307 River Road

Part 3

Bridge

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The dust kicks up behind the rear wheels of his pick-up truck as he makes his way down the unpaved portion of River Road. He looks around and sees the abandoned and empty old white clapboard church as he speedily passes by it. It is strange to see an oversized modern Chevy dually wheeled pick-up parked in the shade of the Spanish moss draped on the towering and aged oaks behind the old clapboard church. It is a beast of a pick-up and is not easily hidden from view. The modern intermingled with the very old. The dichotomy of it amazes him.

As he further travels down this washboard riveted dirt road, he sees two late teenaged boys duck into the woods along an under used two-pathed white sandy road. He considers stopping and asking if they need some assistance but these two appear to know where they are going. One is quite a bit shorter than the other and is packed with an abundance of chest hair and muscles on his impressive young body. He bets the young man is a football player. Damn, it must feel good to have a nice young blonde girlie to have her fragile little fingers scrolling through that blanket of furry growth on his chest. What a damn lucky young man, he is. The thought of this image gets his cock pumping blood into it. And makes him, harder. Firmer. His fingers find their way to his cock and balls and happily fondles them. Sadly, the tall one looks bald and slickly smooth to the touch. What an odd pair, he thinks to himself. What an odd-looking pairing.

He drives a bit further and sees a deputy sheriff’s patrol car parked out in front of someone’s home. And the two deputies are talking to a hairy man still seated upon his lawn mower. He does a quick glance, did that man just flash those two young deputies? Naw, he would not be that foolish. Would he? That man is brave to tempt fate in such a way. He speeds along, it would not be good to be stopped by the police where he is going. Where he was advised to go on this day.

He eventually gets to the crossroads and turns northward; this is what the directions said for him to do over the exchanged e-mails. To head north and look for the bridge over the river. Cross it. And then pull into the drive on the other side. And park. And the rest he would know what to do. The e-mail was very specific in its directions.

He is not to keen to leave his battered red pick-up parked out here on a solitary stretch of the river. But this is a quiet area. He was told via the e-mail that his truck would be fine out here among the pines and the towering oak trees draped in tons of Spanish moss swaying in the breeze like tiny little ghost hanging onto the branches for their undead life besides the river bridge.

He did as the e-mail suggested and parks his truck. His jeans are already unbuttoned and unzipped as whispers of his dark black pubes peek through from the opened jeans. He is prone to driving about in this manner, anyway. He likes to tempt fate, himself, and drive around like this and has on occasion strip down naked and drive with a raging hard-on bouncing about between his legs as he barrels down some desolate country road like the River Road. And he has spewed many a load onto his pubes and treasure trail as he made his way to some unknown location on these drives.

But he had told the author in the e-mail what he did. That got that writer on the other end very excited. And hard, according to the other man in the exchange, from what he said while he was talking to him. It was then he suggested he park at the bridge and trudge to his house, through the river and come up through that way. To come in the backway. He said he would do it. The man assured him he would be okay as he walks through that same riverbank full of trees on a regular basis, naked, while stroking his cock and seeding the ground with his rich potent male seed. The man said he could do the same before he got to his house as he planned to drain every ounce of cum from his balls before he left. This was what he wanted.

As he walked his cock bounced. Hitting one thigh then the other. He could not put it off, he had to bust this nut. His cock begged for it. He begged for it.

He leans against one of the many oaks along the riverbank and began to strum his cock with his agile fingers. Playing it like some musical instrument as he hit all the right notes with his talented fingers. There was so much cum leaking from his pee-hole there was no need to add spittle to the mix. Each finger that graced his cock made him harder and harder. It felt so good that it was the pleasant side of pain. He felt powerful. He felt like the man he knew he had become. And was.

“FUCK! FUCK!” he screams as the cum erupts from his steel girder of a cock. His breathing comes in waves, this was surely one of his biggest eruptions. He guessed he knew how Adam must have felt in the Garden of Eden. That man must have done the same when he was that garden. Surely that first man’s cock got rock hard out in the wildness, and he had to relieve himself of that pleasurable burden.

The cum formed an arc as it burst forth from his pee-hole before it seeded the blessed earth under his feet. He had given back to the ground from whence he had arisen. He felt powerful still, his muscles electrified as the testosterone fueled every muscle in his being. It felt damn good to be a man naked out in the beauty of nature.

“I must get a move on.” He says within his head. “That man is waiting for me. I am going to be late.”

The more he walked. His body enveloped itself in a sweaty sheen. At some point he knew he would have to cross the river. The man said you could see his house from the other side of the river, he said it was shallow and would be easy to cross at that point.

“Now to find that house.” He mumbles to himself as he takes step upon step to his expected destination.

It is not long before he sees it. A pool in the backyard, like the e-mail said there would be. He finds the shallow part of the river and crosses there. The sweat is washed away in the steady flow of the river. And it cools him. He emerges on the other side but there appears to be quite a racket coming from the direction of the house when he stands on the other riverbank.

He ducks behind a tree and watches what is unfolding at the pool.

It is the two deputies and the man that was seated on the lawnmower. He watches the action in front of him and the fucking that is taking place. His fingers go to his still raging hard-on as he rhythmically matches the intense fucking he is seeing with the stroke of his fingers.

His fingers can barely keep pace with the hairy man plunging his lengthy thick cock into the deputy’s ass.

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“That was quite the show, those two had with you,” he says as he walks up the river’s bank towards Mike and the now deputy-less pool with his fingers tightly gripped around his pulsing hard-on. Their conversation continues.

“You saw all that?” Mike asks. “Did you?”

“I saw enough of it.” The man says. “More than enough. Lucky you! Lucky fucking you!”

“They are a fuckin’ hot pair, aren’t they?” Mike says.

“Oh, the fuck yes, they are, especially that ginger-haired fella. He got my cock especially hard. Real hard.” The man says as his fingers begin to glide the full length of his hard-on.

“I can see that.” Mike says as he continues to swim about in the pool. “Did you park your truck at the bridge, like I toldya?”

“I did what you said in the e-mail. I just did not know you would have company, today, though.”

“I was not supposed too, they just happened to show up when they did. It is not like I would turn them away. Would you?” Mike asks.

“Fuck, no!” The man says. “Fuck, the hell, no. I would not.”

“I think it would have been okay with you to join us. The more the merrier.” Mike adds. “You know.”

“Cops and I don’t seem to get along to well. But it was fucking fun to watch you with them both.”

“I bet. And it was a blast to play with that pair. I think they will be back.” Adds Mike. “Again. And soon.”

“I am sure they will.” The man says. “Today?”

“I think, not.” Mike says. “Wanna dive in. Rinse that dreadful river offa ya.”

The man dives into the pool and surfaces near Mike. They are face-to-face in the depths of the cement pond.

“So watcha call yourself? BigCock, as you e-mail said, would not be helpful in conversation. But I am happy to see that it is true, that e-mail handle.” Mike says. “Very happy to see that’s it is true.”

The man pauses. Deciding on whether to lie or to be truthful in his response. But Mike pipes in for the man’s way out of a lie.

“How ‘bout if I just call you, River. How ‘bout that?” Mike says.” Your name for now is…River? When we are together.”

“Works for me.” River says. “And I guess your name is really, Mike?”

“It is.” Mike says. “I reckon you got off a load watching us?”

“Oh, the fuck yeah.” River says. “I even got one off near the bridge. I was…I am so fucking horny. Still.”

“And you are? I see.”

“Of course.” River says. “I am twenty-four fucking years old. I stay hard. Just like Brett.”

“You know the deputy trainee?”

“Yeah. He has had me in cuffs, more than once.” River says.

“Arrested. Uh?”

“No.”

This answer is not what Mike expected.

“So. You two? Uh!”

“Actually, it was the four of us. Brett can be kinky when he wants too. He likes to parade around naked. Well, him and Vern both do.” River says.

“Oh! You have played with Vern, too?”

“Once.” River adds. “But it has been quite a while. Played with Brett three days ago. It was when he had me handcuffed to his bed while some of his buddies fucked me deep in my ass.”

“You like to be fucked?”

“Oh! The fuck yeah! The more men, the merrier.” River says. “Brett likes to be fucked too.”

“Brett likes to be fucked?” Mike says puzzled.

“Yeah!”

“Brett said he has never been fucked before, today.” Mike interjects.

“He lied. He likes to be Double Penetrated. He had tried three, if his hole could hold’em all.”

“Two cocks at once in his hole? Three?” Mike asks.

“Oh, the fuck yeah!” River says. “And he can take it.”

“His hole felt so tight when I fucked him. But he did not whimper like it was his first time when I plummeted him with my nine inches.” Mike says.

“And that cock of yours is such a beast. I would like to have it in my hole.”

“I bet, you would.” Mike says. “Let’s see to that, right now.”

Both men swim to the shallow end of the pool and to the steps. And walk out of the pool and go to one of the many lounge chairs scattered about the cement pond.

“Here!” River says as he presents his ass to the older man. “Fuck me!”

Mike is hard. And the juice begins leaking from his cock. He is ready to go again.

“You do not like to waste time, do you, buddy?”

“Hell, no!” River says. “I want to experience all the cock; I can get into my ass.”

“I like that.” Mike says. “And you, too.”

Mike rams his cock into River’s presented hole.

“Damn!” Mike proclaims. “That ass feels fucking good. Damn good!”

Mike’s cock slithers into River’s welcoming hole. Inch-by-inch disappearing into the younger man deep receptive hole.

“You are tight!” Mike proclaims.

“I do exercises to keep my hole tight.”

River squeezes his ass muscles tightly around Mike’s plunging cock.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Mike says. “Boy, you are good. Damn fucking good.”

As Mike repeatedly rams his cock into the boy’s hole, River proceeds with his fierce grip on the older man’s stiff cock.

“And a sweet…sweet ring of lush dark fur around that sweet hole, too. You are gonna be a boy I am gonna want to see again…and again.” Mike says.

“Anytime, daddy. Anytime.”

Mike continually thrusts his hard-on into the depths of River ever deepening hole. The boy does not flinch or demand that Mike slows down; he can take the repeated hammering of his hole.

The fucking seems to go on for hours as the sun begins to set beyond the trees.