From: davistrell@aol.com (Davis Trell) Subject: Story: Canape Row (davistrell) (MMM) Date: Wed, 28 Jan 1998 22:38:29 GMT Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com Canape Row by davistrell@aol.com Once upon a fiery hot summer's day, I was driving down past Santa Cruz on 101, going south, headed through Salinas country. Round here, the artichokes are on sale by the armful, and are the major crop. They're a little prickly at first, till you get to the heart, and if you manage to keep the hairs out of the creamy mayonnaise,you get to suck out the juicy heart; then, you've tasted one of nature's pleasures. The sun had baked the road black, and cars were racing, trucks rumbling, and little old ladies out for interference driving. I did a double take, and screeched on the brakes, stopped, lurched to a screaming stop, reversed fifty yards, in a dusty scurry, picked up the two hitchikers with thumbs stuck out. They ran to catch up, asked me where I was headed. To hell in a handbasket, I hope. Two college frat types, in the uniform du jour, beachwear and suntan, bodies that haven't been explored enough yet. One a big 'un and the other fry, small, wiry. I don't usually pick up hitchikers, it's more like hitchikers pick up me. They said they was going down to Monterey, to go visit the Aquarium: could I give them a ride? I looked at the ocean, and I swear it smiled back. The two boys waited while I opened the door. My Satan's tail had gotten hard, and I had difficulty keeping it hid to myself.The door buttons saluted, as they unfastened. I was travelling down the westmost highway, you can almost see Hawaii, to Carmel, on business, to check out to see how my art gallery show was going. Like, had I sold anything? I paint nudes, with and without hardons, as I like either style. I start where Hockney stopped with the swimming pool nudes. More indoorsy type, me. "Sure, get in. Hop aboard." So I moved the junk around the backseat,the artists carry-on watercolors, and colored pencils, whose fleshcolor looks like Minnesota, so the boys could get all comfortable. Apologized for the Fuzzy Bunny. But the bigger boy seemed to like Rabbitchops. It kept him quiet. Just petted the stuffed-bunny till the fuzz, the stuffing lay on the floor, fallen out like soapsuds. The little guy slapped him, across the face. Maybe he was just getting him to lose the strawberry jam smear off the morning's waffle. I liked the sound of the slap. I moved into the fastlane while, the beached whale in front ran out of gas.It was a white winnebago inappropriately named Moby-Dick. As steam spumed from its exhaust, a gray rinsed driver with poodles wife , looked horrified as Starbucks coffe spilled, as his home-away from-home receded, getting smaller as we took the high ground and left him back there. He was a speck, and I looked back, in the mirror, see if the haul I'd trawled were still wriggling. "You guys at school?" Lenny the larger of the two, had difficulty keeping the bangs of his blond hair out of his eyes, and let Bruce the smart-one, eighteen and easy with a wise crack, wisely, do the talking. Bruce leaned in, forward like, so when we rejoined the traffic, he could shout above the roaring wind, blasting in through the windows, and introduce himself and his buddy. Sounded like he did tele-marketing to get thru school.He had the charm of cobra coiled in a box. And sure, I'd buy whatever he'd got to offer. "You a wrestler?" I ask; you might think I ask 'cause I'm weird, but, no he looks like a college wrestler; I too have wrestled, in college, and him? I'd wrestle him. If he'll let me. "What about Lennie? He looks like a boxer..." "Bookworm I ain't," said Lennie, "but I aren't stupid". "From Michigan. He's got too much corn in his blood." "Made of the right stuff, I'll say." "He'll suck yer dick, old man, don't fret it." Old? Sold a few paintings, but dont qualify as old master, yet. And he went back in his seat, against Lennie, and he folded his arms and glared defiantly back at me through the unblinking mirror. I wound up the windows and turned up the airconditioning; it was kinda hot in the car. Bruce sank back in the back seat like I'd pissed him off and we were barely past, name introductions. The coastline was leading, I was just following the curves, wheremsoever they might lead or wend. I tuned the radio into the New-Age radio station that plays a tune full of rainbow colored sunsets, and a lazy ragged coastline, a landscape that that has it's roots in Arthurian mysticism and a smidgin of Led Zeppelin and johnny come later windam hill. I hoped was hip enough for the two college kids. "Oh you'll like this.. 'Starflares, hidden in butterflies..'". " I liked the the punk out of Gorillas with Handbags version..." They dont write songs like that anymore. He had to lean forward and yell me that, and I'm grateful as he yells, "You been to the Fillmore? I saw Bill Graham once, yeah the cracker, helicopter in the tramlines, when I was little..." He's messing with my nostalgia, and knows it. Shit! Copcar! I'm, doingnnothing wrong, but its always like this, when I start enjoying myself. "Up yours, you asian college graduate..." It was my fault, but the other driver takes the blame. Always works when you yell at traffic. Insult his race, and he'll think you're a racist and ignore you're a bad driver. The sun starts to bask, as we get soft and warm as the southerly journey continues. And apart from the wind, its quite quiet. I glanced accidentally, into the rear-view mirror, and when I accidentally tipped it down, had a surprise. I could see his hand in Lenny's lap, fondling his buddie's crotch, who had settled down, was staring mysteriously seaward, while his cock was being stroked attentively, mysteriously me-ward. "Not too down-beat, guys,..the music? I got tapes. I got Jane's Addiction, no rap though less you count the Beastie Boys..," "No it's cool, I'll probably listen to that stuff when I'm your age." "I'm not that fucking old!". "You'll call me dude, next..." he laughed. With his body forward, his blue tank top spilling, I could see Bruce's chest all the way down to the abdomen. Kissed by the sun; full of the promise of a misspent youth and an option on a misspent old age. I'm maybe fifteen years older, but at their age, that could be fifty. Driving maybe a way little too fast down the coastal injury of a highway, the road hangs on the cliffs-edge, meandering dangerously, but the sun sparkles on the waves, and cypress trees sway on the low-hanging sea shore, past the fields with the green of agriculture, the garlic capital of the world is a breath away, but we hurtle south, in between obliging traffic. This is where the Latino paisanos work, much to the Governor's displeasure. Some parts of the route the signal fades and the only music station you can pick up is the Spanish one, and sounds as if you've gone south of the border, to romantic sounds of matadors, toreadors and clacking castenets.And not a Taco Bell in sight. Well apart from that one. What we need is a Food and Gas. And a restroom. "Hey, Jack.?" A moment of paranoia had given me the name Jack, he calls me Jack, and I can live with that. Always wanted to be a Jack. "Hey, Jack, would it be okay if I blow Lennie in the back?" "Erff...Sure. Just don't get any cum on the seats, kid." "I got a condom." Well so do I, several in fact, but usually I don't brag. Driving and voyeurism. If God had meant man to drive and watch, he would have given us rear-view mirrors. Bruce opened the blond's cutoffs, peeled back the turquoise speedos, exposed from the ragged cut-offs,and sidling out cautiously came Lennie's cock. I watched his head bob up and down in a way that made me envy, both the cock and the mouth and the ligature he was applying. Got to concentrate, they split the highway here, with concrete bunkers, and if you lose control for an instant you either smash into warpdrive or get a rather nasty scratch on the bodypaint. I watch them. I feel likeI'm driving Miss Daisy's nephews. "Mister, I could use a piss." The car is stopped, on an illegal shoulder and the three of us parallel urinate. "You no slouch, " Bruce says to me, as Lennie is still pissing like Niagara. Back in the car. I'm driving. Bruce is giving a humdinger blow job, to the dwarfish Hercules sprawled on the backseat. "You guys roomies?" I ask, as a motorcyclist, disappears as the rigger up front with his way too-wide load sashays in front. "For the last six months...ooohh...uhhh...last guy was straight...uuhhh...this semester's muchh....fffh...better...." A milk truck wanders onto the road, wobbly as her owner must have trodden on her udders, but traffic, like life, goes on. The slurping in the back has caused me to reminisce. "I went to Chico State,up North, roomed with a guy, who liked to suck cock, after latenight turned into morning.." Geez, I'm getting sentimental. "That all?...uuhhhn...nothin else?..." "Well, this guy, he tried let me put my dick up his ass once but he said it hurt. So we just sucked each other off, till his girlfriend gave it up..." I continued, still pretending I was oblivious to the goings-on in the back. Bruce rapidly bobbed a few more times but pulled off. He licked his lips, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at me in the mirror, all sticky-eyed. "So you never take it up the backside, Jack? You wanna stay a boyscout all yer life.?" says Bruce, suddenly displaying an interest in me leaving Lenny to have to finish himself off, shooting his wad alone. He came, pulled off the condom, holding it by the circle, holding it up, a healthy amount, translucent in white. Starflowers hinting, in the plastic sheath, explode, as he flung it out of the window. Gleaming in the fall of an astrological sunset. Too many Pisces, not enough Capricorns. "Hey, I was talking about college days. I been doing stuff, you guys haven't dreamed of, stuff you don't see in comic books." "Oh Yeh,like, whatchyou been up to, big brother? Listenin' to Tupac Shakur, sorry , Deepak Chopra.... ?" Bruce, leaned forward again, his hands folded over my driver's seat, so close, I could almost taste his armpit.His sarcasm told me he was there. "I done stuff.." "Like a homeless guy in a bus shelter...?" "Sophisticated stuff." "Virtual reality...?" "Yeh, if you give me a typewriter..you guys talk you like you invented what it only takes a beer and a hardon, to discover on his old lonesome.." "Yeh, like what?" says Lenny. "F'rinstance...?" asks Bruce. They had thrown down a glove, I had to give back in kind. "Well..Lennie, he says,.like he wants to rent a cheap hotel room and fucking both of us in the ass, sucking him off in no particular order then letting us take charge of the remote on the TV..." If I expected a pregnant pause I didn't get one. "What about the Aquarium?" said Lennie. "We can do that tommorrow. Today we got bigger sea-bass to fry." "Hey, Lennie, if this is not a good idea, pretend I said nothing," said I, not having said what he said, but it did boil down to much the same thing in Bruce's poetic retelling. I'd gone too far. Lenny thought for three or four seconds. He looked at the dead fuzzy Rabbitchops on the floor. "Okay, but first we get to eat." So we stopped off at a Sizzler, I bought them steaks and had salad myself, I didn't want to spoil my appetite. We sat in the leatherette booth, farted simultaneously as we sat down, with the authentic brass furnishings, and a plump mexican waitress from Guernville, post Nafta, who brought us our drinks. "These look good." Bruce says staring at the photographs, the pornography of food. Carrots that look limp as Watermelon. "Haven't had anything so fleshy, in well since..." said the ex-vegan, Bruce, with relish. I looked at the ragged leaf, holey and, lifted with a knife, to see the insect, that prevented me from eating. Lennie took a giant bite from the steak and chewed heartily, swigging it down with diet Coke, devouring his food, wolfing it down, dribbling. Bruce's manners were impeccable, eating carefully, savoring each forkful, rolling it in his mouth, tasting the meat, masticating before finally swallowing, looking at me intently, never taking his eyes off me, staring me down. His fork pressing against his pouting lips: I could see all the way inside, saw the mashed food, till he flipped it back down his throat. He licked his lips, poked his tongue out so far to clean what he'd spilled on his chin, not once taking his eyes off, burning me with the intensity of his breath. I nibbled on a lettuce leaf. The waitress having forgotten the radiccio. Lennie burped, hit himself in the chest, rubbed his belly to indicate he was finished. I patted my mouth with my napkin and the three of us stood up. It was time for dessert. I paid the check, left a three dollar tip; saw Bruce lift it, put it in his pocket; but I'm not about to make a fuss. Hope I've still got my wallet in the morning. Lenny also said 'thankyou', after being prompted by Bruce, who gave him a dig in the ribs. We walked out of the restaurant, arm in arm, ignoring the waitress' disdainful stare, Bruce clasping my waist, Lenny his hand on my shoulder.My hand in my pocket clutching my cash. We got to the car, I pulled out the keys, inserted the one that fitted, after a clumsy first attempt, into the lock, openening it up. I got in, turned on the ignition, the engine burst into life, I hit the gas pedal a couple of times, let it roar, and when they were both in, moved the gearshift to drive. The car staggered forward, as I took off the brake and we rejoined the light traffic. This time Bruce sat next to me, in the passenger seat, Lennie in the back.He seemed cold as he hugged himself,while Bruced yelled occasionally, but I couldn't tell if a finacial agreement had been exactly agreed on. The sun, the only thing that is totally californian, started on its low swinging arc as it dives impeccably into the sea. Oranges appear, pink, redness, the sky bleeds, but it takes a long, long time, but finally it does, the ocean drinks, and the stars come out. We drove to the outskirts of Monterey, looking for a hotel, for us three. The big sea sprawled out to the horizon and the outcropping rocks and shallow waves rippled and broke the flat surface. Surf smashed violently, cascaded upward, dribbled down the rock, running through every crevice and crack. It was if the ocean was in a state of perpetual orgasm, constantly able to refurbish, replenish itself. It gave me an inner strength, for what lay ahead, I'd need it with these two, I hoped maybe I'd taken on more than I could chew. The car, drove, on as signs of habitation, and grubstops appeared. And civilization kicked in. Bruce put his hand on my lap, just teasing gently, like I needed any more encouragement. I took that bend a little fast, as Bruce fondled my accelerator. I slowed down as sleepy time town cops, can be as angry as bees if you piss 'em off. "There's a place! Over there! Hope you can afford it, Jack!" said Bruce, pointing at a travel-lodge that had been defrocked or whatever the lawyers call it. Bruce thou was surprisingly eager, I thought he'd be more laid back. And want a better hotel. It was if the promise of adventure was as rough to him, as it was for me. Difficult to tell who was seducing who. Me. "Let's check it out." Him. 'The Red Pony Motel' was shabby, but quiet. Off the main drag, the vacancy sign was flashing, no other cars in sight, discreet, the kind of place that didn't even put itself on a post-card. We pulled up in front of the office, and Bruce and me hopped out. The bell above the door woke the sourfaced man on duty. He was awake, I think. Bruce stood by the Coke machine posing like a cheap hustler, fingers running through his hair, pulling on his lower lip, rubbing that ass that's popping from his shorts, while I talked to the clerk. I offered up my visa and signed the register. The clerk took one look at Bruce and sniffed. Bruce just rubbed his crotch and threw a pelvic thrust at the counter. The clerk turned away. Bruce strolls up, and rubs up aginst me. "Just the one night, Mr Steinbeck?" He sounded bored, didn't bother to comment on the disparity of signatures in the book, on the card. He gave me the key, I threw it to Bruce, he caught it, with a back-handed catch, and we left and parked the car. We nearly forget to get Lennie out Or at least I did. There was something between the two.But it looks like they'll share. I had to rent a four-bedded room, would've looked weird asking for a double, don't want no snoopers, these guys would more than pay me back, if I'm any judge of character. My wallet is still here. We entered the room, Bruce first, me bringing up the rear.I closed the door. The boys ran in. "Hey, it's not half bad, big beds, color TV, man, shit I need a shower. I stink." Bruce pulled off his sweat stained tanktop, pulled down his pants, pulled out one leg, then the other, tossed them casually away. He sat on the bed, ripped off his Reeboks and socks, stood up, raised his arms wide,over his head tempting me to admire what I saw. I think he was the fuckingest handsome damn thing I'd seen in all my born days. But I'm not telling him that. "They like you at Burger King..." he says to me. "Hey, c'mon Lennie, strip off and let's get wet. It's too fuckin' hot." He rushed off to the bathroom, leaving me alone with Lennie who stripped rightdown to his sandals and hard on, in front of me showing no modesty, taking his clothes off seemed the most natural thing in the world, he undressed, exposing, his wide shoulders, slim waist, thick neck but when I touched that big cock of his, he dashed off into the bathroom, to join his other naked friend. I heard the shower being turned on and wished I could join them. "Jack, get yer ass in here," Bruce commanded, sticking his head out and yelling.What do I do with this towel? I closed the frosted shower door when I got in, and the three of us, were pressed close together clinging, cascaded by the water. A lot of water, a lot of soap, soaping of asses and soaping of dicks and bellies, legs, backs and fronts. All coming clean. Steam rose, and it was hard to tell whose dick was biggest, (it was Lennie's), but mine was certainly the hardest. Bruce all of a sudden got out, like he was annoyed, but still with his back to me, towelling his hair, and sqeezing his buttocks, clenching and releasing those two pretty butt cheeks, striking a pose, no doubt about that. I watched him bendover, as he dried off his ankles, he made sure I could see daylight and all. So, he likes to flirt, well I like it too. While I was watching, Lennie gave me hug that blew the wind out of my sails.He had me by the shower-tiles. "I like you, mister. Do you like me?" "Sure I do, you bigboy sweetheart..." "Blow him Lennie, you know it's your turn." said Bruce, and turned to go. I hadn't noticed before, but I sensed that Bruce, was in charge, with Lenny, told him what to do, as if Lenny wasn't able to think for himself. Bruce exerted a sort of control over his big studded friend, because Lennie like a good boy did exactly what he was told. He sank down on the olive-tile floor, facing my balls, which he mouthbutted, I turned off the water, let it reduce to a dribble, and the blond farmboy, looked up, with a smile as white as wonderbread. He pouted his lips, pressed them up against my cocktip, me still dripping, him exploring my shaft. I looked down, saw the lion-mane of hair, the broad shoulders, going back and forth, sucking my cock. Down further I could see his delightful butt, pale where the suntan hadn't reached. He was adept, performing a youthful blowjob; it was obvious he'd done this before. Who wants a novice? But a little clumsy, his teeth occasionally nipped, and I let out a yelp. He sucked a little hard, I'll probably end up with a hickey on my dick, or an adult circumsion at least. Yowch. "Lennie! How many times have I told you to use a condom!" yelled Bruce, breaking in between us, pulling my cock out of his buddie's mouth and rolling on a condom onto my confused dick. "And you, you old fart, should know better!" He stormed off and disappeared into the bedroom in a huff. And as Lennie returned to sucking me off, over the polyurethanemembrane cover, and continued to suck, while we could hear Bruce channel surfing the T.V. It was afternoon, and I'm ashamed to say I came copiously in Lennie's face to the sound of a Loveboat re-run on the Spanish channel. Lennie seemed fascinated at the sight of the cum filled condom, hanging from my prick, the bubble at the end bloated and dangling like a yo-yo. He pulled it off and poured it out, watched the pearly liquid gurgled, swizzling down the drain slowly. "That was a lot!" he said, as if he measured such things. We stood together and I held Lennie in my arms and he let me kiss him for a while, till he got fidgety, broke away, ran into the room. I followed him, saw him leap onto, and lie beside his friend and they got engrossed in PowerRangers on the beat up TV with bad reception, the vertical hold was screwy and slowly scrolled upward. Bruce got up, slapped the old set, got back onto the bed, but not before giving me a wink of encouragement. He was playing a game. I stayed by the door, watched the pair on the bed.I felt like a gambler with a two card deck and no aces. Bruce layed back, supporting his head with one hand on the pillow, bored as an Etruscan statue, the other hand holding the remote, and his legs bent, lay wide open, his soft cock lying sideways, waiting for a wake-up call. Lenny lay stomach down, so I got a glorious view of his upturned butt, peach fresh. The two of them engrossed, watching the ninja multihued heroes with racing car helmets fighting an unbelievable plastic monster,that leered like a lecher at the teen androgynous heroes. I discarded the towel and sat on the edge of the bed, the two youths disinterested with my presence; I coud have been a grizzly, they'd have still ignored me. But I stroked Lennies shoulder, and Bruce ran his hand on my thigh, and his knuckles brushed my erection, but looking at the TV, even the commercials. Lenny felt all limp muscle, ready to fight, each sinew would fill, and he would be solid, until the enchanter breaks the spell. My hand drifted, and a finger fell into the second most popular double arch after McDonalds, he let me massage his buttocks, letting me part them, catching glimpses of a perfect asshole. His dick flat on the bed, pointing behind, his massive young balls primed. I took hold of his weight and I pulled him down and back, sliding him backward, so his knees touched the floor and I knelt down behind him and began rimming his moist opening with tounge touches,that toughened up. as I burrowed. But he pretended to be totally into the TV, maybe he wasn't pretending. But he did make little whimpering noises, as my folded cock tasted his inner riches. I think Bruce was getting jealous, 'cause he got up, straddling Lenny's back, pushing his dick in between Lenny's, ass-cleavage, and bumping my nose. So I gave his pink shiny tip a lick, another lick, alternating between ass and cock. Bruce got more insistent pushing himself in my mouth, all the way in, his dick almost down my throat. "You fuck Lenny, while sucking me off." I can't do the math! He crouched up, raising me up, my mouth full of youthful cock, and my own falling into the crease of Lenny's ready and waiting ass. Bruce. almost standing, supporting me as I position my dick, at the soft, yielding butt pucker of the blond below. It took a moment or two, as I spread wide his butt-cheeks, and I slipped in my cock, all the way to the hilt, buried deep in his ass-sheath. He let out a sigh, a little squeal, and I started to hump. Bruce fucked my face, keeping us balanced, as I fucked his best friend, my head like one of those short bobbing oil-derricks we'd seen too many of by the roadside, that very afternoon.. We kept up the tempo, it was like a strange dance, and I felt the young black haired colt throb, he was ready to cum.It seemed Bruce was competetive: "See who's the first to cum..." The room got larger and smaller at the same time. I could feel the cord of penis, throb, almost hear the balls churn, seethe, ready to jettison his load into the condom, it became too much for me, I burst first, spurting into the bubblebutt soft ass, which clenched hard to extract every fluid ounce out of my condomed dick. He hadn't missed a moment of TV, till then. Lenny seemed to wake up, turned his head back, seemed surprised to find he was being butt-fucked, as I shot off inside him. Bruce who'd had no intention of holding back, came at last. He head my head tightly, a moving vice as he whumped his dick down my throat as fat and as hard as he could. I tried to drink, swallow all he had to give, but the condom prevented that kind of unsafe behaviour, made do with second best. He pulled out my face. Lenny grabbed both the sheaths, compared, of course there was more in Bruce's, after all, I'd cum not twenty minutes before. He let them fall to the carpet, spilling out, commingling in a stain on the floor.Lennie stared as he saw the white liquid disappear into the woof and weave of the bedside mat.Looked like Africa, and the US continent before they broke apart. Lenny turned over as we fell on the bed in a heap, he kissed me hard, kissed his buddy who broke into a giggling laughter. "Say, Jack! You win! You came first!" "But Brucie, you had the bigger load!" He seemed to have forgotten the shower blowjob, too long ago for his attention span. "I liked you in the shower," he said. The boys rubbed themselves against my body and I rubbed up against theirs. A fucking good time had been had by self and all. "It's Lenny's turn now. He's the only one left with a stiff dick. Lenny, you want to fuck me or fuck the old feller." I do not want to get a guy like that angry. But shit, fuck me? It'll be a pleasure. "I'll do the big guy, and suck you off at the same time, while you sit on his face." Oh, yeh? Sounded impossible to me. But that's what we attempted to do. And to think I thought these guys were naive.Aristolean Geometry still taught in school, and happily with teachings of Plato. The daddy who outdid the dad. So my tongue's up Bruce's butt, I can see his balls dangle down below his brown flower, as Lenny closes his lips around the semisoft cock of his darkhaired friend, and somehow managed to get between my legs, putting them over his shoulders, wrapped his hand round my cock, lifting it and my balls high, so my butt was exposed, and slowly split my ass with that fat cock of his and started to fuck. Bruce held on to my legs, blinding my face with his butt, while Lennie could suck him. Lennie wrapped his arms around me and plunged up and in, and started fucking me good. At least that's how he started, until I realised truly how well endowed the youth was. It started with a little pain, then a big pain. God, I winced as the fucker plunged deeper into my bowels. "Lenny you're hurting me," I whispered. He took no notice, just pushing that fat elephant trunk of a dick of his, further up into me. "No, Lennie, I can't take it...you're too big..." I raised my voice to a whimper. "Lennie, stop. Stop, you're hurting him." "Ise just petting him..." said Lennie, as his mammoth rod felt like it was tearing up my insides. "Quit it, ya big lummox, you're hurting him... I told you before..." Bruce shouted, still trying to shove him off, but Lennie had gone sort of wild, like a feral animal, mating with the ferocity of a beast in heat. I was suprised when I saw Bruce hit him, deck him with an uppercut to the jaw, but glad as he was released from my burning butthole. He fell, rolled off the bed, landed with a resounding thump, face up. And though he was inert, his fat cock still had a life of its own and the tidal wave of cum it released had enough pressure to continue belching and snarling, drooling and dribbling. The force even blew off the rubber, and shot white milky sperm, coating his thighs, trickling down around his blond pubic hair, laying in a limpid pool, his penis still twitching, angry at the denial of my ass. "I'm, sorry man. He gets like that sometimes. He's friendly and cuddly just like a bearcub, but when the mood takes him like that, he goes wild, his brain turns to mush and his dick takes control. When he wakes up, he won't even have a headache, won't even remember what happened. He's just a big lug, a big no-brain loveable lug. I look after him, keep him safe, out of harm's way." And as Bruce was explaining, he was caressing me, cajoling and consoling, caring and considerate. "Brucey kiss it all better," he said in babytalk. He nestled his head, between my legs, glad to see no blood, and licked my sorelytried ass. He nestled his head, between my legs, glad too see no blood, and licked my sorely-tried pucker, making everything hunky-dory down there. He was attentive, kissing my cock, that had gone limp, but started to brighten again. He turned around and sat over me, gripping my sides with his strong young thighs. He let his butt nuzzle my re-awakening cock. Much to my surprise, he wasn't wearing latex as he sat down on my buttocks. "Take it easy, Jack! My turn to drive." He pulled open his ass, slid further down on my rod, till most of it was in, till all was in. He flexed his legs, as he promised, rode up and down, using his ass to jerk me off. I wanted this to last, but of course I couldn't. I shot off my wad, coming and cumming, white-lava like erupting from my cock-volcano. He broke into a grin and a grimace as my boiling cum filled up his insides, his ass a mass of threshing muscles, as it drank up my load. Still buried inside, still ejaculating, Bruce leaned forward pressing his tongue hard against mine, that came into a clinch, rubbing and licking, dancing in the wetness of a wrestling ballet. Finally, I was drained. He slipped off, lay against me, holding me close to him, locked in an embrace of two lovers that had just completely finished a truly great fuck. As we basked together, Lennie finally woke up. "What you two fuckers doin', leaving me out?" "Hit him again, Brucie!" I said jokingly. They stayed till the morning, I had to watch Lennie fuck Bruce, I wasn't going to even attempt to try that killer dick again. I must have stretched Bruce's ass wide because, he took Lennie's monster cock seemingly easy. After Lennie came, he lay down, drifting into sleep, and I let Bruce fuck me; after all, a promise's a promise. I hadn't felt that good in an age, so it was with a certain sad regret, when I waved them goodbye and drove off down the highway and turned on the radio and listened to the music, turned up the bass, so it throbbed, turning over the events of yesterday, already I was starting to believe had never happened, but my still burning ass was proof it was no dream. I'll have stop off and buy one of those hemmeroid rings, to sit on, to ease the stinging feeling, that probably will hurt for a week. davistrell @aol.com sorry the numbering went wrong (Moderator's Note: I received this post in multiple parts with the numbering off and tried to reconstruct it....if it doesn't look right, I probably put them together wrong. As a reminder, you can post stories up to 50kb [with exceptions] in one single post and they will probably still make it to all servers. 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