Riding with Strangers, a short story by Josh Terrence

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Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Chapter Four -- The Encore: An Evening Joy Ride 🏳️‍🌈

At 8pm I was loading the dishwasher. Mom had gone to play bingo and my sister was in her room with her boyfriend. Dad was sitting in the recliner surfing channels. I was wearing my slutty cutoffs and a shirt so short that it barely came down to my midriff, hoping for Calvin to page me. I'd sent him a page earlier in the evening and he called me to say he was at dinner with his mom and would page me when he was free.

With his promise playing in my head, I hurried to my room and played in my ass until my mom called out to me to get the dishes done. Undaunted, I slipped into my most revealing cutoffs and a super short shirt, then I did as I was told. Her and dad seemed to pay my outfit no mind as they kissed goodbye at the door and mom said she'd be home by 10:30.

While I was doing the dishes, the memory of my after school cock ride played back in my head and my ass started to burn with need. I distracted myself by listening to the tv while I rinsed and loaded the dishes, but all I could think about was riding Calvin's big dick. In the middle of rinsing the glass baking dish mom had used to to bake a casserole, my pager went off and my eyes lit up.

I soon as I saw Calvin's number I felt my heart skip a beat. I quickly turned the faucet off and dried my hands, then I called him and we made plans for him to come through and stroke my rear end out right away. I was leaning against the entry way between the kitchen and the family room as I talked to my stud, and I barely tried to conceal my excitement as we talked.

As soon as I put the phone back on the charging base I got back to work, loading the dishes and wiping down the counter tops, then I hurried down the hall to my room and fingered Vaseline into my ass. When I was lubed up, I watched from my bedroom window for him to pull up to the house while my rear end sizzled with horny desire. When I saw the headlights of his Ranger approaching the house I let loose with a soft moan, then I hurried outside to greet him.

As soon as I got in, I slid all the way over so I was sitting right beside him. It was dark enough that no one could see when he leaned over and kissed me on the lips, then I snuggled into his side and placed my hand on his bulge while he drove to a nearby park.

"What are you in the mood for?" he asked as soon as we pulled away.

"I want to get laid really bad," I told him, giving his package a squeeze. Then I added, "I'm lubed up."

When we got to the park he treated me to another kiss while I used my hands to fondle his massive bulge. When we broke our kiss I whimpered submissively.

"Fuck, you're so horny," he hissed with a hint of amusement, then he leaned in and kissed me again. When his tongue slipped back into my mouth, I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck, then I tugged on his neck and urged him to lay me on my back. I was in a haze as he guided me down to the bench seat, then we made out while my head spun out of control.

When we broke our kiss we sat up and I quickly lost my cutoffs. He gawked when he noticed I wasn't wearing any underwear, but I wasn't in the mood for small talk. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled his rock hard python from the confines of his BVD's, then I leaned over and wrapped my lips around the head.

I found myself in the grip of sheer ecstasy right away as I ran my lips along his length. There was so much precum oozing from the end of his prick that I had to swallow it over and over again while I moaned around his pleasure stick. I took nothing but pleasure in sucking his prick from the crown to the base, over and over again while my rear end yearned for intercourse. As my head continued to spin, I settled into a fluid deep throating of his dick while he held onto the back of my head.

When I finally pulled off of his dick, he smashed his lips against mine and we shared a rough kiss while I moaned submissively. While our tongues were dancing, he pulled me up by the hips and guided me into his lap so that I was facing him. I reached down and found his pole, then I guided it to my horny entrance while we tongue kissed. With our lips locked and our tongues still intertwined, I accepted his length and felt my ass fill up with all eight inches.

"Holy shit you're tight!" he hissed as I felt my butt cheeks smash into his pubic mane.

I rested my hands on his broad, muscular shoulders and rode his dick with passion, loving how every motion I took sent powerful pleasure signals throughout my body. In a matter of seconds, I found myself in the throes of anal ecstasy and knew my rear end had been satisfied by my stud.

"You're fucking grinding on my cock," he panted, and I nodded with a naughty smile to let him know I was enjoying it. I added a little twist to my riding motion, letting my pelvis roll around in a clockwise motion while still enjoying a luscious up and down ride that sent shivers through both of us.

"You're so big," I whispered, earning me a cute smile from him while he held onto my hips. "I want to see you everyday."

"Oh yeah?" he asked, and I nodded frantically. "I'd love to fuck you're tight ass everyday, buddy."

His declaration sent such a powerful thrill through me that my rear end contracted and I responded with a long, feminine moan as another tidal wave of anal ecstasy swept me under.

This time, the orgasmic contractions in my ass triggered his climax and he tightened his grip on my hips as he unloaded his seed. In the midst of his ecstasy, he planted another deep kiss on my mouth and I found myself moaning quite sissily into his mouth while I used my satisfied ass to milk him dry.

When his climax abated I climbed off his prick and went down on him, sucking him clean while we both hissed with pleasure. Between my legs, my little boner was standing straight up and pressed tight against my pubic bone but my ass was completely serviced. I knew I'd been satisfied by my stud, and as I swallowed his big dick over and over again, I knew that I'd never want to be without his dick.

I pulled off his dick with a slurp and snuggled into his side while he buttoned up. When I didn't move to put my pants back on he gave me an incredulous smile while I sighed with contentment.

"You're not gonna get dressed, little man?" he asked me with a hint of amusement in his tone, and I shook my head no.

"I'll do it when I get home," I practically sang, my voice melodic as the warm afterglow of our fuck radiated off of me.

With that, he started the truck and we drove back to my house. When we stopped at the first stop sign, he leaned down and kissed me on the lips and I felt my heart flutter. His hand found its way to my satisfied rump and he rubbed the outside of my hole while I purred with contentment. Then his finger slipped into my ass and I moaned with desire that started to build quickly.

When we pulled up to the house he turned the truck off and I longingly rubbed his crotch. He twisted his finger back and forth in my hole and asked, "What's on your mind?"

"I wish we weren't done yet," I said with a note of longing in my voice. "I want to give you some more ass."

"You wanna go back to the park?" he asked me.

Shaking my head no, I told him, "Let's just stay here and do it."

"Are you sure?" he asked me in an uncertain tone, looking at the front of the house, where we could see my dad sitting in his recliner through the window.

"It's okay, he can't see us," I assured him, then I gave his package a squeeze. "Besides, I don't want to have to wait."

With that, I reached back into his trousers and wrapped my fist around his dick. It was still rock hard and throbbing with authority in my hand. I pulled it out and held onto it with a possessive grip while he raised his ass up from the seat and pulled his pants and underwear back down. When his pants were puddled around his shins, I straddled his lap once more and engaged him in a kiss while my ass swallowed his prick with one swift motion.

As soon as he was buried all the way up my ass, we broke our kiss and he looked over at the front window, where we saw dad still sitting in his recliner. Disregarding that, I began thrusting my hips in a sensual motion so I could enjoy every inch of his manhood. I noticed he was still watching the front window, so I caressed his cheek.

"Are you sure he can't see?" he asked, and I nodded frantically while I rode his big dick.

"Don't worry about it," I encouraged him, pressing my knees into the outsides of his thighs for leverage while I rode his cock with feminine moans. For five luscious minutes I rode his cock while my rear end was roared with the flames of anal pleasure. I experienced a continuous string of anal orgasms while my stud hissed in my ear and told me how strong my ass contractions were around his dick.

When he finally bred me, I was covered in sweat and my ass was jerking with spastic contractions that lingered as I put my slutty cutoffs back on and kissed my stud goodnight.

"You want me to scoop you up after school?" he asked, and I eagerly nodded. "You've got it, little man."

With that, I got out of his truck and held my hands to my chest, feeling my heart flutter as he drove off.

When I went inside I checked in with dad before I got in the shower. I was still reeling from two satisfying rides on Calvin's stallion and drenched in sweat. I could feel my boy pussy opening and closing over and over as I luxuriated in the deep level of contentment I was feeling. At the same time, I knew my ass was stinking, so I didn't want to bother trying to clean up in the sink.

"Hey buddy, you made it back," he said with a smile as I came through the front door. He looked me over, taking note of my sweat soaked hair and torso, and seemed to notice my suggestive outfit for the first time. He trained his eyes on my still heaving chest, then down to the small outline of my erection in my cutoffs before he said, "Why don't you go wash up, son?"

"Yes sir," I said obediently, then I hurried down the hall to do what I was told.

When I got out of the shower I was fresh and clean, so I scampered across the hall to my room and got dressed in a pair of tighty whities and a teeshirt. I looked at my messy bed, where my earlier encounter with Calvin took place, and sighed dreamily before I went back out to the family room.

Dad's face lit up when he saw me so I went to him for some affection.

"Hey kiddo, are you in for the night?" dad asked as I took a seat on the arm rest of his recliner and snuggled into his side. When I nodded my answer, he said, "You wanna watch tv with daddy?"

"Okay," I said with a shy smile, feeling his strong arm wrap around my shoulders and rub my back. I slipped off of the arm rest and found myself in his lap with my head on his chest. I was waiting for him to tell me to get off his lap, but instead he wrapped both his arms around me and gave me a long hug.

"You smell like baby shampoo," he said in a listless voice, then I heard him take a long sniff of my hair. "It smells nice."

"I like that you and mom still buy me baby shampoo," I said with a soft inflection in my voice. "It doesn't sting my eyes when I wash my hair."

For a moment we just stayed silent while he rubbed my back and played with my damp hair. I could feel my pleasured rear end reacting to his doting by twitching hard, over and over again while I took deep breaths. The silence was relaxing but also deafening as I coped with a naughty feeling of arousal in my father's arms. Mercifully, he snapped me out of my spell.

"What do you want to watch, babe?" he asked, still flipping through channels. When he landed on a rerun of Rikki Lake we settled in and watched with amusement as her guests did and said outlandish things.

One of the segments featured a man who was gay and about to come out to his sister. As we watched, dad tightened his embrace around me and kissed the top of my head, then he slipped his hand up the back of my shirt and caressed the skin on my back. The segment itself was outrageous and it turned out that the man was getting paid to have sex with other guys. When his sister found out, she hit the roof. He then taunted her by snapping his fingers with an attitude and saying, "I get paid to get laid."

During the commercial break, I asked dad, "What do you think about that?"

"About the show or about the man and his family?" dad asked. Before I could answer, he said, "I think the show is silly, but I think the man is hurting himself by being a prostitute."

"What about the other thing?" I asked him, keeping my eyes glued to the tv because I was too scared to look at his expression.

Once again, he kissed me on the head and rubbed my back, then he asked, "You mean that he's gay?"

I nodded without saying anything while dad petted my hair for a few moments. I felt his fingertip tracing up and down my vertebrae a few times, then he broke the silence again.

"I think people need to be true to themselves, son," he told me, his tone thoughtful. "It's okay to be who you are."

"What if I was gay?" I asked, then I felt his fingertips run over my right ear lobe and gently rub my earring.

"If you're gay, why should you try to be anything else?" he asked me, and for the first time since the commercial break started I looked at him and gave him a smile. He puckered his lips and gave me a kiss on the lips, then he told me, "I love you, son."

"I love you too, daddy," I said, then I snuggled into his chest and let him hold me. While another commercial was playing, I managed to whisper, "That's what I am."

In a voice so soft that it was barely a whisper, he answered with, "I know that, buddy."

Just then the commercial break ended and the show came back on. We watched with amused chuckles as the gay prostitute said a few more outlandish things and it became obvious that he was trying to get a rise out of his sister. The whole time we were watching, dad was rubbing my back under my shirt and playing with my hair. And even though my rear end had been thoroughly serviced just 30 minutes earlier, I felt a powerful yearning start to take hold. I was nuzzling my cheek against his strong chest as naughty fantasies started to flash in my mind. Fantasies of being dicked down by my dad while mom was at bingo. Fantasies of him visiting me in my room for sex every day. Fantasies of him and I being a gay couple.

I could feel the warmth of his body heat radiating through his shirt while the scent of April Fresh dryer sheets poured into my nose. At some point he ran his hand over my rear end and I felt it overflow with desire, but then he slid his hand back under my shirt tail and rubbed my skin. In an odd way, it felt like we were making love in his recliner. I didn't have a way to articulate it, but it was deeply erotic and strangely satisfying, even though my ass was on fire for another round of intercourse.

We didn't say another word that night. We just snuggled in his recliner and he rubbed my back and played in my hair while we watched the show. When it was over, dad flipped through channels with the remote and we found something else to watch. From time to time, he kissed me on the cheek and on the lips, and I responded to each kiss by smiling up at him with a feeling of wonder. At some point dad fell asleep but I didn't want to move from my comfortable spot in his lap, so I stayed where I was and eventually I drifted into my own slumber.

🏳️‍🌈 To be continued? Let me know. 🏳️‍🌈

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