Mystery at Redneck Hollow

Off to Redneck Hollow

My Boys decided to meet up with a friend of theirs, Harry Balls Jr, who summers in a small rundown southwestern town called Redneck Hollow. There is a gay bar in Redneck Hollow, Joe's Bar, which is known to allow minors in. 

Booked them a room at the only motel in the area, Motel 69. The man who answered the phone sounded creepy. I pulled up pictures of the place on the Internet. It should be called "The Bates" motel. Lastly I printed out map to get them there. 

As they were 'last minute' packing, I told them to watch each other's back. I gave them some weed if they promised not to have more then 3 drinks/3 shots of alcohol.

I deeply tongued both of them, squeezing their asses, as Rod Ryder opened the front door.
Looking at Rod, Peter kidded, "Well Dad at least you'll keep your cock nice and warm."

Rod moved to Peter, "So, I hear you're the top!"

I put arm around my fuck buddy, "I'm all the top you need, pig boy. Be safe, my beautiful boys."

The Drive

As we both had classes today, we left around four which should put us in Redneck Hollow at six. Took about two hours to get there, Dad told us. Peter wanted to drive, so I let him. As a newly minted top, he'd begun evolving from a boy into a man quickly. I was clinging to boyhood. We talked about the creepy motel. Dad showed us the photos of a rundown 1960s styled motel that probably has hourly rates.

The first hour went by fast. To keep myself busy I leaned over and put my hand on his crotch. I could feel his cock grow. I unbuttoned his jeans, pulled 'em down, I grabbed the waist band of his under shorts and his boner popped out and into my mouth. I put my hand in my pants and stroked my cock. Peter's pleasure stick was slightly smaller than mine so I had no issue and swallowed it deeply. His crotch emitted an intoxicating man-dick fragrance. As I increased my pace, he moaned.

"You better cum in my mouth so we want to make a mess of your jeans."

"Admit it, you're a cum pig! Peter."

Since our basement incest orgy, we'd been blowing Dad every morning. He loves two tongues on his junk! 

"Look whose talking! Cum slut! I didn't get alot of Dad's cum this morning, you were hogging his dick."

Suddenly Peter started breathing heavy. "I'm ... I'm blasting my load," He cried out while I savored his salty goodness. "You didn't cum, bro."

"You do me later." I cleaned my brother's cock with tissues, got his clothes up. As we got closer to Redneck Hollow, we saw less and less cars on the road. And now 20 minutes away we hadn't seen any.

The desert landscape dotted with cacti surrounded by a mountains range was eerie and endless. 

We hadn't passed a gas station in 45 minutes . "My skin feels dry."

"Mine too!" Up ahead in distance we saw an old broken down billboard which read.

WE COME TO  EDNECK  LOW

My brother and I broke out laughing hysterically. Redneck Hollow's downtown had eight or ten creepy looking buildings, we had no prob finding the motel. There were no other cars in parking lot, creepy. We walked into the shabby lobby. While clean, the furniture was ancient, a yellowed map of the town scotch taped to a wall with crack, the register was not electronic and pinned to an old bulletin board postcards were from last century.

Behind the counter stood a tall man with a small smile, "Welcome to Redneck Hollow or as I like to call it, "We Come to Edneck Low!" Peter and I just lost it laughing gayly.

"I live in Buttsville so I pass that billboard daily. "My name is Gaywyck Bloer." He handed Dick, a business card, "Here's my number, if you need anything call." His shiny black hair hung to his shoulder, thirtyish. His skin was so white, this man has never been in the sun.

"You're all paid up. You have the whole motel to yourselves. Here's your keys, also two drink tokens to Joe's Bar. Strip show Saturday night!" 

The lobby door opened and Harry Balls Jr, strode in wearing red bike shorts that did not disguise the huge weapon in his crotch. "How are my queer bros doing." We all hugged. "I saw y'all drive in, Dad's office is across the street. Come on I'll take you to your room." Harry was a very good looking 20 year old, strong manly facial features and a gym body. He looked Italian but was in fact of British descent.

We walked around to the back. The vastness of emptiness, blowing sand, some cacti with a mountain background astonished me. We got into our room, and I noticed immediately sheer drapes. Privacy much?

Peter being Peter, dropped his pants and took off his shirt.

The room was small but clean, as was the bathroom. Me being me, I started putting my clothes in the dresser. Three briefs, red, white and blue. A nice shirt for the bar and tight jeans, my belt, two t-shirts, my cum rag, my good shoes and socks.

"Anal retentive much?" I grabbed Peters bulge and squeezed.

Grabbing the ice bucket, Peter asked. "Where's the Ice machine?"

Harry answered, "out your door turn left, last door on the right. There's a soda machine also."

"What do you need ice for?" I asked.

My brother pulled out a bottle of rum. "Dad said three shots tonight, and three shots tomorrow." And Peter was out the door.

"So you finally two came out. I always thought you were. At least I hoped you were." He paused, then added, "You know, Dick, you're staring at my cock."

"You're right, I should be sucking it." I got on my knees pulled the thin shorts down, engulfed the head of his foreskinned Mega Penis! My mouth did not have enough room for his junk. It was so hard.

Peter would later tell us his trip to the ice machine was an adventure. 

After he got the ice, another door was now opened. He heard noise. He peeked in. A naked older man was pounding a blond boy's bottom. His moans did not sound sexy. I couldn't see well, the were like shadows.

"Oh, sir please, it hurts, sir." A loud slap was heard. The boy cried out."You have two more dicks to ride tonight. I want my money you, little whore." The man slowed down, pulled his rather large cock almost all the way out, then gently in put it back.

The moans changed now, The blond boy purred. The fuck was steady and smooth. "Oh, yes, that's it Daddy. Oh screw my boy hole." The sloshing sound of his dick penetrating that lubed boy pussy, instantly gave me an atomic erection. I was in my tighty-whities in the desert with my dick leaking.

In cum soaked briefs Peter opened the door to Harry and I naked on the bed. Harry had two fingers up my man hole. Peter took off his underwear. "Just watched a dude fucking a sexy boy whore and I leaked a ton in my undies." Promptly he shoved them in my mouth.

Oh, my God, the amora and taste his of briefs, I licked the fly, wet leaky cum, his hunk funk made my junk jump!

Instantly Harry, slide another fat finger up my begging boy pussy.

Peter took hold of Harry's ass and started tonguing that sweet hole. Cool thing about Harry is his versatility. Peter lubed up and slowly sank his manly dickus into Harry's hot hole. 

Just watching that big butt bouncing up and down could make me cum. With a grunt Peter blew his load up Harry's man canal. I repositioned myself and took Harry's schlong in my mouth. Several thrusts of his fingers up my butt triggered my own orgasim. Two seconds after getting Harry's Godzilla dick in my mouth he blows a hot heavy down my throat. I swear it came out my nose.

"Guys we're being watched" Peter whispered.