Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2023 00:54:02 -0600
From: Xhaiden Angel <xangel.author@gmail.com>
Subject: "A Year With Mr. Yates" 7

Remember, to keep Nifty FREE, it relies on donations! Go to:
http://donate.nifty.org/ and make a generous donation to keep the HOTNESS
cumming!

July 4

Fireworks exploded. Huge whoops and yells went up all over the park. People
shouted at each other. Dogs barked. Noise was everywhere. As people went on
about the business of celebrating a holiday, Pastor Santino did some
celebrating of his own.

Kneeling on the floor of the filthy bathroom, he stroked Lyle Fenway's
girthy cock with one hand. His mouth, attached to Jason Baker's mushroom
head, nursed at the steady stream of precum. Behind him, an unnamed man
waited his turn while yet another man leaned against the far wall, watching
and stroking himself. Pastor swallowed the sweetness of Jason's head while
swirling his tongue along the underside. Jason grinned down at the
cocksucker. Lyle also smiled at the desperate mouth, anticipating when he
would feel the suction that his neighbor was enjoying. Each of the men in
the locked bathroom knew they would not be going anywhere for a while.

Seated on the back of the truck's tailgate, Nathaniel watched the fireflies
dance in the nearby yards while the fireworks lit up the sky. It would be a
long time until he forgot this night and the great things that happened for
him. Beside him, also looking up at the skies, Preston leaned back on both
hands. Not a care in the world, he just enjoyed the beauty and the company.

On a blanket under an oak, Dodge and Dillon sat with Cruz. The three of
them finished a communal plate of food and sipped their sodas. They talked
in between bursts of color and noise, but not about anything important. It
was enough for them to get to spend the day together and enjoy each other's
company. Dodge and Cruz would get lost in a kiss or a cuddle, leaving
Dillon to roll his eyes or to get in a good quip at their expense. In
between this, he caught sight of Freeman Sweeney walking around the
park. The man's open shirt exposed a decade of careful thought to his
appearance and his tight shorts gave anyone who wanted to look an excellent
view of his 'religion.' Dillon felt his own groin tighten as the professor
strode toward one of the public loungers. He considered joining the man.

More fireworks exploded overhead.

Pastor Santino let Jason drop from his mouth, only to take up Lyle and
start mouthing his shaft. Unlike the other man, he put most of it in his
throat right away, then started to work. Behind the kneeling pastor, the
dark-skinned stranger chuckled at the sight.

"Man o' God, huh? Looks more like man o' cock! This sorry son-of-a-bitch
can't get enough dick down his throat, can he?" The man stroked his exposed
shaft. "What I want to know is, how many cocks can he get up his ass?"

"How about you and me find out, friend?" The other unnamed man asked,
striding over. "How'd you like that, preacher? Like us to fill up that
ass?"

"M-mm-yessss," Pastor Santino hissed, licking at Lyle's head. "Put all your
cocks in me!"

"What a whore," Jason chuckled.

The two strangers got on the floor opposite each other. They positioned
themselves so their legs overlapped. Their cocks slid up against one
another and they began greasing them up with spit and their own
precum. Pastor Ravi Santino paused his cocksucking long enough to gaze at
the men. His lips parted in a silent prayer as they leaned back. The darker
man held the base of both dicks, giving the pastor an invitation. Crawling
over to them, he swung one leg over both men. He leaned onto the bigger man
while the thinner man directed himself into the pastor. The blunt head
penetrated him without any difficulty. Only a few inches slid in before the
pastor insisted the other man join him. They chuckled again, then the
larger man started sliding in, as well. Pastor Santino groaned, then bucked
his hips backward. Both men slid into the pastor almost three inches
deeper.

"We're not going to pussy-foot around, preacher. We came here to fuck. You
ready, bitch?"

"OH...OH, god...oh, yes...fuck, yes..." the delirious pastor
groaned. "More. Oh, fuck...fuck, yes...more!"

"Jesus," Lyle said, watching the action. "If we could figure out how to get
it in him, I bet he could take a third and not even break a sweat!"

The two men on the floor angled their bodies. The bigger of the two took
hold of the nearly nude pastor. He lifted the man. The grinning, leaner man
knew what was going on so he went with it. Both men got to their knees,
neither one dislodged from the pastor's asshole. They used the other to
gain some leverage and momentum, then started hammering the pastor's hungry
hole. Pastor Santino's eyes went wide as their massive lengths slid against
each other. They rocked back and forth, each one slamming harder than the
other.

"GOD!" Pastor Santino shouted. "OH, FUCK!! GOD, help me! FUCK!"

"Somebody shut him up," the larger male said with a grin. "We don't need to
get everybody in the park in on this!"

Pushing his shorts further down, Lyle repositioned himself so he could use
Ravi's mouth. He took hold of the pastor's head and pushed himself into the
warm hole.  On the other side, Jason took his cue and pushed his jean
shorts open, as well. Already, his jockstrap was soaked with the
cocksucker's spit but he didn't mind. He held the jock out of the way and
began tapping the side of Ravi's face with his head. The pastor bucked his
hips, skewering himself on the two stranger's cocks. He strained his jaws
to take Lyle in, then reached for Jason to begin stroking him. The men
glanced at each other, both grinning like crazy people. Pastor Santino rode
even harder on the men thrusting into him. He felt as though he might be
ripped apart but still bucked and ground his hips.

"He do this a lot?" The darker stranger asked the townspeople. "Blow a
bunch of strangers in the public bathroom? He some kind of whore or
something?"

"Everybody in this town has had their cock in his throat at least six or
seven times," Lyle said, holding tight to the man's hair. "Every Labor Day
and Fourth, you can count on the good preacher to be here, doing what he's
doing. Hell, you can set a clock by it."

"People in his church know?"

Jason answered, pulling Ravi's mouth onto his shaft. "Everybody that wants
to know does. Everybody that don't just sees the collar and the bake sales
and turns a blind ear to the rumors."

The darker-skinned male pushed hard on the pastor's back, shoving him into
the lighter man. He angled his hips and drilled still harder. He slapped
the pert cheeks several times, getting them to glow before long. Ravi
groaned around Jason's shaft and pushed back toward the man. Several more
slaps echoed in the room as the man's cock reamed the preacher. He rocked
himself back and forth, feeling his rigid shaft getting closer to release.

"You're going to want to do on his face."

"Fuck...that...I'm breeding this bitch!" The man said, speeding up. "You
with me, dude?"

"Fuck, yeah," the other stranger said, matching the first. "Let's do it!
Let's fucking...do it!"

Ravi groaned. Lyle and Jason didn't stop forcing themselves into his
mouth. The men under the pastor went at it twice as hard, each one building
momentum by the second. The pastor grasped at each man around him as his
body shook with pleasure. His own throbbing rod began to twitch as he felt
the first gush of cream inside him. It was the darker gentlemen who shot
first. His growl of release echoed through the cramped space, followed by
Ravi's howl of pleasure at having his prostate drenched. The second man
didn't hang on much longer until spewing into the man's rear.

"Oh, GOD! Fuck, yeah!! YES! Praise, God! Cum! Cum inside me! YES! Fuck,
yes!!"

Jason chuckled as Lyle began jerking himself faster. Watching the padre get
his ass plowed was making the man hornier than most anything else. Jason
could admit how hot it was seeing this "holy man" all worked up about being
fucked. It brought him close to cumming, too, seeing the man's eyes roll
back in his head. The preacher's toned body seemed to be touched with an
electric wire the way everything just stood on point. Jason watched as Lyle
began spewing his load on the Pastor's face.

"CUM!! Fuck, yes!" Pastor Santino groaned. "You taste...oh...yes! Cum on
me!!"

It was all Jason could do to hold back but he wanted to hold on a few
seconds longer. He wanted to see the cum-hungry whore open his mouth wide
and, with his eyes, beg for more. Jason knew it would happen seconds before
it did. The pastor's handsome face twisted into one single look of
desperation. When it did, Jason began spewing his own load. Ravi forced his
tongue further out, determined not to miss a single drop.

"Yes! Feed me, you degenerate sinners!" The pastor pinched and pulled at
his own nipples. "Glorious cum! Feed me!"

More twitching and gyrating from the preacher meant his clenching ass
continued working the two shafts inside of him. With this kind of
stimulation, the second stranger found it almost imposible not to
respond. In seconds, he grabbed the pastor's hips and found himself cumming
all over again. Surprised, he ground himself into the warm hole, his eyes
rolling back as he drained himself into the groaning, grinding
pastor. Grinning, he thanked whatever power it was that made him stop at
this out-of-the-way restroom in this sleepy town at just the right time.

The last of the fireworks faded around eleven in the evening.

Nathaniel put the tailgate up after making sure he had everything he
brought. Securing the latch, he and Preston looked at one another. He
didn't know what the man was thinking but he thought he could guess. No
sign of Margaret this whole night and he knew there was no phone call
either. The look on the man's face said it all. He was more than pissed.

Nathaniel said, "I know we just had our end of the month dinner but if you
want to come over, you're more than welcome. I've got more leftovers than
I'll ever eat."

Preston shook his head. "I think I'm just going home, myself. I could sleep
for a week."

Nathaniel went around to the driver's side and opened the door. "If you
change your mind, you know where I live."

Preston stepped back and let the truck pull out. He watched it until the
taillights faded. When they did, he started the walk toward his own
vehicle. He didn't know what he needed but he knew he wasn't going to get
it in his empty house.

July 18

Dillon's cotton shorts were wet with sweat. It was turning out to be one of
the hottest days of the summer and he was miserable. Walking across the
street felt like walking across the Sahara. A large truck went by, blowing
out dirt and more hot air. Dillon climbed the steps to the porch and rang
the doorbell. A few minutes later, Lyle Fenway opened the door and greeted
his neighbor. The older man's eyes darted down to the kid's hard bulge but
traveled back up to his hard, bare pecs. When the kid asked to borrow a
ladder, it surprised him.

"There's one in the shed," the man said, stepping out into the heat. "What
the hell are you going to do with a ladder in this weather?"

Dillon waited for the man to come into the little square building before
shoving his shorts down. Lyle pulled the door closed and slid the lock into
place. He and Dillon stared at one another for a few minutes before the
older man worked the fastening of his own shorts loose. He slipped his
semi-hard cock out and gave it a few healthy strokes.

"Let me ask you something, boy," Lyle said, tilting his head. "You've been
slobbing this knob since you were old enough to do it without me getting
arrested. Why do you keep coming back? With you being in college, you could
have your pick of any of those young studs -- you don't need a fossil like
me."

Dillon stepped out of his shorts. Naked, except for his socks and shoes, he
pulled a sleeping bag down from a shelf and threw it on the floor. He got
down on his knees and waited for Lyle to move over to where he was. The man
caressed his face, even the top of his head. Dillon spread the man's pants
open and began massaging the full length of his shaft. Sweat ran down his
back.

"I've lusted after you since you moved in," Dillon told him, pressing the
man's cock to his stomach. "I counted down the hours until I turned
18. Being on my knees, with this in my mouth, was the best thing I could
ever have gotten for my birthday."

"Even if it was the next night," Lyle said, smoothing the boy's hair from
his face. "I don't have a lot of time, today, sweet boy. Best get to work."

Lyle was an average size, which Dillon liked. It fit well into his mouth
and he could get it all in without choking. He could move his head at a
good speed and establish some amazing momentum. The more suction he
created, the more Lyle moaned, which meant he was doing what the man
liked. After so many years of these little rendezvous, he was able to get
the man off in minutes, not an hour like when they first started.

While he worked, he eased both hands in between the man's legs. One slid up
under his balls while the other went around to his ass. In spite of his
age, Lyle had a firm body from his time in the service and keeping busy
since getting out. Dillon squeezed the man's cheeks, massaged his balls,
and slid his cock as deep into his throat as he could. He was more than
pleased when Lyle's hand slid to the back of his head. This meant the man
was close. He only got demanding when he was close to cumming. Dillon also
loved the discipline the man had. He didn't just shove his face forward or
jackhammer his mouth. He was insistent but slow as he held the boy's head
still and worked his hips.

"Goddamn, kid..."

Dillon gripped the man's ass. Lyle gave him a few more pumps before holding
his head still. He pulled all the way out and stroked off the rest. Thick
ropes of warm cum slung out of his cock, each one landing on Dillon's
flushed, pink face. The kid opened his mouth and Lyle aimed to give him
some of what he wanted. He held the kid's hair and tilted his head
back. More of his cum landed on his eager tongue. Still more ran down his
chin.

"When are you going to let me fuck that ass, boy?"

Dillon fastened his mouth on the man's cock and sucked the rest of his
load. Smiling, he came off the head with a loud pop. "When's your birthday,
again, Mr. Fenway?"

July 22

Pastor Santino pulled his car into an empty space near the populated part
of the park. Making sure he wasn't seen, he cut through a tall stand of
trees. Before walking to the public restroom, he made sure it wasn't being
watched by local law enforcement. No cops. However, a slender-built young
guy with his hat on backwards and his shirt in his hands, walked around the
front door. From time to time, he looked up, scanning the area. The pastor
smiled, coming out of the bushes and walking over. He gave the guy a quick
look and a nod, then disappeared into the bathroom.

July 24

Preston waited until the other man finished talking. "You're sure? No
mistake?" He listened while wiping down his counter. On the other side of
the island, Dillon and Cruz watched, both of them picking at their
food. Preston wiped the cabinet doors, all while questioning the person on
the phone.

"So, you didn't fuck the neighbor?" Cruz asked. "All the chances you've had
and you still didn't take any of them? Not even a quick blowjob while the
wife was away?"

"Mr. Baker doesn't swing that way. If he did, trust me, I would have had
that cock!"

"My brother, the whore," Dodge said, coming from the garage. "Let's go
upstairs and catch up on 'Reacher.' I'm pretty sure it's going to get
good!"

The three boys left the kitchen, Dillon pausing to hug his father. Preston
hugged him back, then went to collect their dishes. The person on the phone
gave him new information, which he confirmed twice before trying to process
what he was hearing.

"Okay," the man said. "The boys are upstairs. Tell me the truth, the one
you're not saying."

Upstairs, Dodge came into the room first. "Half the guys at the old rest
stop are married and half of those have kids, little brother. A ring and a
bunch of offspring doesn't mean anything when it comes to getting your dick
sucked -- or sucking dick."

"Maybe, but I don't see Mr. Baker skipping over to the rest stop for a
quickie when he's got a grade-A cocksucker a few houses down. Hell, last
summer, I wore my Speedo half the time while mowing his yard. If he didn't
want this sweet, sweaty body after all that, he's 100-percent straight."

"What about your professor?" Cruz asked, coming in and throwing himself on
Dodge's bed. "I saw how you looked at him at the picnic in the park. Any
play, since you're not a student this semester?"

Dillon sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't say anything.

"You did, didn't you?" Cruz asked, getting on his knees behind Dillon. "Was
he any good? Did he do naughty, naughty things to you?"

When the other boy still didn't answer, Cruz ran his hand up Dillon's bare
leg to the softness of his cotton-covered crotch. He gave it a light
squeeze. Dillon leaned back against him, spreading his legs. They kissed,
lightly at first. Cruz's hand closed around his cock and Dillon kissed a
little harder.

In the mirror on the dresser, Dodge watched Cruz caress and rub Dillon's
growing erection.

It didn't take long for Cruz to get rid of Dillon's shorts. They both
agreed to leave his fade blue jock on but Cruz pulled the pouch to the side
so he could get his eager mouth on Dillon's beautiful cock. As he slid his
tongue down the shaft, Dillon's hand threaded through his hair to cup his
scalp.

Dillon and Dodge looked at each other through the mirror. Dodge smirked at
the other's reaction as his boyfriend of three years went down on him. It
wasn't the first time this had happened but it was the first time they did
this while their father was downstairs.

"Babe?" Cruz asked, holding out his hand for Dodge.

After shoving his shorts down and getting out of them, he walked over to
the bed. Cruz switched to licking and sucking his cock. Globs of precum
oozed from Dillon's cock as Cruz squeezed the base. His boyfriend's mouth
worked the underside, then came up on the head. His tongue teased the slit,
coaxing out a silvery strand of salty sweetness.

Both of Cruz's hands worked on both men as his mouth slid under Dodge's
balls. Dillon worked his hips back and forth, taking advantage of Cruz's
firm hand around his shaft. They worked this for a few minutes until Dodge
eased his mouth off himself.

"Lay back, little brother. Cruz, get up on the bed."

They obeyed and right off, Cruz started licking and sucking at Dillon's
cock. Dodge pulled his balls to one side, allowing his boyfriend to get in
and lick at the dark place between his cheeks. Dillon put both hands over
Cruz's shoulder and raised his hips. Cruz slid his tongue in to taste the
musky sweetness of his boyfriend's brother's ass. Dillon gasped, his head
tilted back.

"Sweet, babe," Dodge said, watching Dillon hold Cruz's head. "Pretty soon
and he'll be ready!"

Dillon could not stop working his hips as Cruz's mouth moved over his
groin. He wanted to watch the sweet lips sliding over his shaft but he
could not stop staring at Dodge. Big. Thick. Hairy. Fuckable Dodge. What he
was doing with Cruz never felt wrong but the fact he couldn't stop staring
at his older brother felt a little strange. Still, from the hefty sway of
Dodge's thick cock, he was turned on by the whole thing.

"Do it, babe."

Cruz leaned back and got up to his knees. "Remember, your dad's
downstairs. You have to be quiet."

Dillon nodded as Dodge greased up Cruz's cock with lube from his
nightstand. Dillon bit his bottom lip when the sexy, darker-skinned guy
touched the head to his quivering hole. Cruz smiled down at him, assuring
him it would feel amazing.

"Breathe, baby brother," Dodge told Dillon. "Let my sweet man inside."

"Trust me...it's what I want! Fuck, though...he's so thick!"

"What can I do to make it easier for you?"

Dillon smiled. "Distract me."

Cruz eased forward until Dillon's tight ring accepted his head. While he
inched inside, he watched as Dodge's meaty fingers closed around Dillon's
throbbing shaft. Dodge's eyes were on Dillon, looking for any sign of
discomfort. The younger brother bucked his hips, at first, trying to get
the hand to move faster, to get him in a different space. Dodge started a
slow up-and-down, which eased the tension for Cruz. The darker male went in
deeper, causing Dillon to wince, at first. Dodge's working hand let him
relax a little more.

It went on this way until Cruz was all the way inside Dillon. He gave it a
few minutes before starting to move his hips. When he did, Dillon made a
pained noise -- before Dodge clamped his lips over him to silence
him. Dillon reached for Dodge, holding his head in both hands. Their kiss
deepened at once. Cruz started moving his hips and Dillon's moans were
swallowed right up.

The three of them began rocking their bodies in time. Dillon bucked back to
meet Cruz's thrusts while Dodge's hands played with his boyfriend's nipples
and his brother's firm cock.

"We don't have a lot of time," Dodge told the two of them. "Dad's going to
be interrupting about dinner in about ten minutes."

Cruz sped up. Dillon gripped the bed and his brother's
arm. "Goddamn...fuck, that's good! God! It hurt like a bitch to get you
inside me but now that you're there...it's so good!"

The other man smiled but kept pushing his hips. "Ca-can't hold on much
longer."

"Don't! Don't hold on! Fuck me...fill me the fuck up!"

They pushed against each other, both of them with the goal of reaching
release. Dodge's hand worked faster on Dillon's cock, timing it with Cruz's
thrusts. Dillon pressed his feet against Cruz's chest and used the leverage
to lift his hips. This allowed deeper penetration, something Cruz took
advantage of. He pushed all the way in each time, making sure Dillon felt
his girth. On the sixth thrust, he was making the noises Dodge knew all too
well.

"Fuuuuuuuck," he sighed. His hips fell forward, impaling Dillon.

The younger of the three would have screamed in pleasure were it not for
Dodge's mouth over his again. This time, as Dillon shot a hard load all
over himself and his brother's bed, he gripped Dodge's head and forced his
tongue into the other's mouth. Their kiss was borne out of necessity but
was also passionate. When it ended, Dillon reached for Cruz, who bent to
kiss him, as well. Theirs was just as deep, just as passionate.

"God...that was amazing!" Dillon said, trying to catch his breath.

"Quiet," Dodge said, chuckling. "Dad's going to hear you."

 Outside in the hallway, Preston straightened. Having had his ear to the
door, he heard almost all of the last fifteen minutes of what went on his
son's room. With this knowledge, he went back downstairs to finish prepping
their dinner.

July 25

Pastor Santino's clothes lay over the back of the stall door. His shoes
were on the floor but the burly trucker held the pastor's socks to his
nose. Ravi knelt on the dirty concrete floor, bobbing his head on the man's
swollen cock. The trucker pulled at his own nipples, inhaling the pastor's
nasty socks, and rocking his hips back and forth, feeding the cocksucker
what he craved.

Ravi massaged and rubbed the trucker's hard, muscled legs, enjoying the
feel of them. On his tongue, the man's pulsing prick oozed out his
excitement. His eyes followed the trucker's nude, smooth body up to the
neat mustache and beard. The trucker's dark eyes looked back at him and
Ravi imagined the devil, himself, being just as handsome and demanding as
this stranger. The thrill of this thought brought Ravi's own cock to a
harder state.

A second and third trucker entered the public restroom a few minutes
later. The smaller of the two followed the beefier one like an anxious
puppy. Before either could think about giving their names, the smaller one
was out of his clothes and wagging his trunk-like dick in the air. He was
pleased to hear a gasp of approval from the kneeling cocksucker. He was
shocked at how fast the man got his cock down his throat. When the pastor's
nosed touched his lower stomach, his entire length was engulfed in a warm,
pulsing place that made his body tingle.  The pastor's hands gripped his
ass and started squeezing and kneading. The trucker took hold of his hair
and started working the man's head on his shaft. Ravi did not gag, did not
hesitate. He just continued sucking like the pro he was.

"Didn't I tell you?" The first trucker said, taking out his phone. "Best
mouth any of us have had in almost nine months."

The man angled the camera to get the mouth and the smaller guy's cock. A
beefy black man entered the room behind them. He came forward and unzipped
his pants. On the screen of his phone, the trucker watched the pastor wrap
a hand around the new cock and start stroking. Soon, he had smeared the
clear precum on the head and shaft, then put both into his mouth.

"Damn!" The new man said, smirking. "Eager, ain't he?"

The man put a hand on Ravi's cheek, then slipped under his chin. He tilted
the man's head so he could work his hips at a slightly faster angle. The
pastor adjusted, letting the man use his mouth as he saw fit. The trucker
with the camera shifted his phone to the pair now kissing and pawing at
each other's bodies. It was the smaller guy and the bigger one he came in
with. They were making out like teenagers, their tongues working hard on
the other.

The last one to join was a bulky man from Honduras, who locked the door
after himself. "Sorry I'm late. The wife had her sister and their horde of
hellions over and I couldn't skip out right away. The cocksucker working
already?"

The first trucker nodded toward the kneeling man. "Dude, he's been working
for the last half hour."

After getting the heady sloppy with his own spit, Ravi plunged down on the
black man's cock. Reaching for another man, he began gliding his hand along
their shaft. Speared with cock in his throat, he felt a second one enter
his bare ass. As the pleasure began seeping into him, he tried to forget
the man with the cellphone camera. He tried even harder to forget his
sinful cocksucking being recorded and that how, after he took every one of
these men, he would ask for a copy of the entire thing.

July 26

Preston closed the car door, not wanting anyone to hear. Margaret was
gone. The boys were gone. Cruz was with Dodge and Dillon. Let to his own
devices, Preston snuck across the street and down the long hedge. The sun
was long-down and it was dark enough for him not to be noticed. As he
reached his usual spying-place, he glanced into his neighbor's window.

Nathaniel lay on his back, legs wide, cock hard, and both hands working to
bring himself off. The hairy fuck stroked with one hand and pulled at his
nipples with the other. Tonight, Preston noticed a sparkling something
tucked in between the man's balls. Like most nights, Nathaniel wore a
jockstrap, this one a bright blue. Preston finally realized he was looking
at one of those jeweled buttplugs wedged into the man's tight asshole.

"The kinky fuck is into some weird shit," Preston muttered, already
unzipping his pants. "Must be doing something a little extra for you, too."

Nathaniel's cock was thicker than usual, veined and throbbing out globs of
precum. He flexed his feet as he tapped the plug. His cock oozed out globs
of thick precum. As he stroked himself, he had no idea that Preston was
matching him stroke for stroke.

For the first time in almost six months, Preston was able to enjoy the show
without any kind of outside guilt or fear of being caught. He let his pants
fall all the way to his ankles, then leaned against the fence behind
him. Having not worn underwear, his balls were free to swing any way they
wanted as the jerked his hard dick to Nathaniel's hot, hairy, sweaty body
and rigid cock. He watched the hairy fucker stroking and pleasuring himself
-- lost in the man's personal lust.

When Nathaniel began pumping out his thick cum, Preston started doing the
same. The two men worked their cocks at the same time, both enjoying the
intense pleasure of emptying out their balls alongside one
another. Preston's own load went all over the hedge while Nathaniel's
splashed on his own face and chest. Like he did any other night, he swiped
his hands through the mess, then brought each finger to his mouth. While he
licked himself clean, Preston tasted whatever was left on his fingers. He
wanted to do what Nathaniel did to the best of his ability.

"Goddamn you," Preston said, smirking at his neighbor. "Why the fuck are
you so sexy -- and so fucking far away?"

July 29

Pastor Santino held onto the stall's handle. Underneath him, the beautiful
black trucker from the last time and the quiet, slender one were both
sliding into him. To keep his balance, he held to the handle with one hand
and braced himself on the dark-skinned male with the other. Firm, hard
muscle flexed under his palm and the man smiled at him. Ravi smiled back,
delirious with lust. The fella from Honduras was almost as hungry for cock
as he was and was now mouth-riding his firm shaft. He knelt over the
slender guy, who was rimming the fuck out of the man's asshole. Ravi loved
the depravity of this whole thing but the fact that the trucker who set all
this up was filming it all was what made his cock the hardest. While he
didn't exactly smile for the camera, he didn't shy away from it.

First of the trucker to arrive at this reunion stepped up to Ravi. The
beautiful slab of meat he offered was dark and veined, its mushroom head
thick and drooling. Ravi noted the youthfulness in the male's slender
cheeks and bright hazel eyes. Earlier, he said he was twenty and Ravi could
see it in his hard, lean body -- now naked and sweaty, like the
others. This young man was perfect. As Ravi slid his tongue under the
pulsing head of his cock, he made sure the young man knew it. The sweet
little sound he made as the pastor closed his mouth around the head made
all the truckers a little hornier than they were before. Ravi watched the
kid's face and the way his mouth slipped open as he eased more and more
cock into his throat. He was new at public sex, Ravi thought. Very new.

Ravi felt amazing as every hole he had was used and his needy cock was
getting the attention it deserved. In this mouth, the younger man was
pulsing out precum as he worked his slender hips. Underneath him, the two
truck drivers were pushing against each other to get deeper into him. The
one with the camera stroked himself and Ravi hoped he would get the
majority of his load on his face. The camera was recording every stroke,
lick, and every filthy word the truckers said to him. Ravi squirmed on the
two shafts working inside of him as the one in his mouth pulsed again.

The men manhandled him, moving him as they needed to in order to get deeper
into him. Their cocks stretched him wider by the second and he wasn't even
half-way down on them. The black man, glistening with sweat, growled in his
ear about what a perverted sinner he was. He told Ravi of the nasty things
they were going to do to him -- the five of them. He talked about oral
abuse, thrusting fingers, cum-showers, and throat-fucking. Ravi rode him
all the harder, excited by it all.

The trucker got a close-up of the first splash of cum from the younger
male.

Ravi sighed, smiling. "Sweet, beautiful cum! God, give me more!"

Very soon, each of the truckers answered the pastor's prayer. They took a
turn in his warm mouth and tight ass. They doubled up on him, single-fucked
him, drilled his ass and mouth with equal vigor. When the man was nothing
but a weak, jabbering mess, they forced him to his knees and got into a
circle around him. They shared deep, throat-swabbing kissing with each
other while stroking their cocks. Ravi, anxious for their bounty, massaged
their balls, fingered their holes, and mouthed cock after cock.

The beautiful black male delivered the first hot spray of cum. It hit
Ravi's cheek, then his open mouth. The slender one came then, his lengthy
cock spraying a hard load onto the pastor's forehead. The Honduran hottie
delivered a thick painting of his face seconds before the quieter of the
men shouted as his load erupted. Ravi was in literal heaven. He kept his
face turned up toward the rain of beautiful cum. Over and over, it came
down on him -- hot and musky -- like it was from heaven.

It was all captured on camera.

Five in the morning, after the last trucker left, the only occupants of the
dingy bathroom were Ravi and the filmmaker. After he turned off his camera,
he sent the various videos to the pastor's phone.  In the wall mirror, he
looked at the depraved preacher, still on his knees and covered in fresh
cum. He looked like he'd been frosted by a professional cake baker. The
delirious cum-freak was smearing the stuff all over himself and tasting his
fingers after. They locked eyes in the mirror and the pastor smiled.

"One more?" Ravi asked, his cock twitching at the prospect. "You gotta have
one more. After all, you've just been standing around filming for the last
two hours."

Slipping his shirt on, the trucker turned to face him. "I got one more, all
right. You're going to have to beg for it, though, slut."

"Oh, I can do that!" The man began a slow crawl across the dingy
bathroom. The trucker's hefty cock began to lift at the sight. Ravi
grinned. "There he is! There's my beauty! So firm and fun!"

Leading with his tongue, the pastor eased his mouth onto the head of the
trucker's cock. Like he had before, the trucker activated his phone and got
a close-up of the handsome pastor now pleasuring his piece. Precum oozed
off the tip and onto the man's face, running down his chin.

Ravi's eyes glistened with fresh tears as he covered the head and began
sucking. He sucked cock because it made him feel amazing. Being filmed,
though, made him feel dirty but excited. He loved the attention but the
sexual nature of the thing was personal. The man's spongy head touched the
back of his throat and he sucked even harder. He started the easy back and
forth, bringing the man up onto his toes. His hand slipped in between the
man's legs and found his asshole.

The trucker groaned as the fingers slipped inside of him. He ground down on
the fingers as he started thrusting his hips.

 Ravi sucked harder and was rewarded. The trucker grabbed the back of his
head and started ramming his throat with cock. Seconds later, the trucker
roared out his release. Cum scalded Ravi's mouth and throat, making him
moan. It spilled out over his lips, running onto his chin and chest. The
trucker held him still while he emptied his balls one last time. He hit the
phone's stop button and the video ended.

The door to the bathroom opened, letting in the beginning sunlight and a
very tired partygoer on their way home. Startled, the young man recognized
both of the men in front of him. They recognized him, too. The trucker just
smiled and waved, stepping back from the kneeling pastor to zip his pants.
Ravi, unable to move, couldn't stop staring at the new arrival, who
couldn't stop staring at him, either. One word came out of the arrival's
mouth that would change both their worlds forever.

Shaking his head, the kid said, "Dad?"

End of Part 7: July