Toledo Threesome (Part Three in the "On The Road" Series)
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On The Road, Part IV: Cruising West to Chicago
This is Part IV in my "On The Road" series.
Note: This story opens on the final scene of my last story, "Toledo Threesome". If you're in a rush, you can simply pick it up here but if you want to know how we got to where we are at the beginning of this story, you have to at least read Toledo Threesome (which can be found on this site either by searching my name or looking under the Encounters tab in the Bisexual section; the main thrust of this story is definitely one-on-one Gay male).
I sat in the back of an Ohio state police cruiser that was rocketing down I-90 west to Chicago. I sat low in the seat. A gorgeous young Ohio state trooper was behind the wheel. I thought about what had happened just a couple of short hours ago and how it had led me here...
Hours earlier: ...I lay still and soon slept.
Seth and Val lay beside me. I woke up as I felt Val getting to her feet. In the distance I could hear a clock ticking, maybe coming from the kitchen upstairs. Otherwise, everything was quiet.
Val stood over me with her legs parted. I looked up and her pouty little pussy was right above my face. I scooted up so that my back was braced against the couch. She moved in toward me, cunt first. The sweet funk wafted toward me. I stuck out my tongue and she brought her little pussy in close. I licked her clit and sucked it in between my lips. My lips held it in place while my tongue swirled around it and I sucked in. Her hands came down on the top of my head and pulled me in closer. My tongue dipped into her little hole and started to lick and plunge in and out.
Val moaned and arched her back so that her pussy was now pushing very hard into my mouth. I licked her long, deep and continuously. My hands found her little ass and started to massage the two perfect globes. My fingers reached down her crack, found her hole and pressed in.
I could feel Seth watching us but so far he had not joined in. My cock was rock hard. I felt Seth touch my shoulder, pushing me forward. No words were spoken but I knew he wanted me to lean forward. As I did, Val sat down on the floor with her legs open. I scuttled forward on the shag carpet and resumed munching of her deliciously wet and black carpet.
I was on my knees with my ass in the air, my cock rock hard and pointing forward and my balls dangling in the wind. I felt Seth move behind me. I heard him spit a split second before I felt his spit on my hole. He leaned in and began to tongue me, licking around the valley surrounding my hole. I gasped when his tongue entered me and started to probe deeply. I could feel his saliva dripping down my taint and onto my balls. His right hand reached forward and grasped my cock. He started to jerk me off in time with his tongue going in and out of my hole.
I was not idle. I continued to eat her out. My mouth and tongue were licking, kissing, sucking and lapping every bit of her young cunt. My two hands had reached up and I had each of Val's nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
She was pushing into me trying to drive my tongue deeper into her canal.
I felt Seth pull away from my ass. A second later I felt the head of his cock poking my hole. I'm normally a top and don't usually enjoy getting fucked. But at this point all of my norms had long since faded. I sucked on Val's cunt like a wild man and bit softly down on her clit as I felt Seth's cock head push through my ass lips into my canal.
I gasped and he paused. I then resumed eating his girlfriend with a passion and he took this as a sign and slowly pushed his gorgeous cock deeper into my hole. I pushed back against him. That was all the encouragement he needed. He pushed deeper into me and reached up and grabbed my hips. He started to fuck me in and out, his pace increasing. The feeling was indescribable. Pain coupled with pleasure.
I could feel him inside me pushing deep and retracting and then pushing deeper. Soon, I could feel his pubic mound against my cheeks and I knew I had taken him all the way. I pushed back against him and he pushed forward.
I continued to suck on Val's clit, alternating to stick my tongue deep into her vagina, trying to reach her cervix. I went back to licking and sucking her clit while I pushed my index and middle finger of my left hand into her hole. I started finger fucking her, my in-and-out cadence matching the movements of me sucking on her clit and the pounding I was taking in the back.
This went on for a bit and I felt her abdomen tighten. She started convulsing with an orgasm and I encouraged it by continuing to suck and lick her clit. At the same time I could feel Seth pounding me deep. He was holding my hips and pushing me back and forth on his cock. Seconds after Val came I felt him pumping a load deep into my ass.
As his cum splashed into my ass I felt my balls tightening. Seth must have senses I was close because he reached around and started stroking my cock. Within seconds I was shooting volley after volley of young cum into the shag carpeting.
We all collapsed. My face was still in Val's cunt and she was stroking my hair. I felt Seth's cock slowly soften and slip out of my asshole, along with a fair amount of cum. He lay down beside me and lightly played with Val's pubic hair and stroked my face and mouth.
We fell asleep like that.
In a bit of a daze, I awoke to Val shaking my arm and telling me to "wake up." I smiled at her when I came awake and said, "What's going on." She leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. Then she said, "we have to get moving. Seth and I need to leave for work in a little bit."
I looked around and Seth was missing. "He's in the shower," she said.
"Hmmm, a shower," I said, "that sounds nice."
"You can go in after him, Val said. "You can't join him, we don't have time for that." She then leaned down further and sucked on my flaccid cock.
Standing up, she said, "C'mon, get a move on. We want to drop you off out by I 90 before we go to work, so if you want to get cleaned up before you get on the road, you need to do it now."
I stood up and stretched. My ass hurt, I won't lie. I don't bottom as a rule so this was a new experience for me. I followed Val down the hall to the bathroom and Seth came out, wrapped in a towel, just was we got there. We smiled at each other and I knew we were both thinking the same thing, but Val stopped us in our tracks and said: "We don't have time for anything, boys."
Reluctantly, I went into the shower and got cleaned up. I realized that I had left my pack in the car, so I had no clean clothes to change into. I opened the door and let a big cloud of steam into the hallway. Piled beside the door were the clothes I had been wearing the day before. They had obviously been washed and dried. I got dressed and wandered up to the kitchen.
Val handed me a plate with toast on it and a cup of coffee. "What's the deal with my clothes," I asked. "Oh," Val said, "you're welcome. I threw them in the washer and dried them when I woke up a couple of hours ago."
I laughed because she was acting a little pouty at the way I asked the question: "How can I ever thank you," I asked. She smiled and said: "maybe someday we have an encore of that tongue bath you gave me early this morning."
There was no awkwardness. We were kids and we had had fun and now it was time to move on. We each finished our breakfast and coffee and within a half hour I was starting to walk up the on-ramp to route 90, heading west.
It was early and most of the traffic was probably local commuter traffic, so I didn't get a ride right away. I walked for about a mile and sat under an overpass, to get out from the sun, which had been slowly rising in the sky. I was just about to get up and put my thumb out again when a white Ohio state trooper cruiser pulled up under the overpass, the famous flying wheel emblazoned on the side.
The car pulled over, the Trooper got out of the driver's side and walked around the front of the car. "What's up," he asked. "Just trying to get to Chicago," I replied. He was in his twenties, probably only a few years older than me. He had his cap on, but he wore his hair probably a little longer than regulation, so that it touched his collar. He was impressive in his uniform. He filled it out nicely.
He asked me where I was coming from and was impressed when I told him that I'd left the Albany area the morning before. He noted that I had made good time. He asked me if I'd slept under the bridge the night before. I told him that I hadn't. For some reason I did not want to mention that I'd spent the night in a house with a young boy and a girl around my age, so I lied and told him that I'd slept in a bus station in Toledo.
"That sucks," he said.
I was getting nervous. He had been nice enough, but it was as illegal back then to be a pedestrian on an interstate highway as it is today. I'd never been arrested for hitchhiking, but there was always the first time. And I really didn't know where this was going to go.
"Well," he said, "I've just finished my shift and am heading home. I live outside of Montpelier, which is a about an hour from here and close to the Indiana line. If you want, I can run you down the road to the state border."
I was amazed. This had never happened before. I quickly accepted, stood up and grabbed my bag. He walked in front of me and opened the trunk. I admired his ass then I threw my bag in. I usually kept it close to me but it's amazing what a uniform will do to you: when he opened the trunk and nodded at my bag, there was no way I was going to contradict him.
After I threw my bag in and he shut the trunk he opened the passenger side rear door. "Sorry," he said, "I can't let you ride up front. In fact, it would be great if you could try to keep your head as low as possible in the back." I got it. He was worried that if one of his colleagues saw him with someone in the car, questions might be asked. I'm sure helping hitchhikers on their way was not exactly department policy.
I got in and did as he asked: I slunk low in the seat, which was not hard to do. There was mesh between the back seat and the front seat, but we were able to talk as we drove along. He got in the front, picked up the microphone and said "Car 767 is 10-10." "Have a good day, Jimmy" a voice on the radio replied.
He asked me questions about what I was doing. I told him about my wanderlust and that my immediate goal (for now) was to get to Evanston, IL. I asked him about being a cop. He told me he had served four years in the Army. When he got out at age 22 it seemed natural to join the cops. He didn't want to be a local cop, so he applied to be a State Trooper. He didn't get selected right away and ended up taking a job on the force in the town he grew up in. But he kept trying and about two years earlier had had been selected.
"I love to drive," he said, "and my patrol is a pretty long stretch of this highway. The only think that sucks," he said, "is that my back, ass and legs are pretty much a throbbing mess by the end of an eight-hour shift."
I certainly got the "aching ass" thing, but for a reason I didn't think he'd appreciate!
As we drove on he told me more about himself. He had been raised by his Dad and was an only child. His Dad passed away about two months after he graduated from the police academy. He had cancer. They were both glad that he had lived long enough to see him graduate. He told me he lived alone in the house he grew up in.
As we drove on, he groaned. "I've got this aching pain in my lower lumbar. They're in the process of upgrading the fleet, but for now I'm stuck in this hand-me-down cruiser and I'm afraid the seat has seen better days."
"You need a massage," I said.
"Yea," I bet that would help.
My observation wasn't entirely innocent. I had once seduced a guy in Albany by offering to give him a massage. That had ended poorly--when I grazed his balls with my hand, he told me we should probably end the massage there. The guy in Albany had been nice about it and I think he probably wanted to go further, but for whatever his own reasons, he just couldn't do it.
So, in bringing up a massage, I actually did have an ulterior motive. I did not, however, think there was a snowball's chance in hell that this would lead anywhere.
"But not a lot of places to get a massage in Holiday City, which is actually the closest town to me. And I don't get over to Toledo center all that much. I've never had a massage. I bet it would feel great."
This was like throwing me a softball right down the middle of the plate. "I've actually worked as a masseuse while I was in Albany," I said. This was a lie. I had no training and no experience as a masseuse. But my cock was already stirring at the idea of seeing this solid guy semi-naked (naked??) on a bed.
"I'd be more than happy to help you out as a way to thank you for the ride," I said.
"Really?" he asked, aren't you in a hurry to get to Evanston.
"Nah," I replied, "I'll get there when I get there, and I'd actually feel good about helping you out, especially if you drop me off at the Indiana border after we finished," I said with a laugh in my voice.
He didn't say anything and we drove on in silence for a few minutes. I couldn't tell if he'd just decided to drive on or if he was thinking about my offer. In another minute, however, I found out what he was thinking because I saw a sign for "Holiday City" and he moved his cruiser into the right lane.
"I'm game," he said, "if you really mean it."
"I do," I said. "Seriously, you picking me up is completely unexpected and I'm guessing it's not something that you either do regularly or is encouraged, so I would like to pay you back. If you like it, then you'll know it's something that can help you out when you've got pain."
We drove off the highway and soon we were on a two-lane road heading south. I had no idea where we were. We drove on for about 20 minutes when he slowed again and took a left onto what looked like a dirt road. It turned out to be his driveway, which was about 200 feet long and ended at his house, which was hidden from the road by the cornfield in front.
We had continued to talk on the drive to his house. He told me about growing up in rural Ohio and I traded stories about growing up in the suburbs of Boston. I groaned when he brought up the '75 Red Sox but told him how happy I was in '76 when the Big Red Machine swept the dreaded Yankees in four. "At least," I said, "we went seven against your Reds."
He stopped the car and came around the back to let me out. I got out of the car and stretched my back. It was quiet, save for birds singing. We were truly in the middle of nowhere. I asked him if I could get my bag out, explaining that I preferred to work in a t-shirt and gym shorts, rather than the jeans and shirt I had on.
He opened the trunk and handed me my bag.
It was a bright day and warm. We went into the house through the back kitchen door. He left the inside door open. There must have been a window open at the opposite end of the house somewhere because I could feel a slight breeze coming in through the screen and sailing by me.
I noted for him that some things were universal--only formal company and salesmen use the front door, my mother used to say. We laughed at that.
He poured me a glass of water from the kitchen faucet and got himself a glass. It was the coldest, freshest water I could ever remember drinking. I told him I must have been really thirsty because it tasted so great. "You might be thirsty," he said, "but that water is from our well and I don't know of any water I've ever had that tasted as good."
We talked about logistics. I told him that it would be best if we did the massage on a bed. I followed him to his bedroom. Along the way he pointed to a bathroom and asked me if I needed to use it. I did. I also changed in there, pulling of my jeans and slipping on my gym shorts. I was, of course, commando so my cock and balls flopped around inside.
I came out and he was standing in a bedroom at the end of the hall. I figured I needed to take charge, so I told him to strip down as far as he was comfortable. I watched as he unbuttoned his uniform shirt and put it on the back of a chair. He then bent over and pulled his boots off, placing them beside the bed. His socks came next and then he unzipped his pants and put them on the same chair.
He stood in front of me--a veritable BVD model. He had a white t-shirt on that was tucked into a pair of tighty whiteys. His muscles showed through the t-shirt. His thighs were solid and were tight against the legs of his underwear. I tried not to be obvious but may have stared a second too long at the cock pouch of his underwear. What was apparently a very nice sized cock was curled up behind there.
"This is all about what makes you comfortable," I said, "but you might have a better massage if you took the t-shirt off."
He nodded as if confirming that made sense and pulled the shirt up and rolled it over his head. I felt like I could cum right then.
For a split second the t-shirt covered his face and his arms were stretched up toward the ceiling. He seemed to hold the pose for a second and I admired his body. He obviously worked out. His stomach muscles were clearly defined. His entire torso tapered down to a narrow waist. His pecs were rock solid, and his nipples were hard and high. He had luxurious hair growing dense under both arms. It was all I could do not to move quickly forward and lick him from belly button up to each underarm.
The moment passed and he stood in front of me in his underwear.
He stood there looking at me, as if waiting for my next direction.
"Are you comfortable like that?" I asked. "Sure," he said. "Ok," I replied. Do you have some towels and maybe some baby oil or similar lotion around.
He walked past me out into the hall and came back carrying two towels that he had retrieved from the hall closet. He was also carrying a bottle of Johnson's baby lotion that had been in the bathroom.
I took one of the towels and laid it out on the bed. I put the lotion on the bedside table.
"You have an excellent body," I said. "You must work out a lot."
"About 3 or 4 times a week. I work on my arms, legs and torso."
"It shows," I responded. "And I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and "no" is certainly an answer, but I notice that your thighs are so big that they are stretched tight at the legs of your underwear. Can I make two suggestions: you might consider wearing boxers, if you feel the need to wear underwear and you might consider taking them off for this massage. I think you'll be more comfortable."
He smiled at me. He was a few inches taller than me, at about 6 feet, and so looked down at me slightly. "You sure you're ok with that," he asked.
"Yep," I said, "and I can drape this towel over your midsection if you want."
He thought about it for a few seconds and with a little nod of his head he pushed his thumbs in on either side of his BVDs and rolled them down his leg.
I couldn't help but gasp. His cock was about 5" and it was flaccid. He had low hanging balls that fell below his cock. And he had a magnificent black bush that rose up above his groin and tapered into a pleasure trail that headed up to his belly button.
He ignored my gasp and then he lay down on the bed. I draped the towel over his buttocks but before I did, I noted that his rounded globes were each the size of a ham and looked rock hard. He was naked but for the towel and stretched across his bed.
I walked around to the far side and took his right foot into my hand. It was warm and a little damp, but it was clear that he took care of himself: no rough spots, his skin felt silky smooth from the heel up to the tip of each toe. I rubbed the arch, pulling his bent leg into my stomach and concentrated my rubbing on his heel, arch and toes. I rubbed and pulled for a while and then repeated my actions with his other foot.
I then took his left calf in hand and started to massage it. I kept the pressure light--I didn't want to exert any paid--and worked my hands back and forth up to his knee and down to his ankle, over and over again. I leaned forward and massaged the back of his thigh, spreading my hands out and contracting them over the surface of his leg. He had downy soft hair that covered his thighs and ran up under the towel. I alternated my rubbing motion with some circular rubbing and light trailing of my fingers. My hands danced right up to the edge of his towel but stopped there.
I then walked around to the end of the bed and focused my attention on his other leg. I could get in closer and rubbed him massaged his leg from the ankle up to the thigh and down again. I then focused on his thigh with my hand moving down on either side and pulling and pushing the muscle to loosen it up.
My hand worked its way higher toward the towel. I got closer and hesitated. I wanted to let my hands stray up under the towel to graze his crack and maybe even his balls, which I could see pressed between his lower body and the bed. But I was scared. This guy could easily kick the shit out of me but that might be the least of what he might do if he didn't like what I was doing. He could arrest me for assault, or so I thought, and I could spend some time in a jail cell somewhere. Or he could even shoot me with one of the many guns I assumed were stored around his place, burying me in an imagined hole at the back of his farm.
While all of these thoughts were swimming through my young brain my hand continued to knead and rub his upper thigh, dangerously close to the edge of the towel. He gave me no signal one way or another on what I should do next. Without thinking, on one of my passes my left hand slipped up under the towel and grazed his left cheek, with my knuckles gently grazing the cleft that headed down the valley to what I imagined was a delectable hole.
I heard him sigh. It was brief but it was clear. I wasn't sure that he wanted me to go further but was sure he hadn't yet jumped up and demanded that I stop or spun around and punched me in the face.
So, I let both hands travel up together to form an "O" around his left globe. He sighed again, this time more deeply. My cock had already started to grow hard and now it was jutting straight out from my shorts, as my hands continued to massage his ass.
Throwing caution to the wind, I picked up the towel and tossed it to the floor. This time his sigh was even more audible. He then did something I wasn't expecting: he spread his legs apart giving me better access to the inside of his thighs and his asshole.
This was all the encouragement I needed. I prized open his ass crack by separating both cheeks and then pushed them back together. My hands then traveled down to his asshole, which was clean and covered with very soft and velvety smooth black hair. I parted the hair with my fingertips and his pink hole winked up at me. It was tight. I leaned in and let a string of saliva fall from my mouth to moisten the area and started to rub the moisture in.
His sighs gave way to outright groans of pleasure. He kept his legs apart and swung his left arm back and under his stomach. He pushed his rock-hard cock down and straight toward his feet so that I was now seeing his cut monster in all its glory. It was fine. It had to be about 8" or more. It was beautifully cut and, as I said, pointing straight down to his feet.
As I rubbed his asshole with one hand my other hand reached down and tickled the bottom side of his cock, up and down. I then grabbed his cock and gave it a few quick tugs, just as a way of letting him know what was to come.
But I didn't go further with his cock. Instead, my hands wandered their way back topside to find his ass cheeks and I began to rub. I moved up to his lower back. My hands were rubbing in a circular motion--wax on, wax off--as they applied pressure to his lats and lumbar muscles. Moving up and down his back, hitting his traps and deltoids. I leaned in a bit to get to his right side and was able to hit all parts of his back.
I reached up under his right arm and at the same time reached up under his left arm, silently indicating he should stretch his arms up over his head. I massaged his arm pits a little and played with that dark pit hair a lot.
I moved along the bed so that now my crotch was inches away from the top of his head. I massaged his neck and his shoulders, leaning in to get further back down his spine. I and massaged his scalp. His black hair was silky smooth to the touch. I was running my hands through his hair, making no pretext at actual massage, lost in the feeling when I swayed forward and my erect cock touched his head.
I froze for a second. Had I finally gone too far? As I was thinking this, both of his hands came up from his sides. I watched in wonder as he tugged my gym shorts down to free my cock. I was commando, of course, so once my shorts got past my dick and dropped to the floor, I was free and clear.
All pretense was, of course, now gone. He wanted what I wanted, and we were both going to get it.
I rolled my t-shirt up over my head so that I was now completely naked. As I did this, his left hand found my cock and began to stroke while his right hand found my balls. I staggered a bit at his touch.
We had as of yet not said a word to each other so I was a little surprised when I heard him whisper "I'm so glad you came home with me."
Smiling, I grabbed his left shoulder and lifted, indicating to him that I wanted him to roll over.
He did and I was now standing with my cock over his forehead and looking down at an exquisitely muscled young body. His chest was finely sculpted with a bit of cleavage running down between both pecs. His nipples were small and round and hard as pebbles. His stomach was flat with a nice sixer showing. He had a nice little belly button from which a dark black pleasure trail led to a thick thatch of bushy black pubic hair. His cock was now fully erect, its wonderful cock head level with his belly button, looking up at me as if asking to be kissed.
I rubbed his pecs and played with his nipples. But I think we both knew the massage façade was over because he lifted his arms--exposing again his luxuriant patch of black hair under each arm--toward my hips, grabbed me and with a remarkable ease he lifted me from the floor and swung me up on the bed, so that my knees landed on either side of his ears. My cock and balls were directly above his face.
He grabbed my cock and pulled it toward his mouth. I thought I would faint when I felt his lips close around the cock head, his tongue swirling around the bottom of my cock, the frenulum, surely the most sensitive spot on my body.
I let my body fall to the left and his mouth hung on to my cock, following me as I stretched my body on his port side. My face landed by his hips just as his cock swung around. I didn't miss a beat--taking that shaft immediately through my lips. I didn't try to take him all down. Instead, like him, I concentrated my efforts on his cock head. My lips kissing his helmet while my tongue licked the underside of his cock and swirled around the front at a feverish rate. I let my tongue out so it was fully extended and laid it across his cock, rubbing it from the tip to the base over and over again. My hands had found his balls and were jiggling them and grinding them and pulling them, only taking one hand away for a few seconds to traipse my fingertips through his thick black public hair.
I inhaled the deep aroma of this guy, smelling the sweat and funk and breathing in deeply.
He was not idle. He had my entire cock buried in his mouth. He had found my asshole with his fingers and was probing. I'm not sure how I felt about him entering--I was still throbbing from the pounding I'd taken from Seth a few hours before--but I had no ability to stop him. He took his hand away and I heard him lick and suck his fingers, so I knew what was going to come soon. Before I had a chance to say "no" or even consider stopping him, his left middle finger had entered my hole. It hurt for a millisecond and then I welcomed his probing. He was no amateur. He was clearly acquainted with the nut and knew what would happen when he found it.
As he sucked my cock his fingers (now two of them) probed my ass and stroked my prostate.
I returned the favor, sinking down lower on his cock until I had it mostly down my throat while my two fingers entered his ass in search of his G spot.
Soon we were both sucking and fingering each other, in a matching cadence. I had finally been able to take him down my throat and was breathing in his marvelous pubes. I inhaled deeply while I sucked.
I could feel myself starting the build up to what would be surely a huge blast of creamy cum. I sensed he was there too. I did not want his cum to just slide down my throat; I wanted it in my mouth. So, I backed off his stem and started to once again lick and suck the head and its underside. He did the same to me. We both each continued to probe the little nut.
Soon, it was too much for each of us and simultaneously we arched toward each other and started to blow wads of thick cum into each other's mouth. My mouth filled with his cum. It tasted sweet, which is always a treat. Although if it had been salty that would have been fine too.
I felt him licking the cum off my cock as I slowly slipped from his lips, and I did the same to him.
Soon both our cocks were lying beside each other's cheek--both of them wetter than hell. I saw a little dew drop of cum at the top of his cock and my tongue, on its own volition, snuck out from my lips and licked it off. It was so good.
We dozed for a bit. I woke up but he was still sound asleep. I remembered that he had worked all night, so I quietly slipped out of bed and, gathered my clothes, and went out through the kitchen to the back door. I looked through the screen to see if anyone was around. Seeing no one, I stepped out completely naked and walked over and sat down on a lawn chair. The sun was hot, so I dragged the chair back under the shade of a short overhang. I enjoyed listening to the birds singing and dozed off myself, completely naked, sitting in that chair.