125, The County Road

Part 2

-1-

The warm pool water feels great as it massages my tired, worn and spent body as I swim lazily around the pool. I have just experienced the best blowjob in my entire life. And a man did it. It is a new experience for me. I have no problem being naked around men; I played sports, in high school and saw many a guy with a hard-on in the locker room and in the shower room. I even jacked off with a few but this is the first time another guy's lips and his mouth wrapped around my cock and had me sucked off to such an intense cum and then he swallowed my load. I could never get a girl to do what Bob did just a few minutes ago.

"You guys hungry?" Bob asks as he sits in a lounge chair, his legs spread wide while his cock and balls dangle between them while he stares at me, so intensely, while I swim.

"I am." Rick answers without hesitation.

"What about you, Phillip? You hungry?" He asks me directly. “After a big load as that I would be starving. Hungry as fuck, I would have to replace all the protein I’d lost."

"Yeah, I am hungry, but we really need to go. Get back to the hotel, you know, "I say.

"What's so important you gotta rush away? "Bob says. "Relax, do not worry about a thing, let me take care of you guys. My treat."

"Okay." I give in. I know the night is just starting. I have a feeling we are going to be spending the night. I think to myself. And what may happen is going to be a surprise to me.

"Hey, Rick, I suppose you guys wore some clothes to work today." Bob asks Rick. "I do not think you guys worked naked with raging hard-ons like you had when you got here."

"Yeah, they are in the truck, why?" Rick replies.

"Why don't you go get them, so I can put them onto wash while I pull a few steaks on the grill," he says.

Rick gets up from the chair he was sitting on and proceeds to make his way to our work truck. I say nothing. What am I to say? The blowjob was great, the best and I am not opposed to getting another one, I can fire off another gooey white wad easily. I can cum like a fucking racehorse, anytime I want.

Time seems to melt as the evening slowly passes.

As I swim, I imagine what must be like at Bob's age, I am only twenty-three, and the man looks good for someone to be in his forties, I guess. Muscled. And very hairy. He obviously takes good care of himself. He is not shy, and with his cock, he has no reason to be. Am I attracted to Bob?

"Hey, Phillip? “A voice I hear behind me. “Hey, Phillip? “That voice again. “Hey, Phillip? “I turn my head. Bob is sitting on the side of the pool, his feet moving in the water making circles and his cock is mere inches from my face. He was the one calling me. “What are you thinking about?" he asks.

I do not know what to say. What do I say? Or do I say anything?

"How long have you lived here, Bob?" I ask. Am I being too nosy?

That was dumb question to ask but I asked it anyway. I have so many questions, but I am too afraid to ask them.

"We moved here when Reed was seven years old. " He answers.

"Reed?"

"Yeah, my son, but you did not know that I forgot that you did not go to high school with him and Rick." He answers.

I hear him answer me, but I am too distracted as he is busy playing with his cock, slowly stroking it. Is he seducing me?

"Where is your wife?" I ask, I wonder if I am asking to personal of a question. "Am I asking questions I shouldn't Bob?"

"No. It is fine, Phillip. Curiosity, never hurts, I will tell you if you ask too much." He says. "But be prepared I may return the favor."

I was afraid he might say that, but I had opened the door, so I must proceed in or run. I think to myself.

"She left when Reed was sixteen years old. Took off one day, said she wanted out." Bob answers. "So, I let her go, I do not want someone to stay if they were not happy or did not want to or they wanted to go."

"I am sorry to hear that."

“That was years ago, I am over it and I have gone on with my life." He says. "I have my bachelor pad. My nude bachelor pad, where guys, like you, can come hang out, work-out, to fuck or just to swim."

"You have weights?" I ask.

Did he say to fuck? I ponder to myself. Did he just say that?

"Yeah, they are in that building," Bob says as he points to a wall-less shed a few hundred feet away from the pool. I had not even noticed it. I had noticed some other things though. Bob continues to stroke his cock, not fiercely, but he keeps his hand in a steady stroking motion along the length of his cock. The cock-ring was still in place, but he had softened up some but was still impressive. Is he trying to seduce me?

"You ready to eat, I think the steaks are ready to go on the grill that has been heating up." Bob says, "I need to replace that spunk I lost earlier, I suspect you do too, Rick."

I had all but forgotten about Rick, he went to get the clothes out of the truck and never came back. What time is it anyway? Were those two conspiring against me?

I swim to the ladder near Bob and climb out of the pool. He had already risen from the side of the pool and was standing with a towel waiting for me. When I get out, he leans down face to my cock and takes my cock in his mouth. The heat from his mouth hardens me instantly, again; he looks at me and gives me a sly smile. He sucks the length of my manhood, paying special attention to my mushroom head as his lips travel the length of my growing hardness. He eases his head up. We are face to face.

"Sweet!" He says. My face reddens. I blush. “Real sweet! And tasty! Ah, cute, the muscled stud is blushing." Bob says. "Phillip, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You are a nice guy with a great hard and nicely hairy body. I admire and appreciate such nice things as those."

He turns and walks toward the house. I see Rick. He has been observing the whole scenario from behind a solitary tree. And smiles.

The meal is great, perfectly cooked medium-well done steaks, baked potato, and a vegetable packed salad. It beats the fast-food restaurant, any day. I tend to eat crap when I am working at an out-of-town job. I would regret it until I got back home, I would eat right and make up for my many missed gym visits. This was nice. I was naked in the outdoors on a nice cool night, the mosquitoes were not biting, the heat had diminished from the day, and I had gotten a nut off. A man was even hitting me on, I think, which was different.

"So how much more framing do you have on that building on US27?" Bob asks.

"We needed to finish up today. “I say. "But that did not happen, I am hoping tomorrow we will do it, if not it has to be finished the next day. But we have to finish."

"The rain really threw us off." Rick says. "It couldn't be helped."

"Yeah, I know but tomorrow we really need to push it." I say as I let out a loud protracted yawn.

"It appears someone is tired." Bob says slyly, "The man has had a quite a workout today plus he gave me a sweet and tasty load. He is fucking beat."

 

I smile. But I do not know what to say.

"I guess once you got your belly full, the body is wanting some rest." Bob says.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"When we sat down to eat it was nearly 10 p.m." Bob says.

"It is later than I thought."

"Why don't you guys go on in and go to bed." Bob says. "Rick, you know the house, show Phillip where he can lay down his head."

"The couch is fine, there is no need to do anything special for me." I say.

"Okay, Rick, show him where the couch is in the den." Bob instructs Rick.

As we got up from the table. I feel a hand grasp around my cock. It is Bob. He moved so fast. I did not see him. I am a tad more tired than I had thought. He fondles my cockhead as my pre-cum starts to steadily leak. He uses the moistness from my own maleness to encircle my cockhead with his fingers. I begin to harden. And harden.

"You have such a beautiful cock, Phillip, great to suck on with that big mushroom-head and just long enough to take it all the way into my mouth." Bob says. "You are blessed son, but I suspect you get no complaints from those who you fuck or from those who have been fortunate enough to blow that fabulous piece of man-meat between their lips."

"I do alright." I say. "Thanks Bob, good night."

I take a step back. My cock falls from his hands. Bob smiles at me. I AM being seduced. I am more than sure of it.

"Good night, Bob.” I say as I turn to my buddy, Rick. “Rick, where is that couch, I am beat."

"Follow me." Rick says. "Right this way."

I feel Bob's eyes on my ass as we walk away. My ass is quite hairy, and the night air makes it tingle as a slight breeze materializes while we make our way to the back door off the house on the patio. I make my way to the couch and the moment my head hits the pillow. I fade off to dreamtime.

Sleep comes easy as my head hits the pillow and I cover myself with the cotton sheet.

-2-

I see them fucking as I stand in the open doorway. Me, I am slowly stroking my cock, the spittle and cum mixture and newly leaking pre-cum, providing the natural lube I need. Bob slides his greased cock into Rick's parted hairy-lined hole. Each thrust brings a 'yelp' from Rick’s mouth and an a loud 'Oh Fuck!' from Bob.

As Bob's cock enters and exits Rick's hole, I can see the wetness from each thrust as his cock shines from the juices of both him and Rick, in the early morning light, it glistens with his own pre-cum. I stroke my cock harder.

"You hole is still just as tight as it always was." Bob says. "You are not getting fucked enough, are you?"

"Not as much as I would like. "Rick answers. "Oh fuck!! Your cock feels so fucking good. Go all the way in. Yeah! Yeah!"

Bob sees me in the doorway, stroking my cock and deeply entranced as he is fucking Rick harder. And harder. I suspect he is enjoying being the entertainment for me. The exhibitionism that he has shown since we arrived last night has culminated into this, which I suspect was the goal.

One of his goals at least, I venture to say. I was another one. He smiles with a Cheshire cat grin with a little devil mixed into the mix.

"So has Phillip ever fucked you, Rick?" Bob asks Rick as he thrust him once again with another forceful cock plunge.

As Rick lets out another loud moan that echoes through the house, I am caught unawares. Bob looks at me when he asks Rick that question. He sees me. I quit stroking my cock.

"No. But I’d gladly welcome that cock his in my ass!" Rick says. "After seeing his cock for the past few years when we would have been out working. I would devour it with my mouth or my tight ass. Any day."

Rick says this calmly, as Bob has momentarily stopped fucking him, so he can be sure I hear Rick's answer. He knew the answer to the question before he even asked. Bob looks over at me and smiles. I resumed my stroking. I had never considered Rick to be gay until now but when a cock is going in and out of his tight little ass, which answers that question whether he is or not. I am not or I am not sure. No, I am not. I tell myself.

I fuck woman.

"Come on in here and join the fun, Phillip.” Bob says. "I am sure you would be more than happy to wanna fuck your pal, here. I have his sweet little hairy hole all lubed up and waiting for you."

Rick turns his head towards me. We make eye contact. There is a mixture of fear and excitement on his face. Is he wondering if I am going to join in and fuck him or am I gonna punch him across the face?

I enter the room, soaked in my own juices from one spent cum, as I stood watching them. I suppose another load before work would be nice too. It would be a good start to the day. A good fuck is always a good start.

The smell of sex hangs heavy in the air. Sweat, cum and power emanates from this bedroom. A powerful manly scent permeates the space. That is what drew me to it this morning. This beckoning of manhood is being put on full display. I was summoned on some primal level.

Bob slowly pulls his cock out of Rick's ass. A low squeal escapes from Rick's mouth. A disappointed sigh escapes. He did not want that cock to exit.

"His ass is tight, Phillip." Bob says. "It will grip that mighty big cockhead of yours and suck it in. Do not be gentle either, Rick likes it rough. Real rough."

Rick turns his head and smiles at me. The excitement of a long-desired fantasy of his is finally coming to fruition. What has been revealed is not fear but an overwhelming joy.

"Give me that cock Phillip, I have been wanting it for a mighty long time. FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

I place myself behind his ass. I have fucked a many a girl anally before but never a man. An ass is an ass, and Rick's is such it looks so fucking inviting.

"Perhaps some lube would be good. Your cockhead is bigger than mine." Bob said. "Your cock will be like impaling Rick on a thick baseball bat with a big ole knob."

The calmness of this situation amazes me. Was this planned? I have already felt that I was to be a receiver of some elaborate seduction by Bob last night. Was this the goal of both when the pleasantries were exchanged at the fence in the driveway when we arrived?

Bob squirts some lube on my steel-hard cock and gives me a few forceful and helpful cock strokes. He licks his lips and gives me a ‘go for it boy’ look to me. I figured he just wanted to get his hand on me. It feels good, so why protest?

I re-position my cock at Rick's ass and slowly use the force of my weight to shove myself deep into his ass. Bob was right, Rick's ass is tight. Rick begins moving his ass muscles squeezing, tugging, and milking my cock for all its worth. I pulled out slowly. I want to tease him, but I want him to feel the full length and thickness of my cock. I have done this a few times. Slowly. Slowly.

Rick is gaspin.’ His squeals of ecstasy are low and slow. And labored.

"I knew your cock would feel this way, Phillip, I knew it.” Rick says.

I tease him a bit more. I like to start out slowly and build momentum. I had trained myself for years, using my leg strength to fuck. My inner thighs were a mountain of pressure waiting to be unleashed. I do the slow thrust a few more times. Rick is crying out to thrust harder, and harder but I ignore him. I am in control. He wants my cock, but he will get it only on my terms.

I look to my left. Bob has seated himself in a chair and is slowly stroking his cock. He enjoys being the voyeur. And like him, I like being the one giving the show for an audience.

He smiles at me. He knows what I am doing.

Primping Rick's ass before I unleash my full strength of my cock into it and show him what he begged for so long is far more than what he will expect.

"You are doing good, man!" Bob says. "Show that boy who is in control. I know you know what the fuck you are doing. All men with any balls know how to use his cock."

I smile back at him.

I start slowly pounding his ass with more power. I pull my cock all the way out then slam harder with all my power back into that tight hole that grips and squeezes my cock each time I thrust it in. I vary my pace, letting Rick know that I am in control of his ecstasy. He squeals and yells out each time I give him a powerful thrust from my cock.

"Give me more! Give me more!" Rick is screaming as I sink my cock up to my dense thick pubes into his ass.

"You want it? Doncha ya?" I say. "You want my cock in that ass? Doncha ya?"

It is a senseless question to ask, of course, but he wants it. He has wanted it for a very long time and now he has it. He has all of it.

I begin thrusting and pounding his ass with total abandonment, oblivious to what is happening around me. My goal, my purpose is to fuck Rick's ass to my full release.

I feel a wetness on my ass.

It is Bob. He had moved from the chair to a crouched position at my own ass. I can feel his tongue as he massages the opening to my hole. He is tasting sweat, cum and my manliness.

I slowed down again. I want to feel his tongue as it darts in and out of my hole. I take slow deliberate thrusts. Rick is moaning again, louder than he did before.

"Give it to me, Phillip! Give it to me!" Rick shouts. "Quit playing these fucking games with my ass and FUCK ME. Really, FUCK ME!"

It is though Rick is possessed by some unworldly entity. This is a side of him I had never seen before. He wanted me for so long. He is going to savor the manhood that he craved for so long.

I am the man in charge of the situation. I control this fuck. I am the one in control. Rick’s ass is mine.

Bob's tongue feels so good. I proceed to pound Rick's ass hard again. I lose myself in the power between my legs. My strength. And my cock.

Suddenly, I feel a sharp sensation in my ass.

It is not a tongue. It is harder, and firmer. I scream out.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" My bellowing envelopes the small room in its entirety.

I explode deep into Rick's ass.

Rick's cock shoots his load onto the sheets of the disheveled bed.

A loud 'FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!' escapes from Rick's mouth as he loses his wad too.

"Cum for me, my sweet boys. Let those big ole cock's unload their juices! " Bob says as he jacks his load onto the carpet.

Two of Bob’s fingers are in my ass as he has shot his load. He had found my 'spot' on the very first digital plunge with his thick fingers.

I keel over onto Rick as we both fall limply onto the bed. My cock is still within him as we gently fall into a mass of man-flesh onto the bed. I slip my cock out and roll onto my back.

I am sweaty spend mass of a man.

Rick rolls over and proceeds to lap up my sweat from my hairy pits. Is he trying to savor me more than he already has?

Bob crawls from his spot in the middle of the room and takes my cock in his mouth, as I am spread-eagled on the bed with my legs wide open over the edge of the bed.

I am spent and the workday has not even started yet.

This realization comes in a panic, what time is it? Searching frantically around the room for a clock. I found one, the one on the nightstand which reads, 6:45 a.m.

"Rick, look at the time."

"Shit, we are going to be late." Rick says.

Rick tells me there is a shower down the hall, I run there in a panic. I hear another one in another room. What a night and a morning. I mumble to myself. I never expected this.

Our good-bye is short. As we hurry and get dressed in the clean clothes that Bob had washed and dried for us.

Bob had our cut-offs, shirts and even had our boots laid out for us when we emerged from our showers, like a good host, they were clean. He also managed to make both Rick and I a sandwich to replenish our spent strength. We gulped them down in several bites. The hunger had overtaken us. Our bodies needed the much-needed fuel.

As we made our way to my truck in the driveway, Bob said his final words.

"I hope you two come back before you leave that job." He said, "You two are welcome here anytime."

We made it to the jobsite. We were only a few minutes late. Rick made numerous glances at me throughout the day. I knew what he was thinking. He wants more of me.

The other guys kept asking us where we were last night and why we had not showed up at the hotel. We would not say. We let them believe, we had been in a threesome with some random pussy we had picked up in the bar and had stayed with her. This is a story they assumed. We did not say otherwise. We knew the truth, but the secret was between the two of us.

I also found a note in my cut-off jeans pocket, later that day, it was Bob's phone number and a very short message.

It read.

Next time, you cum alone. We will do more. 

I tucked the note back in my pocket not daring to show it to Rick. I am not sure if I will return to Bob’s, but I am not saying I will not.

The End