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Subject: Cottagecore chapter 7 Cottagecore: Road Trip Chapter 7 � Guy and Liam If you can, please donate to Nifty at http://donate./donate.html —– From North Dakota, I’d planned to drive North and East to explore the Upper Midwest. I’d read excerpts of Aldo Leopold’s “Sand County Alamac” in a class I’d taken through the local junior college extension the summer before my senior year in high school. I wanted to see more of the terrain in Wisconsin to get a better sense of Leopold’s writing. I also wanted to see the Northern forests. I’d never spent time in temperate deciduous forests. I knew I’d get to see them in the East, but the idea of deep, wet forests of birch, aspen, maple, oak, and hickory trees struck my fancy. I also planned to spend some time cannoning in Isle Royale National Park in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. More intriguing isolation, or so I hoped. From there, I’d planned to pass into Canada, stopping at a couple of Provincial parks on my way to Mt. Katahdin in Maine. From there, it would be an easy drive to A. Ham. Alas, it was not to be. I was defeated by the jet stream. As I drove North from T.R. National Park, a nasty weather system pushed South. Cold, driving rains pummeled the Dakotas across to Wisconsin and then all the way to New York. Suddenly it was late Autumn in the middle of the summer. Rivers overflowed, reservoirs threatened to burst, lakes grew and grew. Normal summer weather was totally disrupted by wind and water. Before it was clear how serious the problems would become, I stuck with my planned itinerary, driving North towards Minnesota, with Wisconsin and Michigan lakes on my mind. My map showed campground after campground along the river the road followed, but it quickly became clear they were all closed. Washed out by floods or badly damaged, closed and unstaffed. Defeated, I stopped at a roadside motel on the bluffs above one flooded river. The “Vacancy” sign was lit, and I would have been happy to pay for a room to get out of the cold and damp I’d been sleeping through for the last few days. Everything in my truck clammy. Nobody was in the motel’s office, so I went into the caf� next door. It was packed. I thought every seat was filled and there was only one waiter, a cute guy in his 20s who looked incredibly harried. “I’ll be with you in a minute,” he said, checking me out head to toe. “I’m Cal.” I smiled back. “No problem,” I said. “Jon. It’s just good to get out of the rain.” Cal was about 5’6″ with what looked like a trim, willowy body. His bright blue eyes scanned the restaurant to see who needed something. He moved gracefully through the caf�, refilling coffee cups and clearing dirty dishes. Despite the hard work, his wavy brown hair remained perfectly styled. He hustled by and went into the kitchen, returning with a tray of orders. “Sorry,” he said. “It may be a few minutes.” “No problem,” I said, “it looks like you’re full anyway. I’ll wait until somebody leaves.” I sat down in a chair by the door and picked up an old magazine. A tired looking woman bustled through the front door just as Cal passed on his way back to the kitchen. “Ruby!” he said. “Thank god!” “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I got here as soon as I could. My truck is stuck on the other side of the river. My brother gave me a ride from the footbridge. What should I do?” “Clock in and cover the floor,” said Cal. “I’ll take the counter and the register.” Cal turned to me. “Hungry?” he asked with a smile? I laughed and stood up. “Yeah, bud, I’m always hungry,” I said. He smiled. “But first, do you know about the motel? The sign says there’s a vacancy.” “Shit,” said Cal, clapping his forehead, “I just let out the last room. I forgot to turn off the sign.” I was disappointed. “Too bad. Do you know if there’s anything likely to be available down the road? I’m headed East. There’s nothing West.” “I doubt it,” he said. “Most of the lodging around here is build close to the river. If they’re not flooded, they’re probably closed for fear of floods.” “Well, at least I can get a hot meal before I head out,” I said. “What are you going to do?” Cal asked. “I’ve been sleeping in my truck on this road trip. Another damp night won’t bother me too much.” Cal nodded. “Well, let’s get you fed at least. Follow me.” He led me to the end of the counter. Between two big guys was an empty seat I hadn’t seen. “Slide down, Liam. I need that seat.” Liam looked over his shoulder at me. He was in his late 20s probably and at least 6’3″ with short black curly hair. His skin was like alabaster. He made me think of a linebacker who’d let himself go a bit once the season ended. He looked me up and down. “No,” he said in French-accented English. “I sit next to this lump all day, every day.” He gestured to the guy on the other side of the empty seat. “Slide in between us, mon amie.” So maybe a hockey player who’d let himself go. On the other side of the empty seat, his companion slid a little to the right to make some room for me. “Thanks guys,” I said. “I’m Jon.” “Liam,” said Liam. Gesturing to his right, he said “and he’s Guy.” He pronounced it “Gee.” As I sat down, I took Guy in. A few years younger than Liam, maybe, and just as pale with short dark blond hair and trimmed beard that was a shade darker that the hair on his head. He was stocky like Liam. “Do you guys eat here a lot? The waiter knows you.” “Yes,” said Guy, also in French-accented English. “We’re supply drivers. We pass through here once or twice a week, depending on orders. Cal’s one of our favorites.” “That’s what you mean when you said you sit next to each other all day?” I asked Guy. “You take turns driving truck?” “On Monday we leave Ontario and drive West to Grand Forks, in North Dakota.” Said Cal. “On the way out we deliver seafood, on the way back we deliver beef. With two drivers, we cover a lor more territory.” “Is the food here good?” I asked. “Oui,” said Cal, though it came out closer to “way.” “Most everything is made from scratch. We just delivered prawns and cod and the beef is top quality too. You really can’t go wrong.” Guy leaned in closer to me. “So Jon,” he asked with a grin, “do you like fish or beef?” The honest answer is that I prefer sea food, but I didn’t think he wanted the honest answer. “Beef, Guy,” I said with a laugh, “definitely beef.” “Liam here had never had fish, can you believe that?” said Guy. “He’s golden.” In Oklahoma, Jem had said the same thing about Eric. “He’s Golden,” Jem said as Eric was describing his many college hook-ups. I’d thought he meant Eric led a charmed life�which he did�but I realized then that he meant Eric had never been with a woman. “If I understand you, I’m golden too,” I said. “What about you, Guy?” Liam snorted. “He’ll take anything. Fish and beef, sure,” he said. “He sometimes even likes chicken,” he added, elbowing me in the ribs. At the time, I didn’t know what he meant. Guy shrugged, smiling. “Eh, what can I say? I have a big appetite.” Cal walked by and stopped in time to hear the last part of the conversation. “That was quick, fellas,” he laughed, “well done.” Turning to me he asked, “what will you have?” A paper clipped into the menu described a special of grilled prawns with fish and chips that sounded great. “Good boy,” said Guy. “Best choice on the menu.” After Cal left, I asked if Guy and Liam had seen any hotels or motels further East with vacancies. They confirmed what Cal suspected. Everything was either closed or full. “Too bad,” I said with a sigh. “Where will you stay?” asked Guy. “I’ll sleep in my truck tonight and then head South in the morning. I’m going to have to change my plans, I just can’t take camping in this rain for much longer.” Liam and Guy leaned forward and exchanged a look. “We have a room. You can sleep me with me if you want,” said Guy. “Wow,” I said, “thanks.” “Be sure you understand what he means, kid,” said Liam. Oh. I was up for it but probably should find out about more. “Okay,” I said. “Go on.” “You are very much my type,” Guy said. “Most guys are your type,” Liam laughed. “Fair enough,” Guy laughed along. “Buy you especially,” he said to me. “I’ll share my bed but I’d like to do more.” “What do you like to do?” I asked. gaziantep escort “Mostly I bottom,” he said, “but I’d top you in a second.” “Well, mostly I like to top,” I laughed, “so I think that will work.” “I also like to suck cock,” Guy added. I realized we had leaned our heads in and were almost whispering in our huddle. The restaurant was loud, but I felt a little uncomfortable talking this frankly in public. “Me too,” I laughed, “so I think that will work too.” I turned to Liam. “I guess you’re okay with us going at it in the room with you?” “I’ll be happy if you two get down in front of me. I like a show.” “Will you join us?” I asked. “Probably not. But maybe,” Liam added. Guy rolled his eyes. “Liam’s boyfriend just broke up with him. He’s punishing himself, thinks if he keeps himself pure the jerk will take him back.” “I’m sorry,” I said, wondering what happened and imagining Liam getting caught cheating or something. “He got tired of me being gone all week,” said Liam. “It was okay at the start but over time it got to be too much.” I was confused. “What does you abstinence now have to do with being away during the week before he broke up with you?” I asked. “Nothing!” interjected Guy. “Not a god-damned thing. See?” he asked Liam. “I say the same thing,” he said to me. “Guys,” Liam said, “drop it, okay? I know it doesn’t make sense, I can’t explain it, it just feels right for right now.” “Sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to pry. But I think we would have fun if you’d join us.” “Thanks, kid,” Liam said. Just then, all three of our meals arrived. As we ate, I gave a G-rated version of my road trip. I talked about the places I’d visited and the things I’d seen. “Did you meet any guys along the way?” Guy asked. “A few,” I said. “Well, a bunch, actually,” I laughed. “I’d only been with one guy before I hit the road, and for only one night. I’ve learned a lot in the last six weeks.” “You’ll have to show us your best moves,” said Liam. “Hey,” I protested. “I’m the newbie. You have to show me your best moves!” “Oh, I will kid,” said Guy. “I promise you, I will.” Cal came over with the bills. “Did you find a room for the night?” he asked. “You totally set that up, didn’t you?” I asked. “Well, I knew they’d be up for it if you were up for it,” he smiled. I laughed. “I’m totally up for it. Thanks, bud.” Guy asked Cal, “are you going to join us? If it’s okay with the kid,” he added looking at me. I smiled and nodded to let Cal know it was okay with me. “Not tonight,” Cal said, pointing subtly to a two-top in the diner’s corner. “My friend’s passed through a few times. He’s shy.” Cal’s friend, a handsome African American man in his late 20s or early 30s, had finished his dinner and was reading a paperback and finishing a cup of coffee. “I’d join you otherwise,” he added with a wink to me, “it’s just not the right night.” “Too bad, my loss,” I said. “Have fun.” We left the caf� into driving rain. I was soaked to my skin by the time I’d crossed the parking lot to my truck. I followed the guys’ directions to their room, at the back corner of the motel. I was already so wet, I didn’t bother with an umbrella as I ran to their door, which was cracked. Liam handed me a towel as I passed through the door. “You’re soaked, kid,” he said. “Mind if I grab a shower?” I asked. My body had grown so accustomed to the baking heat of the Southwest that it felt like the cold reached all the way to my bones. “Go for it, but you’ve got to wait for Guy. He’s already warming up.” Given where it seemed like Guy and were headed, I thought about joining him, but Liam didn’t suggest it and I didn’t want to overstep. These guys’ room, these guys’ rules. Instead, I pulled off my wet fleece and tee shirt and hung them over the back of a wooden desk chair. “Damn, kid. With that jacket you looked a little puffy. You’re hard as a rock!” I blushed a little. To deflect, I said, “wait until later tonight,” and waggled my eyebrows at him. Liam laughed. “You’re too much, kid,” he said. “I’m trying to turn that `maybe’ into a `yes,'” I said, honestly. “You’re doing a good job,” Liam said. “Keep it up, I’m having fun.” “Not as much fun as Guy and I are about to have,” I said, “but we can change that if you want.” I pulled off my sopping pants. Just then, Guy came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Good thinking, kid. I’m ready for you.” He pulled off his towel and hung it on a hook by the bathroom door. I was wrong about Guy’s body. He’d clearly been an athlete, but he hadn’t let himself go like I thought. He wasn’t chiseled, or even firm, really, but his muscles still bulged. Rubenesque? Not in the hypermasculine way I later learned that Rubens actually painted men, but my 18 year old understanding of the term worked for Guy: he was sturdy, rounded, healthy, and very attractive. His entire body was as pale as what I saw in the diner. Other than a small patch of blond-brown pubic hair, Guy didn’t seem to have a hair on his body. Thick thighs and high calves made me think the hockey guess was right. And his cock! If there were such a thing as a penis model, Guy would have rocked the cover of Penis Vogue. It’s not easy to know what a soft dick will look like hard, as I’m sure I don’t have to tell you, but Guy’s soft cock was the Platonic ideal of a penis. Uncut, long and tapering, thick at the base to thin before his large hooded head, a single vein squiggling down the top. It rested on pair of big even-hanging nuts in what looked like a perfectly hairless scrotum. I’m sure Guy had fluffed a little as he got ready to leave the bathroom. Who among us wouldn’t? But still, I was excited for the night to come. “My turn in the shower,” I teased. “I’m freezing and soaked. I’ll be out in a few. You should get comfortable.” Guy and Liam exchanged a look as I walked into the bathroom without waiting for a reply. I took my time in the shower. After days of damp and cold and rain, it felt like forever before the cold was out of my bones. Dry shampoo and cold water washes didn’t do a great job getting you really clean, either, so I washed and rinsed and washed and rinsed for a long time. Finally I felt warm and clean. I spent some time playing with my dick before I turned off the water. I didn’t want my reveal to look like I was half-hard, but I did want to get myself part way past the “grower” look. Playing with my nuts and tickling my frenulum, I got myself to the “half-soft-chub” stage, turned off the water, and started to towel off. As I stepped into the bedroom, I knew it’d timed it perfectly. After I pulled a dry tank top and pair of boxer briefs out of my backpack, I dropped my towel. My dick looked soft, but above-average, as I nonchalantly pulled on the clothes. “Why are you getting dressed?” asked Guy. He was sitting in one of the two full beds, with the blankets pulled up to his waist, naked under the sheets. Liam was sitting an armchair, watching the evening weather broadcast, still in the clothes he’d worn at dinner. I had my reasons for getting dressed, but I didn’t want to show my cards just yet. “How’s this going to play out?” I asked, wondering if I was killing the mood by turning to logistics. Liam laughed. “I’m going to take a long, long shower and you two can get to know each other better.” He turned off the TV, stood up, and walked into the bathroom. He shut and locked the door. I flopped onto the bed beside Guy. “So, maybe I am a little overdressed,” I said. “It’s actually really fucking hot. Under that puffy jacket you were wearing you looked a little soft. I’m not one to comment, but I can’t believe your body.” “I’ve spent the last six weeks backpacking and biking and climbing and paddling. I’ve driven a couple of thousands of miles, too, but most of the last six weeks I’ve been working my body hard. I’ve never looked like this. It’s great.” “Sorry about Liam. Before the breakup, he had a much easier attitude. His confidence is shaken.” “Well, I’m sorry too. But if he likes a good show, let’s give him one.” Guy laughed. “Great thinking, mon ami. Where do we start?” “Here!” I said, pulling the sheet off of Guy’s lap. I was dressed, he wasn’t, so I got the first shot at a suriyeli escort cock that night. I slid between his knees, kneeling, and pulled him down underneath me, a pillow behind his head. I leaned down and kissed him. Slowly I lowered my body onto his, my crotch pushing against his hairless ass, my mouth on his. I reached up with one hand to pinch his nipple lightly. Guy groaned and I ground my growing bulge against his ass. I kissed him again, more deeply, and kept rubbing his nipple. I released the kiss and slowly, I slid down Guy’s body. My right hand was on his left nipple so I spent some time nibbling his right tit. He moaned and put his hand against the back of my head to hold me in place. I could feel his cock stiffen against my chest. I love to suck a hardening cock, so I pulled free of Guy’s grasp and slid down to his waist. I was almost too late, but I made it in time. Guy’s semihard dick flopped sideways, to the left. I scooped it into my mouth and swallowed him to his base. He looked the same getting hard as he’d looked soft. I’d guess he was about 7 inches, average girth tapering from the thick base, with a lovely plum head hidden by a long, shaggy foreskin. Slowly and carefully, as he hardened, I sucked Guy’s cock. At first, while he was still semisoft, I kept him all the way down my throat. We were laying on our sides, almost in the 69 position, so my top lip was fluttering against the base of his sack. Guy moaned and started to thrust into my throat. At the same time, he thickened to full-hard. I was in bliss. I had one hand on Guy’s nuts and could feel his sack tightening. My other hand was idly stroking my cock. I’d gone full-hard the moment I pulled Guy into my throat and thought I’d probably cum the second Guy came in my mouth. Suddenly, Guy pushed my flat on my back, driving his hard cock deep into my throat. I wasn’t expecting it and almost gagged, but I was able to close my throat enough to keep breathing. Guy yanked off my underwear, which I’d pushed down my thighs. He grabbed my hard cock and slid back my foreskin, then swallowed, slowly and carefully, all the way to my base. My dick was at the back of his throat. We were each balls-deep in the other. Awesome! Slowly, Guy and I found a rhythm. We were each sucking a big dick, with our lips wrapped around the other’s base. I’d fooled around with 69 before, but it always felt a little awkward, foreplay stuff. This was pure sex. Slowly we rolled over and were side-to side. I started to taste Guy’s precum, which started my precum flowing. His ass was close so I reached out to tickle his pucker. Guy groaned and flooded my throat with more precum. That made me think he was about to cum, which made me flood him with precum. Guy and I were both breathing ragged, panting breaths around the dicks we were sucking. At the same time I felt Guy’s cock swell in my mouth, I came too. Mine was a lightning-bolt orgasm, hard and intense. Guy came and came, I guess I did too. Eventually I was aware of my surroundings again. Guy’s thick cock was still in my mouth but he was on his back, panting. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” he said. I started sucking his cock again, sliding up and down to clean him up. Guy rested his hand on top of my head and thrust along with my sucking. “Holy shit, kid. That’s the best blowjob I’ve had in I don’t know how long, and cumming with you . . .. I don’t think I’ve ever cum at the same time when I was 69ing with a guy.” “I’ve never cum from a blowjob before,” I said. “I’m seeing stars.” “Lots of guys can’t cum from a blowjob. The sensation is too different from jerking off or whatever. I’m honored to be your first.” “I’ll never forget that. I think I passed out.” We laughed and repositioned so we were face to face. We snuggled up together, naked and still hard. “You’re still going to fuck me, right?” Guy asked. “For sure,” I said. “As soon as you’re ready.” “God damn, kid. You just dumped a pint of cum down my throat and you can go again right away?” I laughed. “Since I started messing around with guys, I realized that I’m always ready to go. I feel like I’ve been hard for two months straight. Let me know when you’re ready. I’ll play with your cock in the meantime.” Guy laughed. “You’re too big for me to take without more prep. Help me get ready.” “I love this part,” I said. I stood up and grabbed a towel from the rack in the bathroom and laid it along the side of the bed. Guy slid onto the towel. From the bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table I squeezed a dollop onto my first two fingers. Guy had spread his legs, revealing his hairless crack. I slowly traced his hole, spreading out the lube. Guy moaned long and low. I slipped my slippery index finger in first. Just to the knuckle at the start, in and out, in and out, then all the way to the base, in and out, in and out. Guy squirmed and moaned and pushed against my finger. “Ready for more?” I asked. He moaned yes and I slipped in my middle finger as well. Again, first to the knuckle, in and out, in and out, then to the base, in and out, in and out. With the pads of both fingers, I could really work Guy’s prostate. He was moaning, bucking, gasping. I took his hard, drippy cock in my mouth. “Oh, fuck!” he groaned. “Don’t do that! I don’t want to cum until you fuck me!” I wanted to edge Guy for a while before I fucked him. I didn’t stop sucking his cock, but I did pull my fingers out. He moaned and started to thrust into my throat. I repositioned, keeping Guy’s dick in my mouth, shifting from laying by his side to kneeling between his legs. It was time. Reluctantly, I came off Guy’s slimy cock and spread his legs, pushing his knees towards his chest. Guy knew what was coming next and grabbed his legs behind the knees. “Fuck me, kid!” he breathed. With the combination of preparation and lube and precum, I slid all the way into Guy. He groaned, happily, and wrapped his long legs around my hips. “Fuck me,” he moaned. So I did. Our energy wasn’t the same as when Cody challenged me a few days before. I didn’t rail into Guy. Instead, I fucked him with long, slow, deep thrusts. He responded with to each thrust, moaning and groaning, “yes” and “more” and “harder” and “deeper,” sometimes just whimpers and grunts. We kissed as I pumped into him. Neither of us had any urgency to cum, so we just enjoyed our connection. At some point, we realized that Liam had finished showering and was sitting on his bed watching us fuck. He was naked and stroking his hard cock. Friends, his cock. If Guy’s dick was the Platonic ideal, Liam’s dick was the pornographic ideal. His tool was at least 8 inches long, thick from the base to the head, cut but without a scar, with a fat purple head. Casting directors would have paid him a bonus to show that dick. “Liam,” I said, “I’ll suck your dick, you can fuck me, I’ll fuck you, whatever your want. Right Guy?” “Oui,” said Guy, pronounced “way.” “Always, mon ami.” Liam laughed. “Not tonight. I’ll just watch.” Disappointment. Seeing Liam turned on to watch us worked me up on in ways I hadn’t ever experienced. I was loving my connection with Guy, but the thought that I could get Liam off if I fucked Guy a little better really got me going. I whispered to Guy, “let’s give Liam a show.” He laughed. “Oui!” he whispered. Before Liam came out of the bathroom, I had been chest to chest with Guy, making out while we fucked. To give Liam a better view, I rose up on my knees and spread Guy’s legs apart. I kept thrusting with long, slow strokes. I wanted to make this last. I pushed Guy’s hand away from his cock. “Not yet,” I said. Liam was out of my line of sight, so I pulled Guy sideways. He looked over his shoulder to watch Liam, who had propped himself up against a pile of bunched up pillows. He slid his hand slowly up and down the shaft of his slippery cock. Guy moaned and arched his back. I grabbed a pillow and slipped under him, opening him up. His nuts had disappeared into his body and his cock was dripping with precum. I bent down and wrapped my lips around Guy’s dickhead. Thanks to yoga, I didn’t even have to pull out. I couldn’t really keep thrusting while I sucked Guy’s cock, but I was rus escort lodged about halfway in. “Oh, man,” Guy moaned, “keep doing that and I’ll cum.” I kept sucking for a few more seconds, but I didn’t want Guy to cum just yet, so I pulled off and went back to thrusting into him, still with long and slow strokes. Guy moaned louder. “I’m getting close,” he breathed. “Fuck me, Jon!” Who doesn’t want to see a hands-free orgasm? I picked up my tempo and force. Now I really was railing Guy, hard and fast, grinding against his prostate and bottoming out with each thrust. I was holding him in the air by the hips, his rock hard cock jutting straight up from his body. “Oh, fuck,” Guy moaned, “oh fuck!” His dickhead flared and his first shot was a massive spurt of cum that landed on his chin. He kept shooting, spattering his chest and belly as I kept pounding into him. “Here I come,” I groaned and I felt my own orgasm mounting. “Cum on his face,” said Liam, stroking his cock hard, his eyes fixed on us. “Yeah,” moaned Guy, “give it to me!” I pulled out and scrambled up the bed. A few strokes and I was coming hard, shot after shot against Guy’s cheek and nose and into his open mouth. I kept stroking and kept cumming, covering the side of Guy’s face. That set Liam off. He leaned back and absolutely erupted. He shot seven or eight huge bursts of cum, painting long white lines across his chest and belly. He was gasping and moaning even as he kept stroking his massive dick. Slowly we all stopped dribbling and collapsed, spent. “Holy crap, you guys, that was awesome!” I finally said. Guy laughed. “We’ll have to thank Cal next time we come through.” Guy and I climbed into the shower and washed each other clean. As we climbed into bed, Liam rinsed off. “I know it’s early,” Guy said, “but we have to be on the road by 7:00 a.m. tomorrow, so we usually turn in about now.” “No problem,” I said. “It’s been had to get much good sleep in all this cold and rain, so I’m happy to turn in early.” Guy and I slept spooned together most of the night, with me being the big spoon. I woke up a few minutes before their alarm went off, my hard cock wedged between Guy’s cheeks and him rubbing against me. “Do we have time?” I asked. “If we make it quick,” he said. “Give it to me.” We were laying on our right sides. I pulled back the covers, lifted Guy’s left leg with, and angled my cock against him. He twisted to give me better access. “Slow,” he said. I pulled back my foreskin and used the precum I’d built up overnight as lube. Slow and steady, I pushed into Guy. He exhaled as I pushed past his second ring and ground against me hard as I bottomed out. Just then, the alarm went off. Liam sat up in bed and turned it off. He saw me balls deep in Guy and laughed. “I’ll take the first shower,” he said, and headed for the bathroom. “Fuck me, Jon,” Guy groaned. I knew we didn’t have much time, so I fucked him good and hard. As I drove deep into Guy, I wrapped my left arm around Guy’s waist and took his cock out of his hand. “Yeah, Jon,” Guy moaned as I started to stroke him cock. We quickly fell into a perfect rhythm, with me driving into him and him fucking my hand. I could feel his body stiffen, and as Guy’s cock swelled mine did too. We came at the same time, moaning and swearing and panting. I slowed my thrusts as Guy took his cock out of my hand. Guy turned to face me and we kissed deeply. We were still making out when Liam came out of the bathroom, naked and hard. “You know what I want,” Liam said to Guy. Guy grinned at me, rolled onto his back, and slid down to the middle of the bed. “Climb on, mon ami.” Liam scrambled onto the bed and moved to position his ass over Guy’s mouth. Slowly he lowered himself onto Guy, who started to lick and tickle his pucker. Liam closed his eyes and moaned. His cock stuck straight out from his body. “Do you want to suck my cock?” Liam asked me. I would have begged if he hadn’t asked. “Of course!” I said. I slid down the bed and positioned myself between Guys knees. I took Liam’s cock in my mouth and started to stretch my throat around his meaty tool. Liam took charge and quickly found a cadence, rocking back and forth on Guy’s mouth and thrusting in and out of mine. He was moaning, breathing hard, thrusting deeper and deeper down my throat. After only a few minutes, Liam’s dick swelled in my mouth and he started to cum. “Fuck yeah, boys! Keep going, oh yeah, fuck!, keep going!” He put his hand on the back of my head in case I wanted to pull off his pulsing cock. No worries, Liam, I wasn’t going anywhere. By then, I had most of Liam’s dick in my mouth. He kept thrusting and kept cumming, breathing hard and moaning, “ok yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.” When I started to suck Liam’s dick, I’d reached between Guy’s legs and took his cock in my hand. He was still hard and his dick was covered in cum, nature’s perfect lube. As Liam started to slow down, I could tell Guy was getting close. Liam pulled out of my mouth and flopped back on the bed beside Guy, breathing hard and stroking his cock. I slid up between Guy’s knees and wrapped my lips around his dick. His foreskin was pulled back and his scarlet dickhead was as shiny as a ripe apple. While I pumped the base of his cock with my right hard and massaging his nuts with my left, I sucked another load out of Guy in under a minute. He thrashed and moaned and held my face mashed against his pubes as he bucked and thrust. It was awesome. Liam gave Guy a couple of minutes to fuck my throat, but eventually he said, “okay Guy, we’ve got to get going. I’ll grab breakfast to go, but you’d better hop in the shower. We have to be on the road in ten minutes and you’re soaked in cum. I don’t want to smell you all day.” I reluctantly pulled off Guy and wiped a smear of cum of my chin. “Do you guys want me to hit the road, too?” “Don’t worry about it,” said Liam. “Checkout is at 11:00 so take your time and plan your new route. The caf� serves a kick-ass breakfast too.” “Are you going to join me in the shower?” Guy asked. “I might distract you,” I smiled. “You might,” he said, “but it would be worth it.” Once the water was flowing, instead of asking Guy to suck my cock, like I wanted to, I asked him about what he and Liam did. “Is that rimming?” “Yeah. You really are new to this, aren’t you?” I blushed. Would I ever get used to that question? I guess I had to get more experience. “I guess it feels good?” I asked. Guy nodded. “There are a lot of nerve endings down there. For some guys, it’s a real turn on. For others, they just can’t get over the gross-out factor. I only do it if the guy’s straight out of the shower and I know he’s super clean. I’m not very sensitive down there, but Liam says it’s better than a blowjob.” “Wow,” I laughed. “Another new thing for me to try, I guess.” We heard the door open as Guy turned off the water. “Another few minutes and I could have shown you,” he said. I shrugged. I was in no rush to try it. To be honest, I was a little grossed-out, but it was obviously awesome for Liam. I’d get to it eventually, I thought. Liam had brought a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee for me and held a sack of food. “Let’s go, man,” he said to Guy. “The roads are going to be wet and it’s going to be pouring all day so we won’t be able to make up lost time. Chop, chop.” To me, he said, “Kid, you were awesome, last night and this morning. Thank you.” “Yeah, Jon, that was fucking great,” Guy said, slapping my ass through the towel I had wrapped around my waist as he hustled to get his things together. “Aw, thanks guys. Right back atcha. For the room and the bed and all the fun.” Guy was dressed and had packed his bag by then. “Safe travels, fellas,” I said. “You too, kid,” said Liam. Guy lingered and gave me a long, firm kiss before he too left. That was so much fun, but I was still horny as hell! Maybe I should have asked Guy to suck my cock in the shower. Well, too late for that now. I was definitely going to need to jerk off before I hit the road. —– Thanks for reading, fellas. The next chapter gets Jon closer to college mentally if not physically. It also collects some of his experiences from the trip so far that were memorable but didn’t merit their own chapters. 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