mirror as a car was coming up onto their tail. He pulled over to the right lane for the car to pass. "Well... okay that was something I never expected" Kroos looked over as the car started to pass them. They both saw the red Honda ease past them. A middle-age guy, short dark hair, okay shape, gave them a glance as well as he passed "that was something, yes I admit it. There were parts I... I enjoyed very very much." "Honest?" "Yes honest" Kroos looked straight ahead "you are a very good-looking young man. Anyone would -- " "Well anyone into guys, right?" and laughed. "Yes well there is that too" Kroos laughed back "I would wager that guy who passed would agree with me, that you are an attractive person." "Fuck..." Joel felt himself blushing, or was it just windburn "he was lookin at you, not me." "I doubt that" Kroos shook his head "but it is not as if -- " "Prove it t'ya" Joel bit his lip to keep from smiling. Shit, he thought, let's start the fun right here "let's catch up with him -- " "No speeding! We don't want a ticket-- " "He ain't speeding" Joel accelerated to catch up with the Honda "and we ain't either" as he eased into the left lane behind it. As soon as he did, the Honda signaled and pulled to the right lane "okay when we pass pull off your shirt too -- " "Joel are you crazy?" "Okay...now!" and Joel started to ease passed the guy. At the last minute Kroos pulled his shirt off, to Joel's surprise! Shit, he's really learning! The guy glanced over as they passed, nothing more than anyone would do to a passing car. But when he saw Kroos' action his eyes bugged! "Shit!" Joel laughed as they continued on until they were several car lengths' ahead. Joel saw a white Chevy coming up so he pulled over as well. A car full of family passed them like they weren't even there "told ya!" "What?" "Told ya he was checkin you out!" "Joel I do not think that was why -- " "Kroos cut the shit" Joel looked over at him "you know you are hot studly shit! Don't play innocent. It's me remember?" "Okay" Kroos was almost enjoying this "but please do not get us into any accidents with any more of your stunts." "It wasn't a stunt" Joel continued driving, still the perfect driver "it ain't like we're drag racing or anything." "No we are not going to do that!" "No Kroos we ain't" Joel looked into his rear view mirror, the red Honda was not letting them get away "looks like our friend likes what he sees." Kroos turned around and sure enough, the Honda was back on their tail. "What y'wearin under those?" Joel nodded at Kroos' shorts. "Joel how could you even suggest that" Kroos looked at him like he had turned into a crazy man. And he was driving HIS truck on top of it! "we are out in the open here!" "Y'got on shorts under those?" "No Joel I do not! So do not even think -- " "Cool..." Joel started stroking himself with his left hand, his right firm on the wheel "y'got a map in yer glove compartment there?" "Why? You are not lost are you?" "I ain't lost" Joel kept an eye on the Honda, making sure he was not gaining too quickly "get the map out if y'got one." "Fine" Kroos opened the compartment and took out the folded map "what do you need to look for?" starting to unfold it. "I need ya t'pull down the front of those shorts and tuck'm under yer balls -- " "What? Joel are you crazy? Anyone passing us can see right in!" pointing at the unobstructed side of his door "we are totally exposed here -- " "That's the idea! Do it Kroos!" "But what if someone sees! We could get arrested!" "If someone we don't wanna see comes close y'can cover up with the map." "Joel no do not..." "Do it stud!" seeing the Honda coming up behind them, but Joel would not pull over to the right lane this time "hurry up!" "Joel no..." "Okay Kroos this is how it is" Joel accelerated a bit more to buy some time "for the rest of today every time I tell ya t'do something and you say no y'gotta suck off sombody. Got it?" "Joel what?" Kroos covered himself with the map, even though his shorts were firmly in place. It was an act of self-defence almost "you want me to suck you..." "Not me" Joel kept up a steady pressure in his crotch. His dick was starting to enjoy this "whoever I say. And if you don't pull down those shorts that'll count for 'one' starting now!" "Damn..." Kroos looked around making sure there were no cars nearby, other than the Honda behind them. He tugged on the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them beneath his genitals. His freshly shaved cock and balls shriveled in the breeze "okay?" "Shit that's hot" Joel shot a quick glance over at it "I knew you'd do it! You're such of fuckin hot stud..." Joel looked at the rear view mirror and eased the car into the right lane. As expected the car slowly passed them on the left. And this time the guy definitely looked into their car. And this time his eyes were glued on their laps, even with Kroos covering himself with the half-unfolded map. As he passed he honked. "Man I think we got a live one" Joel cracked up "I was afraid he was going to have an accident!" "Can I pull up my pants now?" Kroos kept the map as still as possible but the wind was almost whipping it loose. "Naw it's cool like that" Joel kept stealing looks over at him, enjoying himself no end. Joel knew the guy could not wait to pull over to the right lane and as soon as he could without being totally obvious he did. Like clockwork. "Okay as we pass him" Joel eased the car up to pace him "you're gonna put the map beside you -- " "But he'll see!" "No shit!" Joel started to pass him "do it now." And as Joel eased the truck past him, Kroos made a point of setting the map next to his left thigh, his body totally naked to his thighs. The guy saw everything! "Cooler'n cool!" Joel looked over "you learn fast." "What is this proving?" Kroos lay the map back over his exposed lap. "That you are too sexy for your clothes. Wanna tell me that guy back there didn't just blow a load in his jeans?" "Joel please." "Man he's probably back there cleaning himself right now!" Joel continued on, seeing a semi ahead of them. He continued to gain on it, maybe hoping to lose the Honda. That game was played out. As Joel continued on, he started to pass the semi. "Okay when we pass this one, lose the map, got it?" "But he can look right down -- " "You got it! Do it!" as Joel started to ease the truck past the cab. Sure enough, the driver looked over, more out of habit than anything else. When he saw Kroos exposed his expression went nuts! They were passing him ready to return to the right lane when they heard his horn behind them. It looked like he was speeding up. So Joel stayed on the left as the semi came up along side them again. This time the trucker was all smiles, giving them a big thumbs up! "Guess he likes what he sees" Joel looked up and nodded at the trucker. He was maybe in his thirties, thin unshaven face, dirty blond hair in need of a trim. As he paced them he rolled down his window, a tattooed arm hanging outside the cab "okay Kroos start playin with it for him..." "No way Joel" Kroos turned from the semi next to them. "That's one" Joel started rubbing himself through his pants, making a point of looking straight ahead when he did it "now start jackin." Kroos tucked the map under his thigh to keep it from the wind and started pulling on his shaft slowly. He was too mortified to see if the trucker was watching or not. Joel glanced up at him to see the guy hold up one finger, signaling "one-second". "Well if anyone thinks they're passing us they can fuckin wait" Joel felt the excitement go right to his crotch. He pulled his hand away, the tent sticking straight up. When he looked back at the trucker, he was holding a sign: EXIT 32, it said. He turned it over: WAYSIDE. Joel honked and gave a thumbs up back to the trucker, easing the truck ahead and over to the right lane. "We're not going to stop there, are we?" Kroos pulled the map free and covered himself again. "Damn straight we are" Joel looked over at Kroos' crotch trying to see if his stroking had any effect "see where exit 32 is." Kroos looked down then up at their location. They were approaching exit 30, "Two exits from here perhaps" he held the map tight "but we cannot stop." "Why not?" "I thought we were hungry, you were hungry." "I am" Joel saw exit 30 come and go, then a sign for exit 31, "but we got a few minutes." "We're not going to do anything are we?" "Depends" Joel looked over and laughed "keep yer pants on." As they passed the exit for 31 the semi passed them, honking. Right behind them was the red Honda, hot on their trail. "Looks like our friend's back" Joel checked the rear-view mirror. "I suppose you want me to lower the map right?" "Not this time" Joel saw him gaining on them, just as the sign for exit 32 appeared. Ahead of them the semi set his signals and pulled over to the right lane. Just as Joel saw the exit, the red Honda pulled alongside of them. The guy looked in, and saw Joel's tent, but Kroos' map was a stone wall. Before he could react, the truck pulled off the freeway onto the exit. The red Honda continued on, too late to make the turn. Joel looked at Kroos and laughed, "Lost him!" and started breaking for the stop sign. They were behind two cars which were turning right. Ahead of them they could see the semi. Before Joel could say anything, Kroos had pulled his shorts up. "Aw no fair" Joel kidded but let him do it "yer ruining the view." "Just what do you intend to do" Kroos looked around. The intersection had one gas station and one metal storage shed, with a sign saying "A L Parts" over the door. They were in the sticks for sure. They cleared the intersection, turning left following the semi. It went about a block then turned off the road. If they wouldn't have seen it they never would've found it. The roadside had enough room for maybe a half-dozen cars besides it one building. Joel assumed they were some kind of restrooms but that was it. When the semi parked it took up half the lot. Joel pulled in and took the farthest spot. He turned off the engine. The first thing they noticed was the total quiet. A breezy silence tried to calm Joel's bottled energy. "Man talk about middle of nowhere" Joel sniffed the air and sneezed. He forgot the last time he smelled country like this. He looked around, seeing the farm fields ahead of him, the air bright with blue skies and mid-morning sun. He almost expected to hear country-western music bubbling out of the ground! "Bless you" they both turned. The guy had come around the front of his cab and was slowly walking towards Kroos' side of the truck. "Thanks" Joel put his hand in lap on auto-pilot. The guy looked a bit older than he did on the highway, maybe early forties. He was lean alright, but wiry and muscular. His shirtsleeves were rolled up, the button undone all the way to his navel. His jeans were loose and dirty. But his walk was slow and sexy, like he wanted them to take their time sizing him up. Or else he was just stiff from sitting for hours. "Thought I'd stretch my legs a bit" he stood next to Kroos' door, staying his distance "nice day" his eyes checking out their fronts. "Nice and hot" Joel gave him a good up-and-down "long haul?" "Can be" the guy smiled "where you two from?" "Chicago" Kroos cut in, ignoring the fact he had W*******n plates on his truck "you?" "Wichita" the guy held out his hand "name's Jeff." Kroos shook it. Before he could say anymore, his accent betraying him, Joel cut in, "Name's Joe" Joel reached over and shook his hand across Kroos' bare chest, making contact briefly "and this is my dad Carl." Kroos almost jumped, either from the crazy lie or from the graze to his chest. "D-d-dad?" Jeff pulled away like he was gonna be punched "you two father and son?" "Yeah..." Joel was biting his lip to keep a straight face "why?" "Dunno" it looked like he was thinking about leaving. Then he noticed Joel's hand fall into his lap, starting a slow stoking. Joel made sure Jeff saw his motions. He made a point of staring at Jeff's jeans. "Maaaaaan..." Jeff almost drawled, his eyes having a hard time not looking at the steadily growing tent in Joel's pants "sure was somethin..." "What was?" Joel made a point of gripping himself, his cockhead very visible through the stretched material. "Guess you two were... y'know just out... y'know enjoying the nice weather..." Jeff started to bend forward a bit, his jeans getting a bit scratchy. "Workin on our tans, ymean?" Joel rubbed his chest, his hand trailing down to the the waist of his pants. He gave his cock a throb or two. Jeff coughed and looked around, trying to lean back a bit more. "Sure was somethin" Jeff was openly looking from one crotch to the other "but I musta not been seein straight... the glare on the road'n all." "What did you see?" Kroos looked at him again. He had been trying to memorize the field in front of him, very aware of what Joel's hand was doing, but not wanting to look and see what either of them were going to do. But now he looked at Jeff, almost daring him to say something. "Nothin mister" Jeff heard the tone or was it that accent. But this guy could break him in two without even breaking a sweat. He felt he had overstepped his safety zone ever since he got out of his semi. Now he was careening down the hill without brakes. He told himself he could still make it to back to his cab if things got ugly. If this proved to be some kind of entrapment "nothing if you two are cops or somethin..." "Cops?" Joel laughed throwing his head back. If something was gonna happen he needed to pick up the pace a bit. His stomach was actually growling now "how many cops y'know drive around with their dicks hangin out!" and he nudged Kroos "right?" Jeff looked at Joel like he did not hear what he just heard. But he saw Joel was not setting him up. The kid thought it was really funny, "Maayaan..." Jeff put his hand in his pocket to readjust the painful bend in his cock "then I wasn't seein thing?" "Naw y'weren't seein things" Joel looked over at Kroos, then over at Jeff "or maybe you were. Dad, why don't ya show him and maybe Jeff he can make up his mind -- " "What!?!" Kroos spun his head around. It must have been that "dad" word. "Go on... dad" Joel underlined the word "like before..." then very low and slow " do it." Kroos looked at Jeff then back at Joel. He knew that "do it" and was afraid Joel would make good on his threat. He had no intention of Joel here making carrying out the threat using this Jeff guy here. So Kroos reached down and tugged his shorts past his balls, his crotch in plain view of Jeff's blinking eyes. "Maaayaann" Jeff looked around, expecting people to jump out of the bushes. But there were no bushes. There was nothing around but windy dry fields as far as they could see. Not even a random car going past on the road. His eyes returned to Kroos' hefty sheathed dick, shaved and plump "maayann" was all he could say. "So y'made up yer mind?" Joel started to undo his fly, the gaping opening showing an inch or two of the shaft. "Whaaa?" Jeff jerked his head up, seeing Joel's face, and then Joel's open fly "say what?" "You seein things before or was that what you saw?" "Maayaaan" this Jeff guy was a broken record with that word "you guys for real?" his hand buried in his pocket, his hips still bent like he had to piss bad or something "you really father and son?" "Yeah why?" Joel was running one finger along his cock through the opening. "You two don't look like it" Jeff was looking back and forth between their crotches "or sound like it..." "Dad was born in Europe" Joel left his fly to rub his chest a bit more, making sure Jeff could see most of his cock through the opening "I was born here. That's why I'm cut and he ain't." "Maayaaan" Jeff's voice was cracking like he was swallowing half the dust flying off that field "you sure about this?" "Yeah I'm sure I'm cut" Joel pulled the side of his pants down, and his hard cock popped right out of the fly. Jeff coughed again, his face now bright red. "No - I mean - maaan I meant about - like you sure about hanging out like that?" Jeff looked around, like the cavalry was coming over the hill or something "you sure about just showing out in the open like this?" he nodded his head towards the johns "it's a lot more private in there" he tugged at himself again "and I gotta piss like all hell!" he stepped away from the truck, hoping they might want to follow. "Had a hunch that was the problem" Joel reached down and unsnapped the belt loop of his pants, the fly wide open to his balls. That stopped Jeff dead in his tracks. "Why don't we head in" Jeff waited a second for their response. "Why don't ya just piss right there" Joel tugged his balls free of the opening. Now they were both naked down to their knees and Jeff's eyes were wide with the show. "What???" Jeff looked at Joel then at Kroos "say what?" "Y'gotta piss? So why don't ya right there where ya standing?" Joel turned to look behind him "not like anyone can see ya for miles." "But we're out in the open here" Jeff's hand was pressing down hard now "and besides..." "Besides what?" Kroos looked over, guessing the problem. "I'm kinda... y'know... it might be..." "Kinda hard pissin" Joel started a slow steady up and down on his hard cock "or pissin hard I'm guessin." "Maaaann" Jeff looked at Kroos "your kid's somethin else." "Like his dad" Joel sat there "go on Jeff. Pull it out. No one can see. That is except us two right?" he nudged Kroos "or you nervous cause you're hard and dad here ain't." "What?" from Jeff, but Kroos' grunt was more of a "whoa!" "Maayaan" again with that word. Joel was thinkin this guy was no einstein. Joel reached over with his right hand and grabbed Kroos' cock. At first Kroos tried to grab it and push it away, but Joel just hissed at him. "Go on Jeff. Go ahead and take your piss." "Man I can't hold it much more" and he started to walk towards the building. "Piss in there and by they time you come out we'll be in the next county" Joel's hand was starting a slow tugging arond the base of Kroos' shaft. Jeff froze where he stood "you choose." "Maayaan" what else right? but Jeff stopped and came back to the truck. He looked at the road, seeing no one around. The highway was a long block away, and even back there, maybe one car could be seen, turning the other way from the off ramp. He straightend up finally, showing a long ridge running all the way to his left hip. He turned his back on the truck, struggling with the zipper. "No way Jeff" Joel almost chuckled "facing us for crissakes." "You fuckin serious?" Jeff froze "sorry. Didn't mean t'swear in front of your son." "Fuckin's better than some stuff dad says" Joel kept his fist tight around the base, feeling a bit of pressure building under his fingers "ain't that right... dad?" "Fuck..." Kroos looked at Joel shaking his head "yeah..." imitating his slang. "Shit!" Jeff said looking down as a dark stain appeared on his jeans. He yanked open his belt and unsnapped and unzipped himself in a flash. There was nothing underneath so a serious length of hard cock, maybe a good nine inches hard snapped free and started spraying piss in a high long arc. By the time Jeff got a good grip on it, he was spraying downwind a good four feet. A better show they could not have wished for! "Maaaaan" Joel echoed him "is that thing real?" Joel looked down as the last of his bladder arched out of him. His hard cock was bent a good forty-five degrees up and out from his open fly. By the time he finished and shook it off, he was sweating and breathing hard. He looked around just knowing somebody saw, but the only ones watching were the two in the truck. And damn, but if that Joe wasn't getting his dad's cock hard! He started to zip himself up. "Leave it out" Joel egged "let's get a good look at that monster." "Sheeet" Jeff gave it another shake but it was not going down anytime soon. He looked around again then took a step closer to Joel's side. "Naw, give my dad a close up" Joel started to play with Kroos' balls, knowing that would bring his club to serious hard. And sure enough, by the time Jeff waddled his way over to that side, his jeans having a hard time staying off the ground, Kroos' pole was up and hard, the foreskin pulled back, the head red and shiny. "Sweet mary" Jeff almost stopped pulling his jeans up when he saw what Kroos was showing "and I thought I was big..." "You are stud" Joel took his hand away so Jeff could see Kroos' crotch without obstruction "how long's that pigsticker?" "Sheeeet I don't know" Jeff grabbed it with his free hand "I guess around seven or eight -- " "Fuck closer to ten I'd say" Joel started jacking off right then and there, no hesitation "that is one fuckin stud dick. Maaaan your girlfriend must smile when she sees that!" "Fuuuck" Jeff started a gentle tugging on it, one eye on the road "she calls it Big Jeff..." "Can see why" Joel kept up a steady rhythm on his dick, then shifted his hand and started jacking his "dad" right in front of Jeff. Jeff's eyes started that bugging again. "Maayaaan" Jeff's vocabulary was failing again "you always let yer son do ya like that? I never seen anything so..." "So hot?" Joel made a point of pulling the foreskin back and forth. Jeff was circumsized like Joel, so seeing a hard uncut dick was something exotic for him. His hand was starting a serious stoking on his own dick now. "Maaan you two are really un fuckin believable... I thought I was seein things back on the road! But this is even..." "Hotter?" Joel spit into his hand and started sliming his cock "you think this is hot?" "Shit yeah..." Jeff was starting to slow his pace a bit. "So that footlong hot dog shoot a lot of cum?" Joel spit again in his hand, his cock now nice and shiny. "Maaaan don't get me... sheeet c'mon five minutes" Jeff nodded at the johns "I'm almost ready right now. Just lookin at you two could get me blowin in no time..." but Jeff's hand was slowing down, and doing more pinching than stroking. "Ya horny, stud?" Joel left his slimed cock waving in the wind and started stroking Kroos again. He was hoping all the sex from the previous night would keep him from cumming right away. He started a steady jacking on Kroos' cock. Kroos just tilted his head back and closed his eyes. "Man seein ya jackin yer dad like that...." Jeff's hand was holding tight ya "yeah that makes me super horny... like I ain't cum in days okay?" "Then cum for us" Joel's hand was pointing Kroos' head right at Jeff's direction "my dad really wants to see that snake blow a three-day load. Don't ya dad?" Kroos opened his eyes, looking from that thing sticking from Jeff's crotch to Joel's expression. He knew he had to go along, "Yeah.... me and my son here want to see you eja-- I mean blow a load." "Okay then let's go inside for cryinoutloud!" Jeff was almost pleaded he was so horned now. "No stud right here. Do it right now" Joel went back to jackin himself, not sure if Kroos would pop too soon. He knew he could control his own orgasm indefinitely "go on." "But..." Jeff looked around, frozen in place. "C'mon Jeff" Joel shrugged his big shoulders "how long we been here?" "Too long" Jeff started to say. "And no one's come along right? Look if it makes ya feel better y'can stand right next to the truck, facing away from the highway okay?" Jeff looked around, feeling how out in the open he was. He came up next to Kroos, almost touching him with his cock, turning his back towards the road. His cock was getting painful he was so worked up. "C'mon dad help him out a bit" Joel nodded at the cock aiming at his right shoulder. Kroos lifted his hand and grabbed Jeff's balls. Jeff almost went off right there "go on dad, you know what'll make him feel even better..." "Jo----" Kroos started to say but stopped himself. Here it it, he thought. Joel was making good on his threat "you better keep your eyes out for traffic... son" and Kroos turned his head and went down on the first four inches of that monster. Jeff let out a moan that would have set off car alarms. Kroos managed maybe one or two sucks when Jeff pulled out and started grabbing himself like he would burst. "Shit oh man" he was panting now "I almost shot!" "Then do it stud" Joel was jerking himself for effect "blow that load. Do it right here. Blow it all over dad's big hairy chest!" "What?" Jeff was turning away, his grip starting to fail. It looked like his cockhead was starting to spasm "shit I can't hold --" but Kroos grabbed Jeff by the balls and tugged him towards him. Before he heard Joel say another word or this Jeff guy react, his mouth was swallowing that long taut head again. And with Kroos maintaining his grip on his balls, Jeff could not back away in time. His hips took over and he started a fast spasmic lunging into that hot wet mouth. And Jeff could tell this big hairy dude was no stranger to having serious meat shoved down his throat. It did not take long before his balls started emptying their backed up load out that long hard tube and into the hot sucking mouth. As soon as he realized he was standing there blowing his load he pulled away as best he could, his cock still exploding great jets of cum all over. Kroos pulled Jeff's cock down so the final four or five explosions shot all over his chest and belly, hanging like white glue in his matted fur. Jeff tried to double over but Kroos' hand continued to milk that bull pizzle until he was dry. Finally Jeff stepped away, his body jerking with the sensations. "Shit! A car!" Joel saw a car back at the stop sign but this one was turning left, in their direction. In a flash Jeff had his pants up around his hips and was dashing back to his truck, a out-of-breath "thanks guys" over his shoulder and he was around the corner of his cab. Before the semi's diesel even kicked in, Joel had the truck started and was spinning a wheely in the dust. All the passing farmer saw was a truck materializing from this large brown cloud of dust. He adjusted the radio station, oblivious to anything else and continued on his way, singing along to the music, a smile on his face. At least until the cloud caught up with him, the next few lyrics choked more than sung.