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I got my own car when I was still 15 but I didn't have a license to drive yet. But my football buddy Carl did. So his mom dropped him off at my house one day and we went driving around in my old Honda Accord coupe, complete with rust holes and a loud exhaust. It was a total shitbox of a car, but the freedom of being able to get in and go wherever you please is so empowering when you're that age, it barely matters if the car is nice or not.
Carl was always horny and we'd been sucking and fucking each other since we were about 12. Over those three years, despite the fact that I definitely had a way bigger dick than Carl, we'd gotten into a dynamic where he mostly called the shots and I was just supposed to follow along. He liked being in control - and he was a big, handsome football jock that outweighed me by 20 pounds of pure muscle and was at least three inches taller than me. Carl would get me to do things I'd never dare to do on my own. And I began to enjoy the thrill of blindly following Carl's lead.
Once we got onto the interstate, Carl at the wheel quickly rowing through the gears to get into 5th, he unzipped his shorts, fished out his small but super hard cock and wiggled his brows at me. He was a total exhibitionist but I was always worried about getting in trouble. But for some reason, Carl's recklessness seemed to make my cock leak and twitch with excitement.
Without saying a word, Carl wrapped his big hand around the back of my neck and pulled me over so my head was in his lap. I knew what he wanted and opened my mouth as he pulled me down onto his throbbing 16-year-old jock cock. I loved blowing Carl, so I got into it and bobbed up and down on his dick and got him close. Carl had discovered the fun of edge play and pulled me off his dick by my hair whenever he got close. It was right at one of those times with my puffy red lips drooling and gasping for air hovered over his steel hard cock standing up like a fleshy flagpole that a trucker drive by us and got an eyeful. I was stunned as he slowed up next to us, blew his air horn and gave us a big grin and a thumbs up.
Carl pushed my head back down into his crotch and I resumed wolfing down his cock. He wanted to give the trucker a show, so he pushed my soccer shorts down over my meaty ass and started fingering my hole between the straps of one of carl's dirty football jocks that he insisted I wear, pulling my turned up butt into the air so the trucker could catch a glimpse.
I lost all sense of reason whenever Carl worked my hole. He was a pro at it by now and could get me whimpering like a bitch in heat within 2 minutes. I was moaning and writhing around, grunting with his cock all the way down my throat and one hand working his balls and worming a finger into his sweaty hole as he keep driving.
Next thing I know he pulled his two fingers from my ass and my head out of his lap. We were slowing down. I sat up to see we were following the trucker into a rest stop. Fuck. I knew what Carl was thinking. I was excited and horny but scared as hell about what might happen next. We parked in the car area and trucker found a spot in the deserted truck lot. We sat in my car for a minute, hearts racing, waiting to see what our trucker buddy would do.
The trucker hopped out of his rig, crossed the lot and came over to our car. He was tall and lanky, smoking a cig, maybe early 40's and had a sexy Marlboro man swagger. He leaned in to the open drivers window and spoke to Carl first. "You boys gave me quite a show!" He said and chuckled while he took a drag from his cig and groped his crotch with his other hand. I was blushing and couldn't find my tongue but Carl was always calm, and responded "yeah, wasn't planning on giving a show but you seemed to like what we were doing."
"Trouble is now," the trucker went on, "is all three of us are worked up and nobody got their nut"
Carl nodded and said "you got that right, man. Tommy here has a magic mouth but I want to unload in his tight ass. Maybe he'd blow you while I fuck him?"
More blushing on my part, I actually started to hear my ears ring and thought I might pass out. Carl lit two cigs and handed me one, asking "you up for it, Tommy?"
Our trucker buddy had walked around to my side of the car and leaned up against my door pressing his legs flat against the car so i could see the sizable bulge in his tight jeans. The lot was empty as it was mid afternoon on a summer day. He unzipped his Wranglers and pulled an impressive semi-hard cock out of his fly and flopped it inside the car. I just reached up to touch it. I put my hand around it, mesmerized, and stroked it as it grew. Then he pulled back and tucked it into his pants as a car approached from the Interstate.
The trucker leaned down and said, "my name is Kent, by the way. And you boys should come check out my sleeper. We can have some privacy, take care of our needs, and all be back on the road in 15 minutes."
I heard the driver's door open and Carl get out. This was happening. Fucking Carl! But I was into it, even though I thought I might have a heart attack right there in the passenger's seat. Carl knew I had a fantasy about getting a cock in both holes at once and it hadn't happened yet.
We walk to the dude's KW and climbed in after him. It was hot in the sleeper and Carl pulled his shirt off first, showing off his beefy pecs and big guns while Kent switched on a fan mounted to the wall. carl pulled my shirt off next and pushed my Umbros down off my ass. I had a jock on that was clearly stained with many loads of our died and yellowing teen jazz and Kent let out a whistle. "Wow, a couple kinky jocks up in my truck. It's my lucky fucking day!"
I was hard and naked and Kent grabbed my think, throbbing 6 1/2-inches and gave it a good squeeze through the pouch before lightly stroking it.
"He can cum without touching it - but only if I hammer his hole with my cock. You wanna see?"
"Hell yeah, I do, boy!" I realized we never told him our names. I didn't want to. I was super nervous. Kent unbuttoned his shirt and shucked his jeans after pulling his boots off.
"You got any lube, buddy?" Carl asked like they were teammates getting ready to double team a cheerleader.
Kent tossed him a huge, half empty jar of Vaseline, which he caught in one hand. He pushed me into doggie position squarely in front of Kent's growing cock.
"Suck it, Tommy! What are you waiting for?" Carl barked. So I did. It was not as thick as mine, but longer - maybe 7" cut and veiny. The dude had some musk going and it turned me on. I opened my mouth and swallowed as much as I could. I bobbed up and down and Kent sighed, leaned back and reached for his smokes.
Carl smeared a glob of Vaseline on my hole and his cock and lined up for entry. I was so turned on it didn't hurt at all when Carl plunged his 5" cock into my ass in one thrust. He grabbed my hips and picked up his pace, fucking me hard with full strokes.
Kent passed the smoke to Carl over my back. I was consumed by having both holes filled I was having a hard time holding my orgasm back.
Carl reached his hands to my shoulders and pulled me off Kent's pole into an upright position before pulling out of my ass. "Flip over on your back - we want to watch you cum," he said. I did and Carl pulled my gangly runner's legs apart, hoisting my calves up over his should and re-entered my sticky hole with his cock, ramming it all the way in so it triggered my prostate. Carl's dick wasn't long or very thick - so he had to really bang my ass hard to get me off hands-free like he'd bragged about.
Kent scooted forward and put his big dick back in my mouth. Then he leaned over and slurped my fat, dripping cock into his hot mouth. His stubble scraped against my inner thigh sending a shiver through my whole body. I worked Kent's cock hard - lots of suction and tongue. And in this position I could deep throat him easier. Just a few passes through "heaven's gate" and my tight teen throat job got Kent unhinged and ragged. He pulled off my cock and started unleashing a massive trucker load of cum into my hungry cum slut mouth. I sputtered and gurgled and swallowed.
Carl was Jack-rabbit fucking my ass and had pushed my legs up father so he could hammer my prostate and make me blow. We'd learned how to get each other off so well - he knew just what to do. I was thrashing around as Kent recovered from his orgasm, still stroking his wet softening cock smearing his sperm over my lips, and watched transfixed as the football jock pummeled my runner's ass. My whole body convulsed and my balls pulled tight and fired off thick ropes of teen jizz that splattered dazed Kent right in the face. Carl couldn't last with my hole clamping down on him like a vice and filled my ass with his seed.
Carl laughed and swiped my jizz from Kent's face and pushed some into Kent's mouth. Then swiped up some more and fed it to me.
"He's a cum slut", Carl said to Kent. "He'll eat as much as you can feed him. Watch"
And he pulled his dick from my ass and some of his jizz spilled out. He was prepared and scooped it up and fed it to me. I knew it was kinky as fuck, but I loved it. Kent then reached over me and dipped his long fingers into my spasming hole and fished out some more and dragged it to my mouth to guzzle it up before Karl put my legs down then straddled me to get his dripping cock to my mouth. I cleaned him up. Then Kent.
We all pulled out clothes back on and Kent said he had to roll and thanked us for a memory he'd jack off to for the rest of his life.
We hopped out and went back to my car and headed home. I was beginning to understand what I liked about sex. My role as being a bit subordinate. But I still felt like there was more to explore. And I loved that Carl was up for anything.