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"Mmmm, that's sweet, baby." He murmurs to me. "Nice way to wake up."
I answer by taking another dive to nestle my nose in his sweaty man-crotch. My fingers tickle his balls, slight pressure just below them elicits another throaty growl. I savor the syrupy sap trickling down my throat. My tongue traces the engorged vein, runs laps around the spongy ridge of his knob. The groans turn to panting. I spin around, strong hands grasp my hips until I'm in place. His monstrous meat buried down my throat, I choke an appreciative sigh when his lips envelope my swollen thickness. We settle into a slow easy pace.
Unrelenting hands once more maneuver me into place. I feel the heated wetness slather between my ass-cheeks and finally at my rose-bud. The sensitive pucker resists only until the insistent invading tongue coaxes me open. I'm soon lost again in the sensations, the solid flesh-pole stabbing down my throat and the agonizingly pleasure of my asshole being stretched tantalizingly. I feel the tongue replaced briefly with the stab of a finger?tongue?finger?tongue. Repeatedly. Until I roar back. I can't stop bouncing my ass on his face.
I'm on my back, feel my legs lifted. I know what's coming and have no strength, no desire to resist. "Be gentle." I mumble, waiting.
Simultaneously I feel his lips on mine and the head of his persistent cock break through the barrier. Just as my tongue slides into his mouth, I feel?.incredible pain. I howl and fight away from him . My arms are pinned back, his mouth covers mine and he's buried to the hilt inside me. I feel the hot tears streaming down my face, the pain unbearable. I feel his lips move across my cheek, lick up the salty fluid, trail up to me ear. The heated wetness burrows in, a short painful thrust with his mammoth meat and?.
He hit the spot. My body relaxes, suddenly I'm at peace. I open my eyes and look into his, with a smile.
"You'll pay for that." I tell him.
"Easiest way." He kisses me, again.
My legs circle his waist, pulling him closer. I can't get enough of him, want more of him inside me. I lay back and let him go, fucking me savagely. And I enjoy every second. My cock now recovered and beating rhythmically against his thrusting belly, the head tickled by the thick forest of hair. He pummels my ass, until I find the strength to roll him. I ride him, hard, fast. My lips find the stiffened peaks on his chest, he yowls but never stops me from chewing the swollen tits. His hips buck, meet mine thrust for thrust.
"I leave you alone for one night and look what happens." The voice stops me, but not Will, his pounding is endless. I look at the speaker, back to Will with eyes wide.
"Billy," Will says pulling me to him, his tongue slips through my lips. "Go away, I'm busy."
Once again I'm flipped onto my back and give in to the feel of his huge cock-meat invading my tight ass channel. The lips caressing the side of my face, kissing my eyes. I'm lost in ecstasy. Our lips find each other once more.
There's a blunt stabbing pain at my cheek, trying to pry our mouths apart. The massive meat, identical to the one filling my hole, succeeds. The horny staff slides back and forth. Will and I caress the heated skin with our tongues until I finally trap the head in my mouth. My throat is soon fed six inches of solid cock.
I'm suddenly full, Will up my ass, Billy down my throat and both are insatiable. They fuck in synch. Each thrust timed perfectly.
"You're a hungry little cock-sucker." Billy croons. He's climbed up between us, ramming him into my mouth. "Fuck yeah, little bro'. Eat that ass." Will's talented tongue works it's magic on Billy's hole. "Keep that up and won't be too long before you're little fuck bud's going be drinking a sperm cocktail. That what you want? You keep sucking my dick like my balls are gonna explode and the ol' flesh-fountain will feed you a fresh, thick, cum-honey milkshake."
I see Will reach between his brothers legs, fingers circling the tightening ball bag. One quick yank shuts Billy up. And he goes over the edge. With a strangled "Nghh", he feeds me his sweet-sour cock snot. I swallow, again and agin, not missing one drop. Finally spent, he falls away.
Will's eyes are crazed, sweat pours down his face, off his chest, under his arms. "Ready" he whispers. I pull his face to mine, feed him the last of his brothers load. The bed creaks from our wild thrashing. The building pressure needing relief. I'm ready.
"Ohhhhh?.shitttttttt." I can hardly get the words out before it begins. I see stars, fireworks then the world explodes. I think I've passed out, every cell in my body felt it; shear ecstasy, happiness, bliss. My body convulsing from the sensations until, until I feel a tremendous weight crushing me. I breath, short, panting gulps. I can't get enough air in my lungs.
"You two are scary." The words bring me back to reality.
Will rolling to his side, still holding me tightly. I look into his eyes, they say everything. Our mouths meet, and, ungraciously, I really do pass out.
I wake with a cold towel over my forehead. Will looking frightened and concerned sitting at my side.
"I'm sorry I hurt you." He whispers as he showers my face with kisses.
"No." I tell him, still somewhat dazed. "You didn't hurt me. Did you feel it too?"
Paying no attention, he gets up to get me some water. I notice Billy sitting dreamily in front of the TV, ignoring both of us. It takes two more glasses of water before I can sit up without getting dizzy.
Will fixes a huge breakfast; eggs, ham, sausage, bacon, potatoes, toast, everything. Food in my belly and my strength back, I head for the shower. It's only a few minutes before I have someone scrubbing my back.
"Will, please tell me what happened?" I ask him.
Two strong arms circle my chest, pull me close. A tongue snakes into my ear. I hear the whisper. "Magic."
The storm has moved on, having wrecked it's havoc. The sun tries to peak out through the clouds. I snuggle close to him while we drive to his shop, get the tow truck and return to my little 'lemon.' Amazingly he works magic. it only takes him half an hour to have the car humming again.
He waited, through all the small talk over the last few hours until we stand on the porch, saying good-bye.
"Please, Ryan. Stay one more night." It's not a request, a statement.
"I can't, I have obligations. My family is expecting me and I'm already late." I know it's a feeble excuse. "Will, what about Billy?"
"Billy's a shit." His voice expressed the disappointment. "But he's my brother. We could go to a motel?"
"I need to go." I wanted to stay, oh shit I wanted to stay just one more night. "I'll stop by on my way home. It'll be in a couple of weeks. Two at the most."
The arms that felt so comfortable, surrounded me one more time. "Call me, every night. Don't make me worry about you."
I look into his eyes, kissed away the solitary tear tracing down his checks. "Every night" I whisper and leave. Reluctantly.
The highway's were surprisingly clear. I spent my time thinking about my next destination, 7 hours down the road, Uncle Jake's. I'd never been to the motel he bought after the divorce from Aunt Peg but I heard it's off the main highway, doesn't get a lot of tourists, mainly truckers. I try to imagine how big it is, how many rooms, what color, but no matter how hard I try?every two, three, four minutes I can't get my mind off Will.
I make good time, and arrive late afternoon. After a lengthy search I finally find Uncle Jake in one of the units on hands and knees scrubbing the floor in the bathroom. I can't stop the stares at his broad, beefy butt straining the tight faded blue jeans before I say hello. His bearish arms eagerly wrap around me. His sweaty scent makes me think of Will, why can't I get him off my mind?
Walking back to the house we talk about family, me, school. He converted the large entryway to the house into an office. He shows me upstairs to the large bedroom I'll stay in, separated from his by the bathroom. After he checks in a young man, a salesman, I follow him to the huge country kitchen, we cook a quite dinner.
"Wish you could a few extra days, Ry. I had someone quit on me yesterday and need some extra help." He looks tired, run down.
"You know I would, Uncle Jake. But Mom?"
"Hey, stop the Uncle Jake crap. Jake is fine."
Will flashes through my mind. I quietly finish eating. Magic.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"Nothing." I respond, not sure what to say. "I met someone, an experience I'm not sure I understand."
He laughs. "Women, get used to it."
I blush, get up and start doing the dishes. The sound of someone ringing a bell brings me back out to the main hallway. A couple wanting to check in stand patiently at the desk. I watch Jake emerge from the back room off the office, flushed and sweaty. What the couple standing at the desk can't see, but what I can't take my eyes off is the thick tube straining against his jeans along his left leg. As he finishes seeing the guests out, I slip into the back room before he can stop me.
I'm stunned. There's a monitor and console, set up like a control room. There are video cameras set up everywhere. Jake quickly slips past me and tries to shut off the monitor before I stop him. He sits back with a loud sigh, we both watch the young man now in the privacy of his room.
He stands in front of the mirror, in boxers and socks. His hand slowly kneads the stretched fabric. A hand twists at his stiff nipples. He cock strains between the kneading fingers, I a circle of moisture spreads across the material. I catch movement in Jake's lap, the bugle in his pants thickens. I can't stop my hand from stroking my own growing piece of meat. His hand slowly unbuttons his jeans. They slip down enough to allow the tenting mound encased in a well work jock strap out. He reaches for the controls and the horny salesman fades out.
"Ryan, let me explain." He starts.
"No." I whisper and wonder why I want to scream. "No Jake, I told you I had an experience, HIS name is Will."
I start to talk, every detail comes spewing from my mouth. I can't stop myself. Until I notice that Jake's ruby red cock-knob has poked out of the jock. I stop long enough to drop of my knees for a taste. Suddenly needing more, I'm swallowing him.
"Oh man, Ryan. Feels so good." He's enjoying the sensations of my mouth feeding on his rigid meat. But suddenly my mind turns.
"Oh shit." I whisper. "I need to make a phone call."
"You're mom?" He asks.
"That too." I'm panicked. "Please?" My mouth tastes him one more time.
He switches the sign to Closed. He dials my mother's numbers while my fingers fumble at the buttons of his jeans. He explains the situation to her, I stroke his straining cock. I'm handed the phone, I reiterate the situation. My pants have dropped, a spit coated finger finds it's target. I dial the next number.
"Will?:" I ask tentatively.
"Where are you?" The voice makes me quiver.
"My uncle's. I'll be here a few days." Another finger penetrates my ass, I reach for the straining cock.
"When will you back?"
"Two weeks, at the most." I lean over the desk, my ass enjoying the feel of the fingers stretching me. I ached for a dick to fill me. I knew who I want. "Will, I'll call you tomorrow and let you know exactly when.
"I miss you, bud." He tells me before hanging up.
I'm dragged into the back office. My mouth inhales Jake's throbbing shaft before he has a chance to sit down. The light from the monitor brightens the room. The young man is still standing in front of the mirror, furiously pumping his raging bone through both hands. Jake reaches for a switch, the sounds of his jacking fills the room.
"Shit, yeah?gonna cum!" He howls.
I look up to see the frothy pool of velvety sperm fill the palm of his hand. Still caressing his spent rod he brings his hand to his mouth. With tongue out he slowly laps at the rich broth. Jake flips another switch. It moves to another camera. A large room with 3 beds against opposite walls. There's a guy sitting on one of the beds. Nude, stroking on seven hard inches.
"Oh yeah, feed me that big dick. Want to taste that fat piece of meat."
Another man steps into view, fingers hold the base of his wide, uncut dick. A pearl of precum drips from the reddened piss-lips. The waiting tongue scoops it up, pulls him closer.
"That's right, suck it. Lick that big knob." The mouth obeys, working around the head, slurping and sucking down the length.
I'm pulled up off my knees, Jake's strong hands push me around until I'm leaning over the desk. He warm tongue tickles down my butt-crack while his finger-tips dance up my steely mast. I look up at the screen, the first man is prone on the bed, the second feeding him. He pounds his glisten meat down the willing throat. A third saunters into the room. Solid muscles ripple along his stocky frame, shaved from head to toe. His skin sparkles, drops of water stream down his smooth skin. His soft log rests atop two plump, goose-eggs.
He watches the two, looks down at his lengthening staff. His lips part, a stream of drool splatters his veiny pole. There's a loud squish as he coats himself in the slick fluid.
"Fucking, hot, cock-sucker." He breathes, a slow Southern drawl. He leans toward the second man, a mouth is fastened to his tit. His long moan echoes.
Jake pans the camera's again. Another room, an older muscular bear sits in a chair. Eight stony inches, untouched, tower from a thicket of pubic hair. He stares at the bed to the two young men with their faces eagerly buried in each others crotch. In the shower, a solitary man quietly soaps himself clean.
Back in the chair, Jake reaches for a drawer. The skin of his cock tight, shimmers as he covers himself with lube. He flips the camera once more, back to the main room. The first man still lay on the bed, a recently spent load covers his face. The shaved man pistol whips the drenched cheeks.
"Ryan, come here and sit down." Jake's tone is soft, even.