The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons, in towns, cities, countries, nor governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most state and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such. % Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
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MAY Madness 01 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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From the time Jean-Claude packed Emre and Kevin into Denny's car, till the time they drove the Lincoln Tunnel-NJ Turnpike-local route, Jean-Claude busied their idle hour and twenty-eight minute ride with questions about Emre's family.
Right after pulling out of the hospital driveway AJ turned on the radio. He wasn't particularly fond of the beats blasting out of the speakers, pounding rhythms from KTU, but was happy for the cover-up, Jean-Claude's constant barrage of questions regarding Emre's family. Already twice, he mentioned to Denny, in different ways, "Is he going to blab all the way to Jersey?" and then a half hour later, "Is J-C always this annoying?" Once he tried stirring up a different focus on conversational matters, directing to Jean-Claude, "Say, how did you like my cousin? Cool guy, huh?" But all poor AJ got in return was He's a nice guy', then back to Emre being interrogated over his family's generations. Heaven' was spotting a sign for `gas-rest stop'. "Oh! Oh! Pull over there, Den. You don't know how bad I've gotta go!"
"Yeah. Sure," Denny replied, twisting the steering wheel so the vehicle strode into the rest area.
The trio in the back seat passed. Denny got out to stretch his legs as AJ strolled to the jon. Denny wore a smile knowing AJ's false pretenses, his reasons for stopping to give his ears a rest. No sooner had he thought it, out pops the three.
"I seem to have developed a wicked thirst," Jean-Claude announced.
Denny wondered how on earth that could possibly happen!
He also informed Denny, "And the `youngsters' are hungry. Want anything?"
"No thanks. Just pick me up a beer."
Keeping on eye on `the youngsters', his attention on Denny, he impatiently responded, "I don't think they're allowed to sell beer Denny."
"I know.. I know.... Joking, okay? Pick me up a coke or something."
As Jean-Claude rushed off, Denny smiled when turning his attention to the area where the jon resided. `It's tempting', Denny thought. If in fact AJ was in a hurry to urinate he would have been in there, blasted his load in a urinal and out by now. To himself he said out loud, "I wonder what little trick is keeping him?" Again he cackled.
Then out of the blue he hears, "Hey dickhead! You want to move your ass or something?"
"Oh sorry," Denny replied, scooting himself out of the way of the 4x4 wanting to park in the empty spot next to him. Taking a quick glance of the scenery, he thought to himself of why this' parking place, when there were at least two hundred empties. But then again he had his gaydar on and was receiving transmission clear and concise. Getting out of the 4x4 he figured what a hot beard' - what a shame to let the moment go to waste! "Hey there, I'm really sorry I got in your way?" Left as an open-ended question, Denny was hoping for feedback. He wasn't disappointed when the tanned `beard' rounded the front of his truck and down the lane between both parked vehicles.
Straightforward, after a quick body-scan, the `beard' says, "I gotta take a piss real bad. How about you?"
The dude didn't even wait for an answer, walking away, same direction AJ took. Denny followed.
Entering the jon, `something' was already in progress, the sounds of moans and groans heard from just outside the door.
"Having fun?" Denny casually asked AJ.
"Tight man... real tight," AJ replied as he continued fucking a college jock over the sink.
"You know him?" the `beard' asked.
"He's my boyfriend," Denny replied.
Waiting for a reaction, the bearded one stood there staring, after saying, "Nice relationship." Yet, he wasn't convinced even though Denny's mate stood there, pounding this jock's ass. "Um, you might if I like..."
Not wanting to break the rhythm of working his cock in and out of the tight hole, AJ responds hastily, "Help yourself!"
The short interruption caused AJ to catch up, the college jock crying out, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-fuck-yeah!" when AJ slammed into him again.
Meanwhile, the `beard' lured his prey into one of the stalls. "You got a name boy?" he asked as he unbuckled his belt.
"Denny. You?"
"Sir to you boy!" He exclaimed. "Hurry and get on your knees boy before I pee in my pants."
"Yes sir!" Denny replied. It would not be the first time Denny didn't realize the role of a slave to sex, he and AJ on occasion feeling horny and in the mood for some hot role-playing.
Seeing he would not need to prompt his boy', the bearded Sir' held his heavy cock in his hand as he watched Denny fall to his knees. Dropping it for a moment, he reached down, grabbed the tails of Denny's shirt and peeled it up overhead. "Would be a shame if we got some piss on this shirt now, wouldn't we?"
Denny's head switched to the left. "Um... what... are... ya.... gonna.... do?" But his question was taken care of by actions, his shirt rolled up and dropped into the toilet bowl.
"Oh I'm so sorry," his dominator said, laughing his ass off at the same time.
"But then I'm going to have to...wear it wet," he stared up at the guy.
"Hee... heee... hee... yeah. Ain't it a pisser, boy!" Then he informed Denny, "And unless you swallow fast enough I'm sure them jeans of yours are gonna be too! Open up boy!"
He had done this only two times. Once a long time ago when he was a teen, in the jon of a movie theater and second time with AJ. He had thought of it from time to time before both incidents, having heard of it done, but always stuck his tongue out in disgust. But he found out it wasn't the act itself, but the guy doing it to him. As with now, he opened wide, allowing his `Sir' to lay his thick cock on his tongue.
"Oh this should be fun!" came a third voice.
Both Denny and the `beard' looked to the open jon door.
Almost ready to let loose, the beard asks, "Um, you don't mind do you?"
AJ knew at times, Denny could be quite the exhibitionist and AJ wasn't a stranger to the idea either. Turning his head to the side, referring to some guy outside the stall, he yells, "Hey Darryl! Come take a look at this!"
Even though the `beards' cock was weighing heavy on Denny's tongue, the two looked up.
"Oh fuck he's hot!"
From the one saying so, AJ asks, "I'm AJ and this here is Darryl." And meant to prod, "He's sure got one helluva tight ass!"
"You don't say?"
Pulling half of his ten-inch-tool out of Denny's mouth, Denny responds in a disappointed manner, "Heeeeeeeey!"
"Sorry boy," the beard replies, "but I never pass up a tight end!"
Laughing, the bearded dude leaves the stall, his hand on Darryl's shoulder, guiding him to the sink.
"Now what'd you go and do that for?" Denny questions his mate, with animosity backing it up.
"Heee.. Hee..." AJ laughs. "Really pissed you off now that you're not going to get your protein drink, eh?"
Sagging on his knees, Denny should be mighty angry, but softening his reproach he looks up, extends a hand, "I hope you shot a heavy load!"
"Oh yeah. Emptied every ounce of my boiling balls!"
And as they left the stall, Denny comments, "Hey! Where'd they go?"
Outside, seeing the two walk over to the `beard's' 4x4, each entering through a door, AJ tells him, "I bet Darryl makes a hot bed-warmer!"
Next to the 4x4 Jean-Claude and the two boys were back in their seats.
"Hey, what took ya?" he asked AJ and Denny? Of course he had an inkling!
"Faucet on the sink got stuck," AJ replied.
He knew AJ was lying and Denny most certainly knew Jean-Claude didn't believe a word AJ said!
For the most part the remainder of their trip was uneventful, except for the two hot cops arresting a carload of hoodlums at the side of the parkway. Of course there was the usual banter, AJ opening up the discussion, telling everybody how he'd like to do the Latino cop. Differing, Jean-Claude picked out the other cop, the sleeves of his uniform bursting with muscle. But the conversation seemed to shift directions, the trio now comprised of Jean-Claude, Denny and AJ.
Kevin took advantage of the moment, a let up in Jean-Claude's question and answering session. Ignoring the side-of-the-shoulder activity, he positioned his butt more or less towards the other side of the car and tried facing Emre as much as possible.
Denny jokes, "Maybe I should pull over. You can run back and claim one of those hunky cops, J-C?"
"J-C?" AJ jumps for the opportunity, "I'll hogtie one of `em for myself!"
Unknown to Jean-Claude, the degrees of their relationship, he sideswipes Kevin's butt, not without ulterior motives, leans in towards the front and adds advice, "I'd say it would the best grounds for separation and I wouldn't blame Denny a single bit if he....."
"Cool your jets J-C!" Denny calls time out. "He was only pulling your chain. Besides, wouldn't be such a bad idea. Both of us working over a hunk-of-a-cop, AJ coming in from the rear... me? Man would I love to suck some lawman's wood!"
Seeing things not as he perceived Jean-Claude just shook his head and parked his butt once again in the seat. He didn't let Kevin and Emre slide, saying of their backseat lovemaking, "That's obscene!"
Tearing himself away for a minute, Kevin comments, "Jealous, J-C?"
With still quite a few minutes left before they connected to the Garden State Parkway, Jean-Claude claimed the time for himself, using his own shoulder for a pillow and drifted off. In his dream he had a better angle than what Denny and AJ were dreaming up. Instead of the after-factor, Jean-Claude was one of the victims. Except, it wasn't on the New Jersey Turnpike in front of hundreds of spectators cruising by. Minding their own businesses in the car, the other four couldn't see the smile on Jean-Claude's lips as he dozed. Later on he would think of it as lifelike, being pulled over on a deserted country road by the county sheriff, asked for his vital paperwork, then after looking it over, asking him to step out of the car.
"Something wrong officer?"
In his dream, Jean-Claude began to panic when the officer turned him around and cuffed his wrists behind his back, with the one word answer, "Plenty!"
Tall, Italian, about 6'1, muscled, but not overly, more beefy, wide-chest, the collar open enough to view the black mat which he assumed covered the worked out pecs, he was totally startled out of his gourd when the cop opened up his `jail door' and began releasing his pent up works between his legs. "Um, is there a problem officer?"
With his belt unbuckled, pants unzipped, the officer of the law going for the button holding the works together, Jean-Claude only got hornier when the cop replied, "Oh you betcha!" Together, with lowering Jean-Claude's pants, the cop's fingertips grabbed hold of the briefs on the way down to his knees. Looking him square in the face, the officer licks his lips and says, "Yummieeee!" Last word, before he started chomping away were, "Spread'em!"
"Yo! J-C?" AJ tapped him on the shoulder.
"Huh?"
Holding the back door open for him, AJ announces, "Home sweet home!"
"Already?" he said, getting out of the car. As Jean-Claude did, he followed AJ's prying eyes looking for an explanation of why his powder blue jeans `looked' wet.
"Must've been one helluva dream?" he questioned.
As AJ walked away, Jean-Claude smiled and said to himself, "If you only knew!"
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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