Previously: Sam is on a road trip with Jim, Dewey, and Matt. They stopped at a rest area along the interstate for a picnic lunch, and Sam gave Dewey a blow job in the rest room and in the parking lot.
We went back to the picnic table, with my own cock quite visibly hard in the thin fabric of JT's swimsuit. We finished our sodas, threw away the litter, and got back in the van. Next stop: Houston, the biggest city in Texas.
I enjoyed sitting up front with Dewey. He was very careful and attentive to driving safely and not getting a speeding ticket. Sitting next to him, clad only in JT's swimsuit, I felt like aOne first mate sitting with his captain.
In the back, Jim and Matt, whom Dewey nicknamed "the honeymooners," were getting along well. Once, when I looked back, Matt was on his knees sucking Jim's dick. Jim's head was flopped back, eyes closed, with a smile of pure bliss. I was happy that the two of them were hitting it off, and that they didn't mind having sex where Dewey and I could see.
Once we got to the outskirts of the big metropolis, Jim and I swapped places to that he could sit up front by Dewey and give directions. When I sat down next to Matt, we kissed each other with open mouths and no restraint. "Penis breath!" I teased him.
He blushed, then said, "You too!" I was enthusiastic for the sexual energy among the four of us. Once we got our motel room, I was hoping for lots of action.
We pulled up at the company that sold and repaired musical instruments. Matt and I waited in the car while Jim and Dewey went inside. When they came out, Dewey got back behind the wheel and drove us around back, where the workshop was. We all got out of the van, and a couple of men came to carry the instruments from the van into their shop.
The men grinned at us. We must have seemed really young to them. One of them, seeing me dressed only in a swimsuit, asked me if I was going to the beach. I laughed and told him that I was going to a pool party. I felt a small thrill that my mostly bare body was being observed by a stranger.
After that, we got back in the van and drove to the motel where we had a reservation. It was a plain kind of lodging. It was two stories, arranged in an "L" around a big swimming pool. Jim checked us in, and then we parked in front of our room, which was on the first floor, close to the pool.
I always thought staying in a motel was fun, especially if there was a pool. I started to check out the room and its amenities. Dewey immediately and quickly got naked. Once he was nude, he opened up his bag and started to fish out his swimsuit. Matt and Jim, meanwhile, got out their swimsuits first, and then proceeded to change out of their clothes. Leave it to Dewey to strip naked at the earliest possible moment!
They were in a hurry to get into the pool. As they headed out the door, I told them I would join them in a few minutes. I fetched the little squirt bottle from my bag and went into the bathroom. Dewey seemed to a little rowdy, and I figured he would be fucking me soon. I wanted my hole to be clean, lubed, and ready when the moment came.
The pool was just a few steps across the parking lot. When I got there, they were already in the pool. There was a woman there with three younger kids. She was sunbathing in a chaise lounge and reading a magazine.
Dewey was indeed feeling rowdy, and was engaging in a little horseplay. As soon as I got into the pool, he turned his full attention to me. I think Jim and Matt were a little relieved, because his hijinks seemed to be annoying them.
Dewey started by "dunking" me. That meant that he jumped on top of me, and forced me under the water. I was only under the water for seconds, but I had to wrestle with him in the water in order to get on top of him. After I surfaced and caught my breath, I leaped on him and dunked him.
We went back and forth in this manner several times. My dick quickly got fully erect with so much rough and tumble contact, bare skin on bare skin.
We also played a game in which one guy would stand with his legs wide apart, and the other guy would swim under him, between his legs, and try to destabilize him in some fashion. Dewey could simply get underneath me, stand up, and toss me over. But there were other tricks, such as tickling, blowing bubbles up into the other guy's swimsuit, and squeezing his genitals. I was gentle with Dewey; he was rough with me. The frequent grabbing of dicks allowed Dewey to know that my dick was hard, and for me to know that his was as well.
My head was spinning with lust. I finally got close to Dewey's ear and whispered, "Let's go to the room so you can take full possession of my peaches." He didn't pause or answer; he just rapidly and discreetly got out of the pool, grabbing his towel and a room key. I climbed out of the pool and followed quickly behind him. We both had boners, but his swimsuit had its liner which pinned his cock closer to his body. Since I was wearing JT's special swimsuit, I had a tentpole boner than you could have seen a hundred feet away.
In less than a minute we were back in the room, and Dewey was tearing off his swimsuit. I hurriedly retrieved the tube of petroleum jelly I had brought in my bag. Dewey was impatient, but I got a dab of lube into my ass, and managed to rub some onto his cock before he threw me face down on the bed, mounted me, and thrust his dick into my hole.
It was almost instantaneous. Within less than a minute, Dewey groaned loudly and shot his load into my ass.
He slowed his pace a little, but the fucking continued. He was chasing a second orgasm. He impatiently re-positioned us. He stood on the floor beside the bed; I lay on my back, legs up, and ankles over his shoulders. This position gave him more room to maneuver. It worked great for me because I could see him and the penetration was more direct.
He went into full jackhammer mode, pounding me with fury. The first orgasm must have been incomplete, teasing him without satisfying him. Now he was pursuing complete satisfaction with fury.
Even if the first orgasm had been unsatisfying to him, it had released a huge amount of jism into my tunnel. That made the motion slick and pleasurable; it also made a lot of sloshing and sucking sounds. It was a red-hot mixture of physical ecstasy and nastiness.
The fucking went on for a good while. Not only had he ejaculated moments earlier, he had given me a full load in my throat back at the roadside rest are. This one was going to take longer, all the better for me. At one point, I felt compelled to tell him that he was a "manly stud" and a "sex God." I felt silly saying those words, but I just had to. He reacted with a grunt and a "fuck, yeah!" So I kept it up, praising and goading him on.
Finally, he erupted for a second time with loud moans. I hoped that no one was in the room next door.
He sort of collapsed on top of me, with his cock still inside of me and my legs still up in the air. His head fell over my shoulder, and his steaming torso pressed hard against me. He smelled like sweat and swimming pool. Finally his cock softened and slid out of me.
I respectfully asked him to excuse me so I could fetch a towel. We had gone into action so rapidly that we were on top of the bedspread, not the sheets. And I was so full of cum that I was oozing badly. I didn't want to leave any goo on the bed for the maid to discover. After making sure that Dewey and the bed were tidy, I got into the shower. If I didn't clean it up, I would be oozing the cum and the Vaseline into the thin fabric of JT's swim suit.
While I was in the shower, Jim and Matt had come inside from the pool. When I emerged from the bath room, they had removed their own swim suits. All three of them were sitting around naked, and talking about getting some pizza for our supper.
The guys' trip isn't over yet. What kind of fun will they have next? Sam is a "trooper," always ready for more. Keep reading!
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