Noah, this isn’t working.
You don’t understand.
I want to break up.
I’ll be out by tomorrow.
Noah couldn’t get it out of his head, those last comments by Matthew. It had been three days since Matthew moved out, and he struggled to believe that after two years of living together, it was over. Really over. And what really pissed him off was how Matthew had been planning it. The next day, Matthew really did get everything that was his and moved out. The dining area furniture, the bed from what they called the guest room, the old record albums and all the books on pharmacology. The empty shelves made the apartment look abandoned more than the empty dining area.
It was Friday, and Noah went into his boss’ office just before lunch.
“Hey Noah, what’s up?”
“I was wondering if it would be okay to take Monday off. I know it last minute, but…”
Noah realized the office knew something was up with him, and some had asked if he was okay. He had said he was fine, but someone found out Matthew had left him, and word got around the office that morning. By his boss’ expression, even he knew.
“Sure, Noah. We’re caught up with the Harris project. Take Monday and try to have some fun.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, now get out of here.”
This is how the road trip began.
Noah got home, packed a suitcase, and jumped back into his old 240Z. He swung into the service station just before the ramp onto the freeway that would take him toward downtown then around it to the interstates, one going north and south, and one that went east and west. At 6:48 PM on a Friday evening, Noah was heading west on the interstate, destination unknown. He was just driving with the stereo blasting rock n’ roll.
He stayed on the interstate until in the next county, where the interstate turned to the south, and he took an exit, not even paying attention to what town it accessed, and continuing to head east. He drove around the small town, then out into countryside following a four-lane highway that must have been a major artery through the area at one time or another. There were small motels and gas stations and half empty strip shopping centers. He drove past everything, bobbing his head to the music wondering how far he could get before he had to stop.
He just relished the drive. He followed one road, then another as they rolled over hills, bridged streams and rivers, circled towns, and passed through the smaller towns that were just a few buildings scattered along the main road. He played his favorite music, keeping himself distracted, trying not to think of it. But it lingered at the periphery of his mind, always there at anything that reminded him of Matthew or some place they had visited together on their road trips to the mountains, beach, or another city.
It was after eleven and Noah came to a small town, and he began to look for a place to fuel up and get a room for the night. The gas station was easy enough, but there were no hotels in sight, so he pulled out and continued driving. On the north side of town, he came to a motel, one that sat like a chevron in plan, the point aimed away from the road. Trucks, SUVs, and cars sat in front and a sign out front advertised a recent renovation, obvious with the fresh paint and resurfaced parking lot. At the second drive, Noah slowed and pulled in.
Noah returned to the motel after eating a late dinner at a Waffle House. He had to park a few spaces down from his room. He climbed out, locked up his car, then ambled down the sidewalk back toward his room. He was four rooms from his when he noticed a bit of light through a gap in the curtain of a room. Naturally curious, he glanced in as he passed. A young man was laying on the closest bed, naked, playing with his cock.
“Holy fuck,” Noah uttered as he passed. He got to his room and went in, telling himself to let it go. The guy was probably a construction worker away from home for months at a time and just needed to get off. But he couldn’t stop thinking about how he would help the guy out if given a chance. It was such a brief look, but he could picture the young Latino, dark skinned, short dark hair, and an uncut cock that looked thick, enough to fill a man’s hand. He pictured the muscular torso with its smooth skin and small dark nipples.
“Fuck,” Noah uttered as he dropped on the bed and turned on the television.
He flipped through the channels, nothing capturing his attention, not like that Latino playing with his cock. Rolling off the bed, he decided to take a shower.
Noah came out drying his hair wondering if the Latino guy had gotten off. It had been long enough. He was so curious he told himself to go to the vending machines at the end of the building for a drink. He slipped on a pair of gym shorts (no underwear), grabbed up a few bills, and headed out. He walked slowly down the front of the building feeling the warm night air against his bare upper body. It felt good, too good, for it along with the image of the Latino guy playing with his cock made him partially aroused. He felt his cock stir, grow partially erect, as he drew near the gapped curtain of the Latino’s room. He ambled on by, just glancing through the window, and the Latino was still at it, stroking that cock that was now fully erect. It was about six inches long but thick, impossibly thick, making the guy’s hand look small. Noah nearly stumbled as he passed, but he regained his balance and rushed on to the end of the building for that soda.
A couple of long drinks, as if it were the best whiskey, Noah then headed back, wondering if he dared to linger at the window. As he walked down the sidewalk dimly lit by wall sconces, he picked out the window with light bleeding out of it. He stared at the sliver of light as he drew near and once at the window, he couldn’t help it. He stood at the window staring in at the Latino stroking his cock.
Did he sense Noah at the window, for within seconds the Latino looked over and with no change in expression, turned on the bed, put his feet on the floor with knees wide apart, and gave him a show. The hand moved up and down the thick cock until the head became wet.
Noah felt his own cock stir, grow longer and thicker until tenting out the flimsy gym shorts. He pushed them down in front and took his own cock in hand, stroking it in rhythm with the Latino showing how aroused it made him to watch. The Latino lay back, feet up on the edge of the bed spread apart, and Noah watched a hand slip around the thigh and rub an ass a porn star would be proud. He watched the fingers rub over the tight puckered ass, then bury a finger into it.
“Fuck,” Noah whispered. He reached over and tried the door finding it unlocked. He stepped over and pushed it open, then stepped into the doorway and saw the Latino watching him as three fingers bore into that firm brown ass.
“You want?” said Noah waving his hard cock.
“Si.”
Noah didn’t know Spanish, but he did know that word. He moved into the room, closing the door behind him. He pushed gym shorts down and stepped out of them as he came up to the bed. He moved to where he could stand right at that ass, watching four fingers work it loose as he stroked his cock. When the fingers came out, he moved quickly to replace them with cock. He pushed through the still tight opening and buried it in the Latino’s ass.
“Si…si…”
“Yeah, mother fucker, take my cock,” Noah exclaimed as he took the legs by the ankles, held them up to his chest and began to fuck. He fucked slowly, full deep penetrating shoves into the ass, then he sped up, worked his hips faster and faster until that bed squeaked and rocked, and hips banged against ass.
“Joder! Joder!”
Noah shoved all the way into the ass and shuddered with release. Once spent, he held his cock in the Latino’s ass savoring the feel of it. When he pulled out, still hard, he guided the guy to move up on the bed turning to be laying along it. He climbed on the bed and guided the guy to roll over. The firm round ass pushed up, and Noah knew the Latino wanted another fuck as much as he did.
“Yeah, show me that ass,” said Noah, moving over the prone body.
Cock pushed down and between the cheeks the guy held spread apart, Noah quickly sank every inch of his cock into the ass. Every eight goddamn inches. He pumped his hips until bouncing off the ass. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the room. Then he lay heavily on the smaller body, grinding cock in the depths of that ass. Then he just fucked and fucked and fucked while nipping the back of the neck, kissing the shoulder, and when the guy raised his head and turned to him, they sloppily kissed.
“Take me,” Noah uttered breathlessly as he came again.
Noah lay next to the Latino breathing hard. He watched him roll over and take his drooling cock in hand and start stroking it. It made Noah’s ass pucker up, but it also proved too much for he craved it, found it sexually arousing, and he sat up, knocked the hand away, and straddled the guy’s waist. He rocked his ass on the cock, back and forth until he felt the guy pushing upward. Then he rose on knees, reached back and held that thick cock up, and eased his ass down on it. He grimaced, shivered, then shuddered as that cock stretched his tight ass open. It felt like a telephone pole, not a cock, being pushed into his depths. But he didn’t stop, kept easing down, inch after inch until seated on that fat cock. Then he fucked himself on it.
Noah’s cock flopped heavily against the Latino’s stomach as he smacked down on the cock. Over and over, he dropped his ass down all the way feeling the fullness of it, how it stretched him open until sweat beaded up on his skin. But he didn’t slow, kept up his brutal pace until hands held his ankles in a death grip and he felt the guy pushing upward. He leaned back, took his own cock in hand, and as he slammed his ass down on the cock, he stroked to come.
“Fuck,” Noah cried out as he came again, cum dribbling out of his cock until smeared down its length by his hand. Then he felt the guy shove upward and cry out. He slammed his ass down on the spurting cock and held still taking every ejaculation until the guy was spent.
Then it was over. The Latino satisfied, indicated he needed to leave. Noah pulled on his gym shorts and without looking back, left the guy’s room. He heard the door lock behind him as he went back to his room to shower off the cum and sweat and get into bed.
The next morning Noah found the construction truck that had been in front of the Latino’s room was gone. He threw his bag into his trunk and drove to the office to check out. Pulling up to the road, Noah wondered if he should head back home. All he had to do was turn the wheel to the left and he could backtrack home. He turned right and accelerated away, not ready to return.
He drove deeper into the countryside, through woodlands, past farms, and through small towns. He played R.E.M., Social Distortion, and The Replacements while driving mile after mile, going further and further from home.
As the time approached 1 P.M. and his stomach growled with hunger, Noah found himself miles from any town. He crossed a creek, climbed the steep grade until driving through a low rolling terrain with fields on both sides of the road. About a mile later, he came to a place set among pine and oaks on his left, and realized a general store sat near the road. It was a low building, flat roof, with walls of concrete block painted white. In front three fuel pumps, and on one side a canopy over a lift to work on cars. He pulled in wondering if they had anything he could grab for lunch.
The interior was dark wood paneling with wood shelving that was the same dark finish. The check out was along the left side, and in back he saw the store once had a meat department which now served as a deli.
“Can I help you?” asked the woman behind the counter.”
“Do you still make sandwiches?” asked Noah motioning toward the rear.
“We can do a sandwich with ham, balcony, and roast beef, and we can do grill cheese.”
“Can I get a ham sandwich?”
“Lettuce, tomato, mayo, and mustard?”
“That works.”
The woman came out from behind the counter and ambled to the back. Noah went to a drink cooler grabbing a soda, then went to the counter to wait. He watched the woman move around behind a white refrigerated display case, then scanned the store seeing how it was stocked with basic items ranging from can goods, hardware, basic automotive service items, to household cleaners and detergents. Then he looked out the large picture windows to the field across the road seeing a tractor coming toward the road pulling an implement. Dust kicked up behind it and white cranes flew in behind the implement searching for insects or small snakes that were disturbed by the disking.
“Here ya go,” said the woman as she slipped back behind the counter.
Noah turned to her as he took out his wallet.
Noah came out and took a seat at a picnic table on the far side of the store. As he ate, he watched the tractor at the back side of the field, how it slowed, picked up the disc, swung around and as the disk dropped back into the soil, started on its way back across the field.
Noah wondered about the farmer. Was he old, middle aged, or young. Was he alone on the farm, or did he have someone to help him. Was he related to the woman inside the store, for he saw no other house than the one behind the store. The tractor made it to the roadside of the field and stopped. As the dust blew past the tractor, the engine idled down then shut off.
Noah watched the door to the cab swing open and a young guy climb out. As the guy came across the road, he saw a lunchbox in one hand, then he looked at how the guy was dressed. Blue jeans, a plaid shirt with sleeves ripped off, and a ballcap pulled low. It wasn’t until the guy was close and obviously headed to the picnic table that Noah began to see the face. The dirty blonde goatee, the tanned skin tone, the muscular arms, the strong nose and jaw.
“Do you mind sharing the table?”
A husky voice, masculine but still young, younger than Noah first guessed. He finally saw the eyes, dark brown and staring at him, waiting for his reply.
“No, not at all. Please sit.”
“You must be lost.”
“Excuse me?”
“Are you lost?”
“No, just roaming without direction.”
“Sounds serious.”
“A breakup and some stress at work to meet a deadline, so I’m just road tripping around the area.”
“Where you from?”
“Charlotte. You ever come into the city?”
“Yeah, or down to Greenville.”
The farmer opened his lunchbox and took out a sandwich and chips, then a thermos.”
“You don’t get sandwiches from the deli in the store?”
“Nah, Aunt Shelley makes a decent sandwich, but mom doesn’t like dad and I paying for lunch too often.”
“So, you farm with your dad?”
“Yep. We’ve expanded, so hopefully I can afford to get my own place soon.”
“I’m Noah.”
“Noah, I’m Forrest.”
For a minute, they ate in silence until Noah finished his sandwich, then slowly finished his drink, wanting to linger at the table longer, for he found Forrest attractive. Some eye candy that made lunch enjoyable.
“How long have you lived in Charlotte?” asked Forrest.
“I’ve been there three years, since graduating college.”
“College…I thought about going but honestly preferred to farm.”
“How long have you been farming with your dad?”
“Since I could reach the clutch,” Forrest joked, then he leaned back and looked across the table. “I finished high school two years ago. I’m twenty years old.”
There was something in the way Forrest told his age, like it was something Noah needed to know. He looked at the guy just as arms were stretched out revealing the dark underarm hair and flexing biceps. Then Forrest flexed the right arm making the muscle bulge.
“You like?”
Noah couldn’t believe the forwardness of the statement. How Forrest was strutting before him. He wondered if the guy was just fucking with him, setting him up for some humiliation, but looking at the dark brown eyes, it sure seemed like serious flirting.
“Yes. I like…very much.”
Forrest smiled.
“I was hoping I wasn’t wrong after the way you were looking at me.”
“So, you prefer male companionship?” Noah asked with a hint of sarcasm.
“Whenever the opportunity arises.”
“I wouldn’t think it would happen very often.”
Forrest smiled. “More than you might expect.”
“You have a boyfriend?”
“Nah…not yet. I have too much fun just messing around. What about you? You like to mess around?”
“I do today.”
Forrest laughed, then shoved the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth. Once swallowed, he emptied the thermos, closed it putting it back into his lunchbox. “That’s our barn over there,” pointing at an old wood barn about a hundred yards past the store. “You want to see the inside?”
Noah followed Forrest from the shoulder of the road up the dirt drive toward the barn. It was weathered, unpainted wood, open along the left side where a small tractor and implements were parked. The tallest section in the middle was open on the front and a combine was facing out, the wide header just fitting within the opening. To the right of the combine a pair of large doors, and further right, along a low roof section, was a single man door, and the place Forrest was leading him.
Through the door Noah saw it was a work room, with a work bench along two walls and a heavy metal table in the center with a couple of bench vises. Noah wondered if they would fuck on the metal table until he saw Forrest march straight through the room to a door in the back wall, and he sped up to follow him through it.
It was set up as an office. An old metal desk and file cabinets along the right wall where three windows looked out into the side yard and in the back wall, a small window a/c unit mounted in the wall, keeping the room cool. To the left, an old sectional sofa ran down the side wall and turned along the back one.
“Mom always hated the thing, so she let me have it,” said Forrest standing in the middle of the room unbuttoning his shirt. “If she only knew how I used it. Now get naked.”
Noah watched Forrest strip as he removed his own clothes. The muscular body, the cock hanging over its darker skin sac, and the dirty blonde hair covering the chest and trialing down the stomach. He couldn’t believe Forrest was only nineteen, for he looked older, more mature. A man. A man he wanted to fuck.
Noah tossed his boxers on top of his jeans and shirt and stood facing Forrest watching him tug and manipulate a growing cock. He did the same feeling his arousal grow.
“Fuck, let me taste that,” said Forrest coming up to Noah and squatting before him. A hand took his cock then a mouth enveloped the head. Tongue toyed with it, lips moved along the shaft as the hand squeezed, until Noah was rock hard. He opened his eyes and looked down at Forrest sucking his cock and when the head pulled back, he saw Forrest stroking his own cock. Ram rod straight and looked to be every bit eight inches long.
Forrest stood, grabbed Noah by the back of the neck, pulling him into a kiss. Physical and rough, Forrest wasn’t playing at slow and gentle.
“I going to fuck you,” said Forrest pushing Noah back until he fell on his back on the sofa. As Forrest climbed onto the sofa, Noah raised his legs. With a hand taking each ankle, he was spread open, fully revealed to Forrest. Cock rubbed along his own, slid through pubic hair and over his abdomen, then Forrest worked it below his nuts and down along his spread ass.
“You want that ass fucked,” said Forrest.
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me, Forrest…do it…put it in me.”
The cock pushed against Noah’s tightness, rubbed up and down over it, until Noah opened his eyes and looked up at Forrest. “Come on, stop teasing me, farm boy.”
Cock bore through his tightness, and Noah threw his head back and moaned. He clutched at the seat cushions and shuddered as Forrest pushed deeper and deeper until abdomen pressed against his ass.
“Goddamn, you got all of it,” said Forrest.
Forrest slow fucked, worked cock through Noah’s opening until he loosened to the penetration.
“Come on, farm boy, fuck my ass.”
It was a taunt that elicited the response Noah wanted. Forrest pushed his legs down until thighs were tight to his chest and his ass angled up for a fucking. And Forrest gave it to him. Hard, a fast brutal pace, abdomen smacking against his ass. The room was filled with the sound of their fuck. Skin smacking against skin. Moans and obscene utterances. And Noah pleading with Forrest to fuck harder.
“Fuck, roll over,” said Forrest as he tugged free of Noah’s loosened hole.
Hands guided Noah to lean over the arm of the sofa, chest down on it and braced by both hands, he felt his legs kicked apart, cock touch his ass, then bore into his depths in one shove. Abdomen smacked his ass as Forrest fucked him. Hard and fast, Noah felt the cock pummel his insides as his own cock swung heavily between his thighs.
Then Forrest was pressed against his ass shuddering and jerking with release.
“Take it,” Forrest whispered breathlessly.
Forrest lay on Noah’s back. Every exhale hot against his neck. Then there was a kiss, then another, until lips were grazing his left ear. “I’m not finished with you.”
Forrest raised up and held Noah by the waist and began to fuck. He slow fucked until Noah felt the first load trickle down his thigh. Then he fucked harder, smacking against Noah’s ass. A hand slid up Noah’s back until fingers combed through his hair. When the fingers closed into a fist, Noah’s head was pulled back until he was lifted off the arm of the sofa.
“Take me…take my big cock,” Forrest taunted as he fucked.
Noah’s cock swung between his thighs, hard and drooling, as Forrest hammered his insides.
“Goddamn, take me. Take me,” Forrest exclaimed.
Noah felt the shove into his depths. The press against his ass, then the shuddering and jerking as Forrest came again.
Noah found himself sitting upright on the sofa with Forrest down between his legs. He watched the farm boy hold his drooling cock, look at it like a trophy won, then lick the head and down the shaft until it was spit shined clean. Then Forrest took it in his mouth and sucked.
As lips moved up and down his cock, Noah felt cum trickle out of his ass. He felt fucked. Aroused. He felt his sex. Far too soon, he was so damn close to release. He held Forrest’s head and pumped cock into the mouth until he had to come. Then he shoved upward and blasted the back of Forrest’s throat with cum.
Forrest sat up, licked his lips, then smiled. “I don’t like to get fucked, but I sure do like to suck a man’s dick.”
Noah laughed.
For the next seventy miles through the countryside, Noah thought of Forrest. That first image of him crossing the road and coming up to the picnic table. Then naked in the barn with a body that surprised him, then the pleasure of their sex. How that farm boy knew how to fuck, then suck.
He thought of the Latino at the motel the night before, and how there had been no preliminaries with either one of them. The two young men knew what they wanted, and he was willing.
Noah found himself coming into a small town and feeling tired from driving and fucking, he pulled into an old motel on the outskirts of the town. Checked in, he went to the room at the end of one building, where he took a quick shower then crawled into bed for some much-needed sleep.
The next morning, Noah headed south, crossing the state line where the terrain leveled out. Less hilly but still rolling. He stopped at a fruit stand and bought some peaches. He drove into a small town and had lunch in a diner among the locals, and he got back into his car and just drove. Drove until the sun was setting in the west.
At the next town with lodgings, he stopped for the night. It was an old Holiday Inn that was converted to some locally owned brand. Across the street was a fast-food restaurant, something he avoided. After a quick shower and change of clothes, he drove into the downtown area looking for something better for dinner.
He passed an old service station, now a used tire store, then a low squat building that was a tavern. There were four trucks parked in front and down the side, a few more vehicles. Noah looked at the windowless front wondering if it would at least be a good place to grab a drink. He was sure there would be no fun to be had inside it, because it looked too rough.
In the two blocks that made up a downtown, there was a Mexican restaurant on one corner. It appeared to be busy, so he turned down the side street to find a place to park.
Coming out of the restaurant, Noah saw it was nine o’clock. He went around to his car and headed back to the hotel, wondering if he should stop at the tavern. As he neared the blue neon sign lighting up the otherwise dark corner, he kept telling himself to drive on to the hotel, but as he came onto the tavern, he hit the brakes and pulled in between two trucks.
The interior was as expected. Dark, worn, with dark painted walls, black painted suspended ceiling, and bare concrete floor that was stained and marred. The bar ran along the back of the small room with three guys sitting at one end deep in conversation. A few tables and chairs were scattered around the open floor. Along the right side where three booths, one occupied by a couple leaned over in conversation, and on the left, a billiards table where two men were playing.
Noah strolled straight to the bar sitting on the opposite end from the three guys. The bartender, gray-haired, clean shaven, with tattoos a veteran would have, came over.
“What can I get you?”
“Jack and ginger.”
A nod of acknowledgement and the bartender turned to a row of bottles along the back of the bar, picking up a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.
Noah turned his attention to the three guys at the other end of the bar. Two were in plaid shirts and jeans and the third was dressed in khakis and a white dress shirt, and all three had a beer in front of them. He sized them up, gave measure to each man. The khaki and white dress shirt was dark haired, cut short, and clean shaven, and Noah could tell he was stocky in build, stomach hanging over his belt. Mid-fifties, maybe a bit older, it was hard to tell in the dark bar. Just beyond him, Noah only got partial views of the other two. One had a five o’clock shadow and the other a goatee and both looked average in build, but it was hard to tell. He heard them laugh at something, then clink their glasses and drink.
“Here ya go. That’ll be six dollars.”
Noah threw a ten on the counter and took a drink while the bartender got his change. When the four bills were laid in front of him, the bartender lingered, and he looked up.
“You’re not from around here.”
“Nope. Charlotte.”
“Charlotte? What brings you out here in the middle of nowhere?”
Noah chuckled. “I got dumped so I hit the road just cruising around processing it.”
The bartender smiled, nodding his head. “I hear ya. I usually just went on a bender. Don’t recommend it, mind you.”
Noah wanted to tell the bartender he had been fucking through his anger and pain, but that would lead to questions he knew should not be answered in this place.
“Hey Todd, another round,” called out one of the guys in plaid and jeans.
“Not for me, I have to get home,” said the man in khakis.
“Two beers coming up.”
Was it Hank William Jr. or Randy Travis or…Noah really didn’t know country music artists, but he recognized the sound as another song started playing. He glanced at his watch shocked at the hour. Had he really been in the tavern that long. He knew time seemed to fly by when you were having a good time, and sitting between Avery and Bobby Lee, the two guys dressed in plaids and jeans, he was having a good time. As he talked of Charlotte and listened to the two guys talk about life in the area, one a farmer and the other a lineman for the power company, the bartender kept their glasses full. Noah tried not to think of it, but he considered the two men sexually. Lurid thoughts of sex with each one. Up close, he realized Bobby Lee had dark reddish-brown hair and green eyes and perfect teeth that seemed to shine with every laugh and smile. Avery was less talkative, and it made him seem more mysterious, a devilish temptation with jet black hair and brown eyes and earrings in both ears.
Bad Moon Rising came on and Avery smiled while tapping the bar in rhythm with the song.
“I love this song.”
“Me too,” Bobby Lee replied.
“I’ve heard this but don’t know the band,” said Noah.
“Damn city slicker,” joked Bobby Lee. “It’s CCR.”
“Who?”
“Creedance Clearwater Revival.”
“Oh, I’ve heard of them.”
“Are you staying in town tonight?” said Bobby Lee.
“Yes. I’m out at the hotel outside of town.”
“The old Holiday Inn,” said Avery. “What is called now?”
“Sand Hills Inn,” said Bobby Lee.
“That’s right.”
Bobby Lee turned to Noah. “Does it look like a Holiday Inn on the inside?”
Noah wasn’t sure why he did it. Where he got the courage. Maybe it was after fucking around with that farm boy, Forrest, that anything seemed possible.
“You want to come back to my room and see it?”
A look passed between Bobby Lee and Avery, then Bobby Lee leaned toward Noah, a hand coming down on his knee. As fingers dug into it, Noah stared into the face barely hearing the words. “Yeah, we’d like to see your room.”
Noah drove back to the hotel, lights from Bobby Lee’s truck in his rear view mirror, and at times he saw the lights from Avery’s truck behind him. He couldn’t believe his luck. Both guys were coming to his hotel room. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe they intended to cause him harm, beat him up or something. But that hand on his knee said otherwise.
At the hotel, Bobby Lee and Avery followed him down the corridor to his room. He sensed them behind him. Both were tall, inches taller than his five foot nine. Avery looked six feet tall, and Bobby Lee was three or four inches taller than Avery. And once standing, he had seen both men had lean muscular builds, Avery slightly stockier than Bobby Lee. And both looked mid-thirties. His cock flexed with is lurid thoughts of what could happen in his room.
“This is my room,” sliding an old key into the lock hearing the latch release. He swung the door open and let the two men enter first. He locked the door and came into the main part of the room to the two men stripping. Shirts were tossed into the chair, then jeans undone and slid down.
“What are you waiting for?” said Bobby Lee. “Get naked.”
Noah found himself on elbows and knees. Bobby Lee’s thick cock stretching his jaw to take it. The rhythmic shove forward helped push him down on it just a bit more, taking nearly every inch, almost eight inches Noah guessed. Avery held his waist while pounding his ass. Avery had a long thin cock with a wicked curve upward, and it was hammering his insides as he sucked Bobby Lee. The way Avery slammed into his depths made his own cock swung heavily between his thighs.
The bed squeaked as Avery fucked and Noah sucked. Bobby Lee leaned back resting on his hands and began to pump his hips. Noah held his mouth over the cock while Bobby Lee pushed it over his tongue to the back of his throat. Over and over, the cock pushed into his throat nearly making him gag and he drooled around it until it dripped from his chin.
“Jesus…that’s it…suck it,” said Bobby Lee. “That’s a nice ass, isn’t it Avery?”
“Yeah,” Avery uttered.
Noah reached for his own cock and stroked the slick drooling cock increasing his own arousal. He moaned around Bobby Lee’s cock and grunted when Avery slammed into his ass, and he stroked his own cock pushing his arousal.
Avery slammed into his ass, shuddering and jerking with cock buried all the way, and Noah knew he was taking his load.
“Pump it in him,” Bobby Lee exclaimed, then he grabbed Noah’s head and pushed the mouth all the way down on his spurting cock.
Avery lay on his back watching Avery sit on his cock. He watched inch after inch disappear in that man’s ass, then he watched Avery work that ass up and down, slowly, letting him feel every goddamn inch work through it. He held the ankles of the spread legs as cock flopped around when Avery sped up, moved faster until slamming down on his cock. Avery’s cock smacked wetly against his abdomen. Noah felt his rising need, his cock rock hard and ready to explode. Then Bobby Lee was pushing Avery to lean forward.
Noah gasped as Bobby Lee’s cock pushed along side his own, pushed for entry into Avery’s tight ass. Avery shivered and moaned, and Noah felt Bobby Lee sliding into Avery along side his cock.
“Fuck,” Noah exclaimed at the tightness and how Bobby Lee’s cock rubbed against his own. He looked up to see Bobby Lee take Avery by chin, forcing the head around so they could kiss. Noah reached up and rubbed Avery’s chest, raked his fingers over the hard nipples then twisted each with a tight pinch. Avery shuddered and his cock drooled on Noah’s abdomen. Noah smeared the slick over his skin then manipulated the cock, toyed with the head, then slid fingers down the hard shaft until Avery shuddered again, then cried out as his cock spurt wad after wad, the first hitting Noah in the face, the rest roping up his chest and stomach.
“Fuck,” Bobby Lee exclaimed, and Noah felt the man’s thick cock flex next to his own, then move slickly inside Avery, using his release for lube. It was too much for Noah. The cum covering his face and torso, the smell intoxicating, then Bobby Lee lubing Avery’s hole with cum. He shoved upward, pushed his cock along side Bobby Lee’s, and came.
Noah woke to light coming into the room around the cheap curtains. He was lying across the bed naked. His skin felt crusty and dirty from cum and sweat, and he had to piss in the worst way. He rolled to his back and looked around the room to see he was alone. Sometime during the night or early morning, Bobby Lee and Avery got dressed and eased out.
In the bathroom, he saw the wet towel from where one or both had showered. He wondered if the two men had fucked around while showering, feeling disappointed they hadn’t waked him so he could join them in the shower. He showered, dressed, and left the room to check out.
Back on the road, he came to the main highway through the area and saw the sign giving directions to Charlotte. A simple turn to the right and he would be back in Charlotte sometime after lunch. He eased out on the road and accelerated until motoring along with the other traffic. He turned up the volume of the radio and settled for the drive, smiling at how he felt. Satisfied and refreshed, ready to get back.
