From: D One Subject: Backroad Fantasy Date: Fri, 06 Mar 1998 05:46:37 GMT It was like some sort of pornography story, a fantasy, the beginning of a joke. But it happened to Clyde D. Harris III. Clyde was driving thru the state of West Virginia...mountains, forrests, rivers and more mountains. The scenery was beautiful. And that was why Clyde was there. He was taking photographs for the people back in Chicago who were looking for locations to shoot a film. Clyde was a location scout. He loved his job, traveling, hiking, boating, flying, skiining all over to take photos, and video locations that would become the background for films, commercials and television shows. He loved the outdoors...the freedom of being on his own...and sex. That was part of being on his own. There was nobody to judge him when he met that someone who listened tohis stories, who wanted to hear about stars and Hollywood and who gladly shared their bodies. Occasionally it would be embarassing as some cute buxom girl flirted with him and realized he was looking at some boy passing by. There was the time he even got led into a girls home and met her brother. She was pissed off to find him and her brother in a nearby motel that night. But Clyde moved on and she got over it. The car he rented had lots of miles on it. That usually meant trouble and sure enough as he was crossing over some overflowing creek, it stopped...actually it chugged and puffed and died with two tires on a very old bridge and two on a muddy ground. His legs went down into the mud almost tohis knees as he got out. The cellular phone didn't work and there was nobody around to answer his yells. So Clyde threw his camera pack on one shoulder and hiked down the road. It seemed like hours before he found any sign of life. But still it was a dubious sign. An old rusted fence blocked a dirt road that went thru some trees. He was encouraged to find it went to a house. The place was weathered and nobody was around. The place, in fact, looked deserted. So he decided to crash there and planned to hike further in the morning. Chancing burning down the place, he started a fire in the fireplace..and was delighted when the smoke went where it was supposed to go and the heat warmed his near naked body as the sun had set. His muddy pants hung over a half broken chair and he sat as close to the fire as he could to keep warm. Using his fading flashlight he had found some old dusty blankets which made him suspect the place wasn't as deserted as he thought. And he settled down for the night. Dreams of the car sinking into the earth filled his head..but not for long. He woke up with a sharp pain in his back. Standing above him were three men carring flashlights. He stammered his explanation and they didn't say much. In fact they talked in half sentences...."You wanna....Yep guess should....Pop won't ..." He accepted the bottle and was soon feeling it's effects in his gut. It was some kind of whiskey..but it tasted good. One of the men left still talking in the half sentence to the other two. He sat up....gathering the blankets around his body....he wasn't usually modest, but it was more of a self defense reaction then a conscious move. The two guys left there had begun to take off their coats and hats. In the dimming light of the fireplace and their flashlights, he realized they were young men...and he tried to be even more friendly. They shook hands and introduced themselves...."Hank Mill's kids". One left as the other crouched near him and talked further, "I'm Asworth that's Arnie. The one that went to check on your car is Andy". He was clean shaven, square jawed, obviously a potentially handsome young man who had some years to go before he could claim to be a man..or an adult at least. "We come here to get drunk sometimes..the old man won't let us do it at home. Says Ma thinks it ain't christian". He pulled off the straps that were connected to the denim bib of his overalls. The bib fell down and revealed the boys bare chest. Clyde couldn't help his cock getting hard. The kid was smooth, developed probably from doing farm work and the fire's reflection danced on his skin. Clyde realized that he too was barechested....and in fact naked uner the blankets. His pants still hung on the chair and his boxers were where he threw them earlier. Arnie walked between them as he brought in more wood and plopped it on the fire. "We still stayin here tonight?" He asked his half naked brother. "Hell why not, can't do much for him till morning anyway" Asworth talked about clyde as if he weren't there. It was almost surreal. It got even more fantastic as Asworth took his coat off and revealed he too was half naked. His jeans lay on his hips...so low that Clyde wondered what held them up. Clyde accepted some more whiskey...." I don't want to take all your...." "Shit man we got lots" Arnie said patting the bag he had put down. "Want something to eat?" Arnie stood over him....as if he were about to open his fly and let his backwoods cock flop out and into Clyde's mouth. His own cock was tenting the blanket....which he hoped couldn't be seen. Visions of being made to squeel like a pig as these two horny country boys took turns filled his head...not unpleasantly but not exaclty the way Clyde liked it. "It's stuck alright" Andy had returned too. "We can get it out...but don't know about getting it started." "Fuck, Pop can do it..he can make anything run" Asworth said as he stood and began to take his overalls off the rest of him. "He cool?" Andy asked. "Shit man look at his boner" Arnie said. "Sorry guys, guess it was the whiskey or something" Asworth wearing only a pair of loosefitting boxer shorts was sitting on the floor and pulling food out of his pack. "No sweat...we're all guys here" Clyde looked at Aswortsh spread legs, hoping that the open fly would reveal more of his hosts body. But it was too dark. "We're staying?" Andy asked. "Crap yea" Arnie said as he pulled his jeans off. But unlike his brother, Arnie was buck naked. His cock was thick and swung as he moved. He sat next to Clyde and Asworth and began to grab some of the food. "Get your bony ass out of your drawers and join us" he said to Andy. Clyde discoverd then something fascinating. The fire reflection revealed that Arnie and Asworth looked alike...in fact they were twins. "Hey you two are twins" he said realizing how dumb he probably sounded. "No man, we're not twins...." Asworth began the sentence and Andy finished it as he sat down too. Like Arnie he was naked...his smooth body face the fire and Clyde saw he was indeed wrong. "We're triplets" Andy said and the three of them laughed..probably because of the look on Clyde's face or the fact he had moved the blanket so his hard cock stood up in plain sight. "I see you like triplets" Arnie said. Clyde pulled the blanket back on him.... Asworth stood and pulled his boxers off. "As long as we're all showing off" he said. Clyde saw that Asworth too had an erection..which was why he had kept his boxers on while his brothers stripped boldly naked. "I think we're going to have some extra fun tonight" Clyde wished there had been more light so he could see the identical brothers sucking and fucking him and each other all thru the night. They didn't hesitate to touch, massage, kiss, lick and suck each other..not for his amusement but for each other. He wondered how often they came to this place to have brotherly sexual orgies. He didn't have long to watch as he stroked. His nipples were bitten, his balls sucked, his cock grabbed, his butt fingered. Clyde knew he could do whatever he wanted and he did too. Arnie was in his mouth, while Andy was sucking on his cock and Asworth was eating his butt. It became a contest to see how many positions they could all do as a group. He knew they must have looked like some sort of naked Twister game...but he didn't care. He watched as one fucked the other while he two was being fucked. clyde snuck under the stack and found an available cock to suck. The night air was forgotten..their bodies generated more heat then the fireplace. The naked butts and chests glowed with their sweat in the reflected flames. Clyde watched as two of them fought for his cock while a third moved forward on his knees...jacking his erection. And Clyde tilted his head back to recieve it. Whatever fantasy Clyde had had about threeways were surmounted by this foursome. Visions of sex with twins were confused by the triplets. But in the night, it wasn't about look alike sex partners..it was about pleasure and cocks, fingers, lips, tongues, butts abounded....and all he could do was hope that every wish Clyde had ever had would be his that night. His wishes were indeed fulfilled but only briefly in the morning as he was awakened by a mouth on his cock. It was Andy, or Asworth..he didn't really know for sure. Dressed in low hanging jeans, he could recognize Arnie. But the other two both wore bib overalls. One wore them with the bib up and not shirt on and the other wore them with the bib hanging down. They walked with him to their home where he met their parents. After the largest breakfast he had ever had, the boys and he watched as their father somehow made the rental car run. "Town's just down the road.....take the boys in for a while will ya, they always complain they don't get to go" The three boys acted like little kids finding proper clothes for their ride. Clyde was suprised too because the trip wasn't more then ten miles away. Yet the three boys apparently rarely went into town. The motel was run down but had a pool and he dove into it with his three guests for a wonderful child like afternoon of horseplay and laughter. Some underwater gropping told him the day wasn't over yet. The garage rented him another car....not much better then the one he had, but it ran better. After a later afternoon of cock with his three friends..he bought them dinner and drove them back home with the various groceries and things they had gotten for their folks. He was going to go back to the motel that night..but changed his mind when he heard the boys say they were going to camp out that night. And Clyde knew where. The old house didn't seem as rundown as he parked the car. He smelled the fireplace roaring and heard their laughter inside. He went in and they greeted him...knowing he would be there. He stood as they stripped him and the four shared, whiskey, more food and each other all that night. Kisses and hugs, addresses and bare butt pinches later, he got them to pose. The camera took amazing shots of the three helathy naked triplets in various poses. They thought it funny even when they posed in simulated sexual positions. And he gladly posed with them as the camera's automatic shutter captured the group. He had to make sure that roll of film didn't go to the office...it would be his to keep, develop, print and look at for some years to come. The knot in his stomach told him that the three boys had struck an emotional chord as well as his sexual ones. Despite his hopes, the company chose another location..there would be no going back. But perhaps, in the future there would be other assignments, other trips, other special nights in that dusty old cabin with the three young healthy, horny, uninhibited triplets. Nobody would believe him..but he had photos to proove it...if he ever wanted to show them to anyone that is.