Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2014 15:53:54 -0500
From: Jake Stone <studbluecollar@gmail.com>
Subject: "Salisbury to San Diego" Part Sixteen, gay/incest

I collapsed on Joe and Rob collapsed on me. Breathing heavy and sweating.
"You two need to get off me. I need a beer bad." Joe said. We all started
laughing.

We did as he asked and all grabbed our beers. We didn't just sit on the
couch though. We laid on each other while we drank. Not caring about the
heat.

Then Joe said, "I don't know what got into the two of you, servicing me
like that, but I liked it. I hope it becomes a thing."

"Oh yeah? We'll see man. See if you're worth it" Rob said. We all laughed.

Part Sixteen:

The '10 days' was going to turn into a little more than two weeks before
the house would close. But there was so much to do it only seemed like
hours to me.

I was only able to put in a few days at the garage since my life now
revolved around putting the new house into order and helping Rob sell the
trailer.

Once everything was set as far as the closing date and ensuring that all
went well financially the three of us agreed on what we needed and didn't
need from our prior homes. Rob decided he was only taking personal stuff.
He didn't want any of his used furniture or anything else from the trailer
so that was easy.

Joe also wanted just his personal stuff from his house and his massage
equipment. He said he would just keep the rest of the house as is and rent
it as furnished.

That meant I had a lot of shopping to do. Six bedrooms, Living room, family
room, dining room and appliances. But I wasn't going to waste my time
furnishing a total house that I have yet to see the inside of yet. I've
seen floor plans and I saw a couple of pictures but to get a sense of what
I needed I really needed to be in there. So my first order of business was
only to buy three bedroom sets. All king size and all the same. We all
decided that this would be perfect as we wouldn't always be in our own room
but the furniture would make us feel like we were.

Stan, the bank manager, had helped us find a liquidation firm for Rob's
trailer and his possessions. It wasn't worth much but the liquidator wanted
to pick it up on Saturday once the transaction was finalized. Joe had plans
for a massage on Friday after work so I volunteered to help Rob clean out
the last of his possessions after he got off from the garage. Then he would
be staying with me until the new house was ours.

I went ahead and went to work at the garage that Friday. I had run out of
things to do for the moment. So I thought helping in the office would be a
good use of time.

By the time closing time came I was really getting the office organized.
They wouldn't need me here more than one or two days a week after this. It
was really satisfying.

Rob came in the office and asked if I was ready. We were going to use Joe's
truck and Joe was going to take my Mustang home with him. We would leave
Rob's VW at my house. So I grabbed my stuff and Rob followed me to my house
and then after he parked the bug in the driveway he hopped in the truck. We
were still in our overalls.

"I have shorts that will fit you at the trailer if you want to change." he
said.

"We'll see how it goes Rob. Do you have a lot of stuff?"

"Like I said before. Cloths, papers and a few mementos. We shouldn't even
fill up the bed of the truck."

I started to head to his place. While I drove he took the top part of his
coveralls down and tied the arms around his waist. In the process he had
proceeded to open the zipper completely so that the only thing that would
hold the damn things up were the arms around his waste.

I almost forgot what we were going there for. His body was so fucking hot
and he was giving off the scent of the day. The scent I crave. I nervously
looked over at him a couple of times. My cock was starting to get hard.  I
hadn't had sex since the night we celebrated me getting the house. Almost
four days. We all had been so busy.

At one point Rob caught me glancing over. "What's the matter bud?" he
simply said. "Do I smell bad?" he laughed.

"Just the opposite. You smell fucking hot."

"Hmmm, baby boy likes man smells. How could I forget. I guess you should
get to smell it all." And he started to take off his boots. Next his socks
and finally untying the arms of the coveralls he let them slip down to the
floor. He stepped out of them and was now buck naked on the bench seat of
the truck. I almost ran off the road. Thankfully traffic was slow. Also
thankfully the truck was high enough and it was just starting to get dark
outside so no one knew what was going on.

Rob then leaned his body up against the door and lifted his left leg. His
foot found it was to my crotch. He just let it sit there with his toes
wiggling every now and then. I was shaking like a leaf by then. Not out of
fear but out of horniness.

By the time we reached the trailer I was sweating. Rob gave a smirk and
jumped out of the truck and ran up to the porch. No one was around but if
there was they would have surely seen him in all his glory. And what a
glory it was.

He unlocked the door and went inside. I followed.

The minute I stepped into the trailer he turned around and grabbed my head
and started to make out with me. I was already sweaty and heated up but
this wasn't helping. I was getting hotter.

Then he squatted down on the floor. He started to untie my boots. It was so
hot to see this stud on the floor totally naked taking off my boots. He
took off the right one first, and then the sock, and then he started
licking my feet. He lifted up my foot and licked the sides and the bottom
and then cleaned each of my toes.

Finally he let my right foot down and then started to take off my left
boot. He began the process over again. After he was done he reached up for
my zipper and pulled it all the way down. He then pulled on the arms of my
overalls and they came off my shoulder and slid all the way down to the
floor.

He then proceeded to clean my balls and my cock. Just cleaning them with
his tongue. Then he pushed me over to the couch head first. My ass up in
the air. Him still on the floor.

He started to lick my trench. All the way up and all the way down till he
was almost at my balls again. He spread my legs as far as they would go and
kept cleaning my trench. Finally he remained at my hole. He gave it a good
going over. I could feel the spit he was leaving behind.

"Sorry baby boy. I can't take this anymore." He stood up and guided his
cock into me. I shuddered. I missed having a cock in there so badly and I
loved having Rob's. While Joe was my favorite for obvious reasons, Rob was
so sexual and masculine, I just wanted to be taken by him. In every way
possible. I wanted him to rape my ass.

Once he was in he held his hands on my back keeping me down into the
cushions. This was not going to be a romantic fuck. It was going to be
rough. He started to slowly pick up a rhythm. As he proceeded he would go a
little faster and a little deeper.

Pretty soon he was like a jack hammer. Pushing me down. Making me take it.
The sweat pouring off of him was dripping on my back and down to my neck in
the front and down my crack in the rear. He was like an animal at one point.

Meanwhile I was moaning. If it wasn't for the pillow in my face I probably
would have scared the neighbors into calling the cops.

He grabbed onto my hips and started to slam into me. I knew it wasn't going
to last long at this point. Then I felt it . His cock expanding. Finally he
grunted and then he started yelling. "I'm fucking cumming Tony. I'm fucking
cumming in you boy, I love you man, I love you so much. Fuck!!!!." When I
felt him cum I came all over the couch. And then we collapsed.

We just fell into a pile on the couch. A sweaty sticky mess of a pile. I
couldn't move anyway and I didn't think he was ready to go anywhere anytime
soon.

"Oh my god, that was intense." He said.

I was breathing really heavy. "Yes it was." And then I remember him saying
that he loved me, he loved me so much. I was wondering what that meant.

"I got a few beers left. Should we have some or get the work done first?"
he asked.

"Work done first. We only have tonight. Bring the beers to my house. We'll
celebrate there."

"Celebrate? Only beers?" he said with a smirk as he was raising his eye
brows.

"What ever you want stud. But only if we get all this done."

He groaned and then slowly pulled out of me. I was leaking a bit.

"You have anything for the mess?"

"Leave it there sexy. As we work I want to see it dripping out." I laughed
as he said that. But I was game.

He threw me a pair of shorts and said, "This is for when we leave, but not
a moment sooner"

"Yes sir" I laughed.

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