Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2019 21:32:41 -0400
From: CN
Subject: The Summer of '92 Part Four

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Part Four

I packed my bag, bringing shorts, shirts, and the gear he gave me. I
brought a book and my fishing pole is outside. I didn't know what else to
bring, so I double check my bag. I forgot a towel. I get one out of the
bathroom and shove it on top of everything else. The bag is about to
explode. I toss it to the ground. I have a raging hard on and think for a
quick second about masturbating. I decide against it.

I open up my tablet. Watch some YouTube videos, but quickly go to porn. I
try to find something about gay cousins. I come up short. Then the welcome
roar of Victor's truck coming down the street has me jumping.

I rushed outside, past my family who had been sitting in the living room,
and out the door. I'm in Victor's truck before I know it and my crush
grins. "In a hurry?" I nod of course, barely saying anything. "You got
everything?" I nod again, then shake my head. I see my fishing pole leaning
on the wall of the house. I jump out, go through the gate and jerk the pole
off the wall, and I go barreling back to Victor. I wanted the weekend to
start.

On the road, Victor's blast his radio and I sneak looks at him. To my
disappointment, he is wearing a shirt with sleeves. And he didn't ask me to
start sucking him. I was disappointed.  I had this fantasy, I was going to
have his cock in my mouth the entire road trip. But so far, this was damn
pedestrian and too safe. His arm wasn't even on the back of the seat.

I grew inpatient as time went on. I unhook my belt and turn to him, placing
my hand on his inner thigh. Victor doesn't move his head, just says,
"Yeah?"  I don't respond just move my hand to his crotch and fondle his
dick. He says nothing. I keep playing with him, feeling his cock get
harder.

Victor removes my hand from his crotch.

"I don't want to cum yet. I got plans."

I was disappointed, shaken.

He glances at me and said, "Be patient."  I put my head down. Then he says,
"Sit closer to me." I comply.

He drives for a while, we sit in silence listening to music. Just sitting
there makes me nervous. I sit as stilly as I can. Victor drives and seems
hyper focused on the road. Then, just as if we haven't been silent for the
past hour, he says, "Take off your pants and your underwear too."

I was excited, but still unsure about getting naked before him. But I do
anyway. He puts his arm around me and pushes me up in the seat. His large,
rough hand slides down to my butt. He massages the cheeks. His fingers
start to explore my crack and they go further into the recess. When he hits
my hole, I jump. Victor laughs. He rubs on it and pushes his index finger
more and more inside. I breathe out loudly.

Victor looks down at my lap. "Man, you get hard." I place my hand over my
dick. "Don't do that. Don't hide it." Victor removes his hand and brings
them to his face. He sniffs his fingers. "Good, you are clean. Good boy."
Then he licks them, making his index and middle finger wet. "Your ass
tastes good," he says. He spits on them and brings them down to my ass. He
starts massages my hole once more, this time with slippery fingers and he
penetrates the ring with his finger. It slightly burns but feels better
than anything I felt thus far. He pauses, then starts moving around inside
of me again. Victor's cock is visibly hard in his shorts. I'm oozing
pre-cum. He teases my hole with his other fingers while he rather large
index finger digs deeper inside of me.

Victor then pushes his middle finger inside me joining the first
one. Another burning jolt. Victor sees my pain. He tells me that my ass
needs to be opened up and played with so that I can enjoy the experience
more.

"Are you going to fuck me?"

There's that impish grin and Victor says, "Hard. I am going to fuck you
hard."

He adds more spit to his fingers, and I am getting looser and looser. My
ass no longer burns, only sweet indescribable pleasure. I never want him to
stop. I want to cum so bad, my legs are soaked in pre-cum. He tells me to
jerk it. He tells me to spit in my hand and jerk my dick. With his fingers
in my ass and my hand wet jacking my cock, I knew I wouldn't last long. My
ass clinches around his fingers holding them in tight, and my dick
explodes. Cum flies up hitting me in the face and spraying his truck.

"Fuck man, that almost him me in the eye."

 I'm exhausted, my body loosens up, but Victor keeps his fingers in my
ass. It starts moving them more. I look at him pleadingly, and he says, "I
gotta to keep that hole open for my dick. I told you, I'm going to fuck you
hard and you may cum and cum, but I am still gonna keep fucking you."

He kept his fingers in my ass for most of the trip only letting up for more
spit and when he needed a pit stop and gas. About five miles to the
campground, he lets my ass free. I pull up my pants, panting from the
extended sexual situation. My ass was sore but missing his fingers.