Donnie Joe's Motor Home by Sean M./Shane C.
The sun was blazing down heating the sand into molten lava. Shane and I had just finished drinking a six pack of beer that we'd gotten some drunk guy to buy at Tom Thumb. We gave him a 10 dollar bill and he kept the change. Pissed us off but what could we say. Anyway, we sat at the picnic area on the other side of the road from the beach and chugged down the last of the brew then headed across the road to catch some rays...and some nice sights.
There were families of tourists all over the place. Lots of beer gut daddys and ugly middle aged mamas littering the beach with their pathetic lives. The only positive side to this is that their teenage kids were there, beautifying the scenery.
As we walked across the burning sand we set our sights on an open area on the beach. We were between some Yankee family from god knows where and this backwoods redneck family from a trailer park, probably from Alabama. The combination of the beer and the hot sun had made us dizzy. We collapsed on our new found real estate and began to soak up the rays. Within minutes, Shane and I were glistening with sweat. A trickle of perspiration ran down my side, tickling my ribcage. Shane was downwind of me and I could smell the mixture of his Fahrenheit cologne and sweat. I was getting a major hard on from it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw this boy. I immediately looked over my sunglasses to get a better view. I cleared my throat to get Shane's attention and nodded towards this kid. He had a deep dark "savage" tan, dark brown hair and the way the sun hit his body, showed the best rippled abs I think I'd ever seen. There was a distinct trail of pubic hair that slithered down from his belly button, creeping into the wasteband of his bathing suit. Every muscle in his leg twitched as he walked in front of us. He staggered as he made his way across the sand. Obviously, he didn't get the chance to walk on a beach much. As he passed, he took several glances at us. Even after he got several yards away, he was still throwing stares back towards us. I said to Shane, "umm hmm, I think we've pegged this one". Shane replied, "no shit". We watched as this kid walked down the beach. We began laughing at how many times he'd stop, look out into the water, then back at us, etcetera. His back was just as nice as his front. We just layed there propped up on our elbows, exposing our chests to the sun. We could feel the sun cooking our stomachs, chest and shoulders. There's nothing better.
Moments later, our curious friend was right in front of us. He was standing at the shore letting the waves splash up on his dark haired legs. Still, he kept glancing back at us and acting as if he were there for some other reason. I smiled at him just to see what his reaction would be. Just seeing the silouette of his body was creating a twitch in my crotch. Of course, thinking about what may be added to our agenda helped too. After flashing my famous "let's fuck" smile, he began staring back at us more frequently. The hook was baited and the catch was about to be made.
I moved my eyes from my crotch to him, my crotch, and then back up to him. I was growing bigger and bigger each time he'd we'd make eye contact. Shane mentioned several times, "He'd looking at me". I'd laugh and argue that it was me he was looking at. Shane kept saying, "look at his ass". It WAS nice. He'd bend over to pick up something from the shore and flash his firm bubble butt in our direction. I finally motioned for him to come over when he flashed his eyes over at us. He nonchalantly headed in our direction, stopping only once to turn and gaze back into the sea. Finally, he was standing right in front of us. He had one hand on his hip and his ass cocked to one side. Just then, he spoke. "y'all from around heeere?" in the sissiest voice I think I've ever heard. I thought, "Oh, Shit. Now's my chance to have a girl and a guy at the same time". Girls just weren't my thing though. My dick suddenly ducked back inside of me as a cold chill covered my body. Shane spoke up, "uh,...yeah...we are". I asked him, "what's yer name?" He said, "my name is Donnie", in the most feminine voice imaginable. Hell, he made my Mom look butch. I cringed. "Donnie what?" Shane said in his sarcastic voice that only I could decipher. "Donnie Joe" he said, with both hands on his hips now. I suddenly wished I was somewhere else. Then this Donnie Joe character said, "Uh, y'all called me over here...what ch'all wont?" Shane became the spokesman for us both, "to see what you're about". I personally wanted to say, "your head in a box", but I refrained. I felt the urge to dig a hole to crawl into it. I couldn't believe he was teasing this 'thing' and attempting to seduce it. (Don't get me wrong. I consider myself gay. But if I'd wanted a woman like this one, I'd convert to being straight.) Shane glanced over at me and gave his look of "let's have fun with this one". I looked away to keep from smiling...or more like bursting out with laughter.
Donnie sat down and balanced himself by holding onto Shane's leg. "y'all here to get sun or just to piss me off?" Donnie said in a whining voice. I said, "No, we're here to get sun". I could feel the sun starting to heat me up again. At this point, Donnie was moving his hand over Shane's leg. I don't know why, but when someone else touches Shane, I get excited. Shane blurted out, "why don't we go somewhere that's a little less crowded". I cut my eyes over at him and waited for his next command. "Where do you suggest we go?" Donnie said, tilting his head down and looking up at Shane. Shane answered, "I don't know, how 'bout the bathroom?" Donnie quickly objected, "Uh, I don't think so. We can go to MY motorhome". Shane said, "What about your parents?" Donnie looked down and said, "my parents are dead...I'm here with my sugar daddy". I interrupted, "well, where is he?" "He's off with some friend he met this morning. They've gone to his hotel for drinks". "So is it okay to go to your motorhome?" Shane asked. "I really don't give a shit where we go. We just need to go somewhere else!" Shane pushed himself off his elbows and stood up. He brushed the sand off his shorts and was flexing his muscles trying to show off for Donnie Joe. I too, stood up and prepared myself for a walk... as well as 'Donnie Joe'. We, three, headed for the park area. It was about a mile down the beach and the whole time, I kept wondering what the hell Shane was up to. This wasn't like Shane...to pick up a fuckmate that was sissy. Donnie wasn't obvious unless he was talking. Shane and I have always had a thing for straight acting guys our own age...Not some nellie-girl-acting she-male wannabe.
Finally, our journey was over. We'd arrived at a very nice Winnebago. We made our way inside and Donnie walked over and opened the cabinet. It was was loaded with booze. "Y'all want something to drink?" I immediately spoke up and said, "yeah, what ya' got?". He said, "anything you want". I told him I wanted a Tom Collins. He mixed one up in record time. "How 'bout you?" Donnie said looking towards Shane. "I'll have one too". He quickly mixed up two more and handed one of them to Shane. I tasted mine and it was stronger than hell. Shane was the only one that had enough guts to say anything about it. "Goddamn, this fucker is strong!". Donnie said, "well I guess I won't have to fix you another one so soon, then... will I?" I began sucking my drink down, trying to dull my nerves. Shane was inhaling his like it was the last drop of liquid on earth. Donnie literally poured his down his throat and let out a loud belch followed by an insane laugh. I took a deep breath and tried to relax on the sofa.
Shane sat down about three feet from me. He had his head thrown back on the back of the sofa as if he were tired. I threw my head back and closed my eyes. The mixture of beer and Tom Collins didn't mix. We were wasted.
I began dozing off until I heard the familiar sound of Shane's high pitched moaning. I opened my eyes and looked over in his direction. Donnie had Shane's dick completely engulfed down his throat. His hard cock slid out of Donnie's mouth and quickly buried itself back in. Donnie's head was bobbing up and down and, from the looks of it, Shane was about to come. Before I could react, Shane's body was rigid and he was jolting his hips into Donnie's mouth. The groans of extacy were deafening. It was over. Donnie withdrew from Shane's crotch and opened his mouth. He began making bubbles from Shane's cum by blowing puddles of semen out from his lips. For some reason, this got me horny and I soon had my dick in my right hand and was ready for some fun of my own. Shane reached over with his left hand and began stroking my dick. He then reached over with his right hand and grabbed Donnie's hand and pulled him down towards my groin. I soon felt the greatest sensation, Donnie's lips were tightly closing in on the base of my dick. I was getting the best blowjob of my life. I couldn't control myself, I began thrusting my crotch into Donnie's warm wet mouth. The tip of my dick was stabbing his tonsils. He was doing something with the back of his throat that felt like I was being milked. I began to get the shudders of an orgasm and soon was pouring my seed into this boy's throat.
"I know y'all can do more than that". Donnie said, as he stood up and slid off his bright yellow bathing suit. His skinny dick was standing straight out and his nuts were hanging low. "Now it's my turn. Y'all'd better get them things up and give me what y'all got". Donnie semi-commanded as he leaned over the footstool sticking his ass in mid air for us to see.
"Who do you want first?" asked Shane. "I don't give a shit, just as long as one of y'all fuck me". I looked at Shane around the time he looked at me. I pointed down at his dick as if to say, "your dick's hard already, you fuck him". Shane leaned over to Donnie and asked if he had any KY or lubricant. "I don't need any of that shit. Just fuck me". Shane looked back at me as if to say, "what kind of freak is this?" ,and proceeded to stroke his dick. Once his dick was as hard as he wanted, he snaked his way over to Donnie, bent down and pressed the head of his dick into Donnie's hole. "Hurry up and go all the way in!, Donnie insisted. Shane looked back at me all wide eyed, shrugged his shoulders the positioned himself for some reckless plowing. Donnie let out a tremendous grunt as Shane's dick carelessly bent and struggled it's way into his guts.
My dick instantly got hard while watching Shane's butt muscles work in overtime slamming and diving into Donnie. I began jacking off until I heard Donnie say, "Don't just sit there. Bring that thing over here and let me suck on it". I wasn't used to being ordered around like that...and I kinda liked it. I made my way over to Donnie's mouth. He stuck his head out and practically sucked me into his throat. I attempted to fuck his mouth but the vacuum was too strong. I could barely move. I felt this incredible urge to piss. He'd made the head of my dick so sensitive that it was making me feel like I had to pee. I quickly informed him, "Donnie, stop! I've gotta take a leak". He moaned one time as if to say, "shut up" and began sucking harder. I again warned him, "I'm serious! I really have to piss!!". He grabbed hold of my thighs and buried the top of his head into my stomach. His suction was unbelievable. Each time I tried to pull away, his mouth took on a different amount of suction, increasing each time.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I'd held it as long as I could. I even thought for a brief moment, "fuck it, I'm just gonna let it out. I've warned him enough times". Before I could warn him one last time, I began to feel my bladder releasing. I emptied my contents into this boys mouth. Shit, I've never been so horny that I'd have the urge to do what he was doing. I looked up at Shane. I know I looked horrified. Shane was smiling and had the "I'm about to come look" on his face. He switched from smiling to frowning then to a painful look. Soon he let out a groan and had a relieved look across his face. He bent down on top of Donnie and relaxed on Donnie's back. He wrapped his arms around Donnie's stomach. His dick was still inside and he'd emptied his load into Donnie's butt.
Donnie was still sucking my dick. I tightened up my butt muscles to put a strain on my prostate. I felt myself on the verge of orgasm and was still wondering where my piss went. Why this boy would want to drink my piss had me confused as well as excited. I began to get the stomach convulsions as I poured my hot paste into his mouth. His hands moved over my stomach and chest as he drank the remnants of my nut juice.
After that was over, Shane asked Donnie, "what about you?" With one swift motion, Donnie bent over on the edge of the coffee table and positioned himself to where his ass hole was pressed up against the corner of the table. He rocked himself back and forth, working his ass onto the pointed edge of the table. It made me hurt to watch. Then, Donnie grabbed hold of his scrotum and stretched it as far and as hard as he could down toward his thighs. His dick looked as though it could've ripped out of it's skin. Suddenly, his cock began flooding his legs and arms with large amounts of his seed. He came forever. Every burst of cum seemed to increase each time. I swear it was enough to fill an six ounce glass. The second he realized he was done, he began licking the globs of cum off his hands and arms. He made loud swallowing noises in his throat and would moan after each gulp. When he finished licking himself like a cat, the only place left to clean was the carpet. He walked to the kitchen, grabbed a towel and wiped up his mess. We were amazed.
We sat around and small talked awhile until we decided it was time to go. Once Shane and I got a safe distance away from the motor home, we both started laughing. This boy was the most fucked up thing we'd ever seen. And up until this day, we thought we'd seen it all.