I had finished class on Campus around 09:30 pm and started walking down University Ave to Jefferson St. where I lived. It was one of those amazing warm late September nights that happen in No. California, and for some reason, instead of crossing over to Addison, I decided the crass commercialism of University Ave. would be the way. Still could smell the heavy sweetness of jasmine in the air, even over the stink of my pits, which had been sweating heavily in class. I must have only gone 2 or 3 blocks, not walking fast, when, stopped at a light, an old early 70's Chevy pulled up. I paid no attention until a short blast of the horn made me turn my head. Two guys in the front seat, both looking at me. The guy in the passenger side was Asian, but I couldn't see the driver clearly, except that he had shoulder length hair. The light greened and I started across the intersection. They paced me for a half a block, then sped up and disappeared in traffic. I kind of wondered what was going on, but knowing Berkeley, my caution was up. When I reached the next intersection, they were there, this time in front of me, so I could see the driver, kind of a rough looking guy, and his hair looked a little dirty, unshaved and a little scary. They both looked at me again, and then took off across University into the darkness. Apparently they took a left and went around the block, because they were back in the west lane of University and pacing me again. This time the Asian asked if I wanted a ride. Like I said, my instincts were already cautious, but for some reason, I have no idea why, I said "sure" and he motioned for me to get in back. The usual thanks, and where ya goin?' I'm headin home...' and the Asian says nice night...wanna take a ride?' And again, out of the blue, I said, sure, where to?' At that the driver pulled a u-turn, and we were headed east up University. I was sitting on the right side of the back seat, noticed the driver glancing back at me, and then heard a slapping sound from the Asian. Thinking that I was hearing things, it sounded like he was jackin off. But then I heard those breathing sounds, sharp intakes of air, and got the nerve to look over the seat. And there he was, sprawled down on the seat, legs apart, fly open with his cock in his right hand. His dick looked real white with the light of the street strobing inside, and when he noticed me looking, he raised his hips a little, and held his boner still, his skin puckering to a tight pucker, and sparkling with his pre. I reached over and stuck my finger in that slime, feeling how tight his skin was, found his slit, and rubbed around it, he gasped. He motioned for me to climb over the seat in between them, and with a little difficulty, managed to squeeze in, and for the first time smelled that heavy body stink, couldn't tell if it was from the driver or the Asian, but it was strong, even with the windows open. I reached with my right hand for the Asian's dick, totally turned on by his tight foreskin. I had always wished that my skin was tighter, and snug hoods like his were a guaranteed woody for me. His cock was thick, too big for my hand to wrap around, but only about 5 inches long. I slowly jacked him, watching his pre bubble up and over the lips of his skin. He was groping my crotch, and my dick was leaking like crazy, my jeans wet already. He managed to unbutton my fly, and I was getting a little curious about the driver. All the while I was playing with the Asian, he had unbuttoned his fly, but whatever he had was still concealed, but he kept glancing at what we were doing. Couldn't let this go, so I moved my left hand inside his fly, felt his hairy flat stomach, the moist pubes as my hand slid under his underwear, and found this nice hard cock, narrow, stuck down next to his leg. His wet balls, sweaty balls being pushed over and above his shaft. He shifted his weight, and with his left hand readjusted his crotch, and his cock easily rolled over his thigh, falling in the palm of my hand. I realized that the stink was from him, his pits rank and strong. I got the band of his underwear down and below his balls, seeing his cock in that strange street light. He was intact, his cock thin, a little longer than average, his skin loose, like mine, but not as long. His balls were beautiful, smooth, balanced, wet with sweat, with that heady smell of musk. Now I had both hands on their boners, and slowly working their shafts, I peeled the driver's skin back, just to get a look at his knob, and, man o man! Even in the half light from the streets, I saw a coat of smeg covering his helmet, and the rich, sour stink of his cock filled the cab, hit my face, and made my dick jerk. I heard the Asian gasp, (he had my cock out, and was feeling it, twisting my skin) I thought he was just knocked out by the stink of the driver's smeg, but it was my dick that gagged him. He had bent over as much as he could, with his face close to my crotch, and peeled me back, I wasn't as cheesed as the driver, but the effect was pretty heavy. I love my dick butter, always have, and when I jack off, get it on my finger and smell it deep, keeps my boner hard and edged. By this time we were in the Berkeley Hills, I had no idea where we were headed, and in spite of the risk, was having too good of a time to really care. We finally wound up on some lonely road that overlooked the bay. All three of us got out of the car, our cocks out, bobbing, and for the first time I was able to get real close to the driver's stinkin cock. Just enough moonlight to see that hot dick. Not too much was said between us, our cocks were doing the talking. But the driver said at one point, put your cock next to mine' . I did, the feel of the heat from his cock touching mine was almost too much, but he grabbed our cocks with his hand, squeezed them hard, then peeled me back and stuck his face against my wood, the Asian had his hands on our balls, and his fine fat cock was at a right angle, his tight skin hole dripping his pre. I wanted to force that skin back, tight as it was, and I told him, bet you've got a lot of cheese under there'. So while the driver was taking deep breaths from my cock, I took the Asians boner and with a little difficulty, got his skin back behind his knob, it literally snapped as it passed his ridge, and I bent over to see it real close. His knob was wide, spherical, and dark, shiny, and the exposed inner skin was creamy and cheesy, I was in stinkin smeg heaven. All three of us, sweating, hard, loving each others dirty cocks, all three cocks as different as they could be. I docked both of them. Sliding my skin over the driver's cheesy cock was easy, the Asian took a little more work, but the kind of work I love. Seeing his big knob bulging under my skin, the driver holding both of us, his cock lying between us jerking and hitting our connected dicks. We got a blanket out, took our pants and shirts off, the driver took off his boots , his feet smelling, I had my cock between the soles of his feet, getting the mixed odors of cock, feet, as I fucked his feet, my skin being pulled back and forward, my knob oozing, getting flecks of smeg on his feet. Watching the Asian getting sucked by him, his tight white balls dripping with the spit of the driver. Watching the Asian play with drivers cock, sliding his finger under his skin, while the driver played with his balls, and his toes curled tight around my hard shaft. For hours we screwed around like that, almost to dawn. Finally, all three of us, standing facing each other, our hands on each others rigid cocks, jacking each other, touching balls, cock nipples, ass holes, swabbing each others pits, when the Asian grunted, legs apart, looking down in surprise almost at his now reddened and slimy cock, still exposed, started to spurt. The driver and I stepping up close to his erupting cock, wanting his cum to bathe our cocks, bellies, wherever. I glob hit my chin, and then exploded on our arms, cocks, feet. I was next. The driver used the Asians cum on my cock, peeled my skin back and lathered my cock with it, my dick was so sensitive, and I shot in his hand, my jizz gurgling through his fingers, the Asian catching some and wiping it on his still tumescent cock. I started to jerk the driver off, but he motioned me to stop, took his cock in hand and began the final strokes, but the Asian and I both got on our knees in front of him, and his dick exploded on both of us. It was warm, almost hot, and the streams shot 3 maybe 4 times. Oozing out in big drops as he squeezed his skin forward. I couldn't help it, my tongue was inside that skin, lapping up all I could get. So there we were, all of us covered in jizz, sun coming up. Without a word, we dressed, got back in the Chevy, and down the hills to University. I was dropped off where they picked me up. It wasn't until later that I considered what a risk that whole adventure was. But the smells of their bodies still on me, their cockcheese, pre, and cum held tight inside my skin, that I figured, "I'd do it again, anytime!" {This is a true account, had some of the best JO scenes ever in Berkeley}