THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my fantasies. Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental. Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between consenting gay adults. If this type of material offends you, do NOT read further.
However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY!
CHAPTER 1
I had looked forward to this vacation for months. Four weeks of rest, relaxation, and miles from anyone I knew. I was finally on my way to 'see the world!' Or, at least the lower eastern part of the United States.
I was all packed up in my rented A-Class motor home and was on the road. It wasn't until the 'third leg' of my trip, that I discovered I knew absolutely nothing about vehicle maintenance...
"Sput...sput...sputter..." The engine whined and coughed before dying out.
I was in the middle of nowhere, or what I thought was nowhere. As I pulled the large boxy RV over to the side of the I-75 freeway, I noticed the friendly road sign, declaring that I had now entered the town limits of Calhoun, Georgia.
The RV rolled to a stop, and although I gave the engine several good turns of the starter, she was dead.
"Well, ain't this just great?" I yelled out.
The midday sun began to warm the white metal of my rented transportation to a smoldering 90 degrees. Isn't it amazing how fast vehicles heat up when the air conditioner quits?
I hopped out of the driver's seat, opened the side door, only to be greeted by a rush of even warmer air. The automatic step slid out, groaning in a manner that felt much like my own mood. I stepped down and walked to the back of the RV.
Not another car for miles. The freeway, both ways, was as empty as the dry creek beds that lie just beyond me. I kicked the tire out of frustration. I opened the rear compartment, expecting to see smoke or at least an engine. But alas, it was an empty cargo hold. I even looked a second time, not believing my eyes that there was no engine.
It was then that my worst fear had come true. Not only was I a novice at engine repair, I couldn't find the engine to begin with.
I stepped back into the motor home, and slumped into the driver's seat. I smelled something. At first, it was quite faint, but it seemed to be getting stronger.
The memory of burning rubber bands with matches, just to watch them break, suddenly came back to me.
I inched toward the dash board to the slightly raised center section.
I began to laugh. "The engine's in the front, Stupid!"
My laugh didn't last long, as I saw a thin line of white smoke float upward, and then just as quickly disappear.
I hopped out of my seat again, and once outside, moved to the front of the white RV. Finding a latch, I lifted the hood, and the same nasty burned rubber aroma hit my nostrils. I backed up a bit and gasped breath through my mouth, hoping to make the aroma disappear.
I left the hood open, hoping the engine would cool and restart for me. I figured that while I waited, I'd use my cell phone and call one of those towing companies for help. And, while I waited, I'd enjoy a late lunch. After all, what's the point of having a house on wheels, if you aren't willing to eat in it?
I jumped into the RV, slamming the door behind me. I heard the automatic step groan it's way back into place, and scrambled through my belongings for my cell phone.
"Ah ha! There you are, you little bastard!" I exclaimed, grasping the cell phone in hand.
I hit the power button...nothing. I held the button down, and after what seemed like a minute, a faint flashing battery sign appeared, then just as quickly flashed out.
"Ohhhh, aren't you the smart one! Dead battery. Of course!" I threw the phone back into the pile of clothes and slumped down onto one of the 'kitchen seats.'
'Grumble, grumble, gurgle,' my stomach uttered.
"Okay, okay. Can't do anything else anyway." I got up and searched through the mini refrigerator for lunch fixings. I also found the first of a nice six pack of long neck Corona's I had brought along for the trip.
I cracked open the beer, and it's coolness brought instant relief to my parched throat.
"Ahhh! That's better!" I said, before taking another swig of the beer.
In almost no time, I was seated at the table, finishing a late lunch, and already feeling a little better, although still stranded.
I was crumbling the paper napkin as the flashing yellow lights from the rear window caught the corner of my eye. I smiled to myself. "Good timing!"
I opened the side door in time to see the large tow truck grind to a stop at the rear corner, kicking up a dust cloud. I heard the truck door slam and footsteps as my would-be-hero approached me.
As he rounded the corner, my jaw almost smashed the ground. He was something cut directly out of one of those young man gay magazines. Short, dark hair, narrow but clean shaven face, gorgeous green eyes, broad shoulders and strong arms on his shirtless frame. The tattered blue overalls he was wearing left almost nothing of his naked chest to the imagination, and I had to catch myself from tripping over my own chin. He was a damn sight better than anything this 30-year-old had seen on this trip.
"Trouble?" he uttered in a southern drawl that made my knees queasy. I was certain this chiseled God was no more than 19, 20 years old tops.
Doing the best I could to compose myself, I finally uttered, "Um, yeah. Damn thing just died. No warning or anything. I tried restarting it, but no luck."
He stepped closer and then stopped.
I realized I was blocking his path. "Oh...he he, sorry." I moved aside to let him pass, but paid special attention to the loose openings on the sides of his overalls.
He moved the front of the RV, leaned into the open hood, took a deep breath and smiled, as though he knew instantly what was wrong.
Of course, I was his new shadow, almost bumping him.
"I'll have to open 'yer engine," he said, backing from the hood.
I looked at him, kind of puzzled.
"Inside," he said, pointing at the window.
"Oh. Yes, of course." I said, leading the way inside the RV.
Once inside, he moved to the dash and kneeled down on the floor, looking at both sides of the raised center section.
I moved in closer, peeking into the side openings again. I was certain, that if he was wearing any underwear, they were bikinis because there was no sign of a waistband.
"Ere we go," he said, unlatching two black coupling belts, and then jarring loose the center section. As soon as he pulled the cover off, I realized why I had smelled the aroma so strongly at the driver's seat.
The engine was now fully exposed. He set the cover on the passenger seat, and kneeled in closer, bending over the engine. He was there a good long time, and I took full advantage of the time. My eyes fully scanning his strong body and admiring the firmness of his ass, outlined by the blue denim. I moved my eyes upward, to the soft white skin that glistened under his straps.
My dick jumped as I caught sight of his dark but sparse patch of underarm hair, now moistening with sweat.
"Sure is hot today," I commented, readjusting the rising bulge in my shorts.
"This ain't nuthin'," he grunted as he adjusted his body to peer closer in. "Usually gets upwards a hundred, hundred and ten."
This new angle allowed an exquisite view of his left nipple, broad and red, with only a few faint hairs encircling it.
Beads of sweat had begun to form on his frame, and only made him seem more Godly than before.
My mouth began to water, and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch his exquisite chest.
My trance was broken when he yelled, "Oh yeah, thought so!" He leaned in a little closer and then said, "Yep, there it is. Well, at least now you know."
"Know? Know what?" I said, not seeing what he was seeing.
"Burned wiring harness. Fried a good six or seven different lines against the manifold."
"Well, can you fix it?"
"Sure. But not here. I'll have to tow it back to the shop. Good thing for you, I was coming back to town from lunch. You could have been stuck out here for days."
"I am glad." I smiled at him, as my eyes scanned him again.
He began to back up and bumped his ass into my leg. "Whoa. Sorry 'bout that."
"Guess I'm in your way." I smiled again, moving from the seat. "I'm Russell Gribbs," I said, sticking out my hands. "My friends call me Rusty."
"Well, nice to meet you, Rusty. Name's Zak. Zachary Michael Townsend, to be specific, but everyone round here just calls me Zak."
"Zak it is." I said with a wide grin, lost in his eyes like some school kid with a crush on his new teacher.
"Well, let's get you hooked up and outta here." Zak pronounced, bounding down the step.
I stood there for a moment, trying once again to collect myself, as Zak moved his tow truck around to the front and backed in into place for hooking it up.
Once secured to the tow truck, we jumped into the cab and headed for town.
As we drove along, I couldn't help but stare at him. The movement of the truck made his loose overalls move about and allow me plenty of opportunities to see his gorgeous body. I wasn't about to miss any one of them.
We made small talk along the way, and as usual, my curiosity got the best of me. "So, Zak? I'll bet your girlfriend must get pretty jealous. What, with you out here saving people all the time. I mean, I'll bet you've seen some pretty crazy stuff."
Zak laughed out loud, causing his ripped tummy to tense. "Yeah, you could say I've seen some crazy stuff. But, I don't have to worry about no woman holding me back from getting into the fun."
His eye met mine for the first time, and I just about lost my load right there.
"Really?" I said, almost stuttering. "What...he he...what was the craziest thing you ever saw out here?"
Zak laughed again. "I knew that was coming. Well, now let's see..." He thought for a moment, and I swear I could see his crotch begin to rise. I blinked twice trying to be sure. "Well, that would have to be the time my buddy Burnsey and I were answering a call real late one night. See? There was this city fella from up north...New York or something, I guess. Anyway, he got stuck out here...bad alternator I remember. We pulled his big Buick back to the shop and got him all fixed up. 'Cept one problem."
"Problem? What kind of problem?" I asked, urging him to continue his story.
"Well, he was so smart and so slick that he gone and left his house without his wallet. I think he had all of twenty cents on him." Zak said, laughing again.
"So then..." I was afraid to ask, but had to know. I'd heard about these small towns and the things they'll make you do if you can't pay a debt. "How did he pay for the repair?"
"Oh me and Burnsey made him pay all right!" Zak chuckled, only this time not as loudly, as the memory of that day swamped his thoughts.
I peeked at his crotch again, only this time there was no question, Zak was sporting a very nice rock hard boner. Despite the loose overalls, I was sure he was carrying 8 or 9 sold inches of man meat.
"So...how'd you make him pay the bill?" I prodded again.
"Well..." Zak hesitated as if unsure he wanted to reveal his little secret payment process. By now, I was sporting my own full on erection, and Zak's eyes caught the outline. "Well, we took that good old boy and we sat him in the office chair."
Zak eyed me to reaction before continuing. "Then, Burnsey goes first." Zak stopped, took in a deep breath and starting howling with laughter. "Man, you should have seen that guy's eyes when Burnsey whipped out his dick right in front of the guy!"
Well, that was it. If my dick had any hope of returning to its sullen state, that hope was gone.
Zak gasped for breath again, and howled, "He told that fat fuck that if wanted his car back, he's gonna have to suck off both him and me!" Zak laughed out again, and although I was smiling, I wasn't sure where this was leading.
Strangely, I was incredibly turned on. Although I have no clue what this 'Burnsey' guy looked like, sucking off Zak would have been pure pleasure.
Zak slowed his laughing, and even reached down to readjust the uncomfortable boner he was sporting. "Oooo, that boy did it too. Sucked Burnsey and me real good." Zak looked over at me and then down to my shorts. "Hell, Man, a rebuilt ain't worth but forty bucks anyway. Worth every penny."
I decided right then that I'd bury my wallet deep into one of the cabinets of that RV and hope for the same reward!
I was about to ask what happened next when Zak pointed out the window and said, "Well, here we are," as he pulled up into the large driveway of what looked like a deserted gas station. "Home sweet home." Zak chuckled again.
Zak pulled the chain above his head, sounding the loud air horns, and then jumped out of the cab.
As I stepped down, a rather stout gentleman appeared at one of the two garage doors. "Watcha got, Zak?" The gentleman asked.
"Burned wire harness, Burnsey." Zak yelled back, preparing to unhook the RV.
My eyes quickly darted to 'Burnsey.' Burnsey was clearly older than Zak, in his thirties, I was sure. A bit rounder than Zak, but not rotund. Thin dark hair, and unshaven face, clearly showed that Zak was the well groomed of the two.
Still, Burnsey had a rough and tumble quality about him that made him attractive in his own right.
Burnsey stepped closer to us and eyeing me said, "Rental, ain't it?"
I was shocked. "Yeah, how'd you know?"
Burnsey began chuckling and pointed at the license plate frame, which read, 'Bill's RV Rentals.'
"Boy, you city folk don't miss a trick do ya?" Burnsey laughed again, as Zak joined in. "All right, let's see what we got inside." Burnsey walked back into the garage and I stayed near Zak as he continued to unhook the two vehicles.
He could read my disconcern on my face. "Aww, don't mind Burnsey. He's all right. Closest thing to an older brother I've ever had. He watches out for me."
It was a sensitive side to Zak I hadn't seen before.
"Head's up! I'm lettin' 'er down." With that, Zak pulled a lever and the RV came crashing down.
"Geez!"
"I know...heavy fucks, ain't they?" Zak chuckled. Zak leaned down to unhook one of the chains, and with the angle of the sun, I could see perfectly into his overalls. I was certainly right about him not wearing any underwear. His hip came into view, and it took everything I had not to scream out in lust.
I think Zak could feel I was staring and lingered in this position a little longer than he needed to. Finally, he turned his head to catch me staring, and smiled at me. "You might want to back up. I need to lift the catcher."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry." I blushed and moved from between the two vehicles.
Zak and Burnsey went straight to work on the huge RV, as I settled into their office, watching a mindless old movie on a crusty black and white TV. I occasionally would stand and peek through the window to check on their progress. Actually, I was hoping to catch a few more glimpses of Zak, but the two focused on their work more diligently than another garage I'd ever seen back home.
"Whatdya' know...I was right." Zak giggled.
"About what?" Burnsey asked, as he sat up from the engine.
"Check it out." Zak held up one of my gay magazines he had found in one of the magazine pockets of the RV. "I knew he was a dick-sucker by the way he kept staring at me."
"You're the dick-sucker! Now put that back before you get caught." Burnsey scolded Zak. "Just cuz he's got some fag mag don't make him one. You know that."
Zak reluctantly placed the magazine back into the pocket.
"Now get over here and help me loosen these wires."
Zak knelt down beside Burnsey and tried to loosen the wires.
"I'm sorry, Kid. Look, I just don't want you getting into trouble, all right?" Burnsey patted Zak on the butt. "We got each other, and that's all we need."
"You're right, Burnsey. I'm sorry."
"Look, if you really want to know if this guy's like us, here's what you do..."
The fan on the soda machine kicked on and sort of startled me. It was as though it was saying, 'Look at me...nice cold drinks...yes, you want one, don't you?...buy one...come on.'
I gave in, and fished two quarters from my pocket.
Ka-chink, ka-chink. The coins slipped down the machine, and I pushed the button.
As the can tumbled its way down the machine, the fan stopped, satisfied that another customer had made his purchase.
"It won't be too long now," Zak said from behind me.
"Oh. Okay, thanks." I said, opening the soda. I lifted the can as though throwing a toast. "To your health."
Zak smiled and stretched his arms way above his head. My eyes scanned his body. My eyes locked on his two dark pits, and I knew that if it weren't for the denim straps, his overalls would have easily fallen from his body. "Working in this heat sure does give you a powerful thirst."
"Would you like some?" I held up the soda.
"Thanks." Zak said, letting one of the straps fall from his shoulder. I watched as he guzzed a drink, and then rubbed his hand across his belly. My eyes followed every movement, and my crotch made movements of its own. "Well, better get back to work if I'm going to finish this today. Thanks for the drink."
"You're welcome," I said taking the can from his grip, as our fingers brushed against each other.
That fleeting moment sent electricity directly to my dick, causing it to come back to life.
Back at the RV...
"Well?"
"You were right, Burnsey. His eyes were glued on me like whiskers on a cat!" Zak was beaming with pride in himself. He knew I was gay, and Burnsey's 'test' only confirmed it.
"Told ya...it's a sure way to know every time!" Burnsey chuckled. "Here, hold this in place. I gotta get a 3/16th's."
The clock read 5:45 when I heard the RV fire up again. I jumped from my chair, giddy with excitement, and also a little nervous. I was having second thoughts about my 'disappearing wallet.'
Just about then, Zak walked in. "Well, she's all done."
"That's great, Zak. Thanks."
"Let me just tell Burnsey you're ready to pay."
I slipped my hand into my back pocket. "Ummm, Zak?"
"Yeah?" Zak answered, turning to me.
My face began to redden. "You're not going to believe this..." I said, still fumbling through my pockets.
Zak smiled and turned back around, heading for the garage.
Well, this was it. I had decided to go for it. If it turned ugly, I'd make a rather dramatic search in the RV, and come up with the wallet. For now, my curiosity and horniness were driving this deal.
Soon the engine cut off, and I heard Burnsey and Zak return to the office. "So? He's looking for the 'extended payment plan,' eh?" Burnsey yelled out, just outside the office.
As he burst through the door, I was suddenly feeling as though I couldn't go through with it.
"Zak here tells me you can't pay for my hard work." Burnsey glared into my eyes, and I could feel my dick shrinking.
"No, no...I can pay...it's just..." I began scrambling my pockets again. "I know I had it with me. I hope I didn't lose it on the roadside."
"Zak, lock the door. Seems we got ourselves a service boy for the night!"
Zak smiled and locked the door.
"Service Boy?" I asked.
"You see, Service Boy, we here in Georgia don't take kindly to people running through our town thinking we're so stupid to give free service."
"No, no, of course not."
"Shut up!" Burnsey pushed me into the chair, and Zak unsnapped one of his straps. "See, everybody's gotta pay. Some pay with cash, some with credit cards, but then there's the service boys..." Burnsey leaned in and I could almost feel his scruffy face against mine. "Service boys pay in other ways!" Then, he got the widest yet evilest grin.
Burnsey stood up, moved his still dirty hands down to his belt and began to undo it, all the while his eyes were locked on mine. "So, Service Boy? Ready to start paying your debt?" Burnsey didn't wait for an answer. In what seemed like mere seconds, he had his pants down, and his fat hard cock stuffed between my lips.
Burnsey was not about foreplay, and as I tried to adjust my jaw, I could still taste on his dick, a mixture of the day's sweat, piss remnants and a slippery precum that only illustrated how much this was turning him on.
"Oh yeah, Zak, you're right...we've got a real dick sucker here. Look at him munch on my cock. You like that, don't you, Service Boy? Yeah, suck that cock clean." Burnsey talked as he held the back of my head, pulling me closer and closer to his pubic hair.
I inhaled deeply and his man musk was intoxicating. I much prefer a clean-showered cock to suck on, but Burnsey's musky smell was a new aroma that was very erotic.
I did my best to work his fat cock into my mouth, as Burnsey pulled me closer in a desperate attempt to bury his thick 8 1/2 in cock into me.
"Come on, Service Boy, you can take it all. You know you can. That's it, swallow my cock...mmm, Zak, you're gonna like this one!"
From the corner of my eye, I could see Zak moving closer to us, his overalls already kicked aside. When he came into my view, my own dick began to leak, as I saw his gorgeous body before me; his hand already working his uncut tool to full length.
"That's it, Service Boy," Burnsey barked at me, "Work my dick. Work it..." His voice trailed off, and I could tell by his movements that he was approaching the peak of his impending orgasm.
I did my best to relax my throat, and I closed my eyes in the effort to keep from gagging.
It was then that I felt Burnsey pull me tighter and slip that thick head into my throat. There was no doubt in my mind; Burnsey was going to unload directly into my stomach.
I did my best to breath between pushes and Burnsey finally let loose. I almost chocked, but Burnsey held me tight, as I held my breath, and swallowed wave after thick wave of Burnsey's nut cream.
"Fuck yeah, Service Boy...take it all..."He yelled out, forcing one final shot into my throat before releasing his iron grip on my head, and slipping his cock from my mouth. "Lick it clean!" He ordered, holding his dick in front of me. "I said, lick it!" He pulled on my head again, and I stuck out my tongue, licking the last few drops from his piss slit. "Yeah, Service Boy here is a real dick sucker, Zak!"
"Let me try," Zak said, sliding in front of me.
My own dick continued to leak, and began forming a nice wet spot in the front of my light colored shorts.
"Check him out, Zak," Burnsey pointed at my crotch. "Service Boy's gonna blow in his own shorts!" Burnsey chuckled.
Zak moved closer and pressed his uncut dick to my lips. I parted them anxiously, and he slipped inside.
Burnsey had done a good job of preparing me for sucking, and since Zak's dick, although an impressive length, was not as thick. I worked my tongue on the underside of his cock, trying to push back the foreskin. When I finally succeeded, I was rewarded with a dick flavor that almost made me shoot off without touching myself.
It was clear that Zak didn't pull back his foreskin when he pissed, and his precum had loosened and mixed the flavor.
"Come on, Zak...push it in!" Burnsey encouraged.
Zak looked down at me, almost unsure he wanted to proceed. I subtly nodded and he wrapped his fingers around my head, pulling me to his pubes.
I closed my eyes and once again relaxed my throat as Zak's slender but long cock slipped into my throat.
"Fuck, Burnsey...you're right. He likes munching dick as much as I do!" Zak beamed down at me.
That only encouraged me, and I tried to lick the underside of his dick as he began to relentlessly fuck my throat.
Since Zak had been working his dick prior to fucking my face, it wasn't long before he began to pant heavily.
My eyes were closed, but I sprung them open as he yelled out, "Oh fuck yeah!" It was fleeting, but I was able to see Burnsey move in behind Zak, and by the sudden push forward into me, I could tell that Burnsey had shoved his finger into Zak's ass.
"Dump your load, Boy," Burnsey whispered to Zak. "Right down his throat!"
That sent Zak over the edge. Between Burnsey dirty talk, and his finger pressed against his special spot, Zak could no longer hold his passion. He screamed out like a girl, and shot squirt after squirt of his cum into my throat. I wanted desperately to taste his sweet cum, so I forced myself back, as another stream coated my tongue.
"Mmmmm," I softly moaned. The taste of Zak's cum sent me into my own orgasm, as I soaked my underwear and shorts with my own hot cum. I could feel the heavy load coating my balls, as it dripped downward.
When I had finished swallowing the last of Zak's hot load, Burnsey pulled Zak from me and ordered me to stand up. When I gave him a rather confused look, he laughed at me. "Them's a hundred and sixty one dollars worth of parts, Service Boy. You still got some paying to do, and I'm just about ready to collect!" He pulled on his dick, which was once again stiffening up.
I did as he instructed and stood from the chair, my cum soaked shorts clinging to me.
"See? I told ya he'd shoot in his shorts! Dick suckers always do that!" Burnsey chuckled. "All right...drop em!" He pointed at my wet shorts.
I looked up at him and then to Zak. Sucking these guys off was one thing, but I wasn't sure I was ready for where this was going now.
"Drop...your...fucking...shorts, Faggot!" Burnsey ordered in a slow motion type of voice that made me feel like an idiot. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and underwear, and in one motion, slid them to the floor. A stream of my cum dripped from my wet balls. "Now, turn around and bend over, Service Boy!"
Slowly, nervously, I turned and faced the armchair. And then, just as slowly, I bent over, exposing my wet ass to them.
Burnsey smacked my right cheek. "Looks like he's already lubed up. I like a Service Boy that thinks ahead!" He chuckled, pressing the head of his hard cock against my hole.
I was sure Burnsey would just push his way into me, like he did my mouth, but instead, he swirled it around my ass, lubing it with my own juice. Then, he pressed it to my tightened hole, and gently pushed.
I couldn't believe he was being so kind.
Zak watched as Burnsey moved a little closer, and pushed a little further.
What I did next was out of pure reflex. By this time, all logic had left me, and I was acting on response. I reached around, grabbed my right ass cheek and parted my ass, giving Burnsey better access.
Burnsey smiled at Zak, nodding down at what I had done. Without saying a word, Burnsey pushed forward, and his dick slid into me. Having gained access, Burnsey didn't stop to smell the roses, and pushed all 8 1/2 inches into me.
The hot pain that raced through my gut made me stand upright and my knees went weak.
"Whoa, Service Boy," Burnsey said, keeping me from falling. "You're not paid up yet." Burnsey pushed me back over the chair, and began a slow and steady rhythm in my ass.
Tears welled in my eyes from the pain, but soon enough, the pain dissipated, and was replaced by a new erotic bliss that can only be described as heavenly.
"Oooo, I can tell this Service Boy's been fucked before, Zak! Nice and smooth!" Burnsey bragged, as he plugged his cock deeper into my gullet.
Burnsey developed a nice strong rhythm and my own dick had begun to return to its glorious erect state. Especially since Burnsey was now repeatedly pressing against my prostate, bringing a continuous stream of precum leaking from my cock. All the while, Zak was working his dick back to life, preparing for his turn at my ass.
I tried to tighten myself around Burnsey's shaft, and that seemed to do the trick, as he held me tightly against him and began to whitewash my inner walls with his thick cum.
"Fuck, Service Boy...your ass is so good!" He finally said, as he drained his balls inside me.
As soon as he was finished, he pulled quickly from me, and I clenched my cheeks together, holding his essence inside me.
"He's all lubed up for you, Kid!" Burnsey slapped Zak on the back, as Zak moved in behind me.
"Are you sure about this?" Zak asked.
"Hell, yeah. He wants it, Kid! Go for it...get a good fuck!" Burnsey pushed Zak closer to me, almost knocking me over.
Zak steadied himself, and pushed his erect dick against me. When I relaxed my ass cheeks, Zak slipped right in, as though my hole and his dick were made for each other.
It took Zak no time at all to build up a nice rhythm and Burnsey's cum provided more than adequate lubrication for my ass. In fact, I could feel a few drips escaping my hole, and coating the base of my balls.
This made Zak's pubic hair stick to me when he pulled from me, only adding to my excitement.
Zak's length caused a constant brushing against my most sensitive spot, and more and more of my clear precum dripped from my dick onto the seat below me.
Zak's breathing increased as did mine, and soon we were panting together.
"Yeah, that's it...fuck that Service Boy!" Burnsey cheered him on, as he watched Zak fuck me.
Burnsey knew just what to do to bring Zak to the edge, and Zak didn't fight it. When Burnsey moved in behind Zak, I knew what was coming next. Or, rather, what was going to cum.
As before, Burnsey slipped his finger into Zak's hole, probing the boy in just the right way.
"Oh, Fuck, Burnsey, I love it when you do that!" Zak screamed out, pushing even deeper into my ass, pressing his pubes to my butt.
Zak suddenly gasped and held his breath, as he held me tightly to his body. I could feel his dick pulsing inside me, unleasing his second cum load into me.
As the heat of his cum washed into me, my own balls tightened and jettisoned its cargo onto the seat below me. Soon a small pool formed and the aroma drifted up to my nose.
Zak pulled from me, and I was too tired to clench my cheeks. The large pool of his cum, mixed with Burnsey's began to slowly drip down my leg.
"Hey!" Burnsey pointed to the chair as I stood up. "Clean it up, Service Boy."
"You mean?" I asked.
"Yeah, with your tongue!" Burnsey ordered, pushing me back down.
I couldn't believe I did it, but I actually licked my own spuge from that seat.
When I was finished I stood up, licked my lips and asked, rather cockily, "So? Am I paid up?"
Burnsey and Zak both began to laugh. "Yeah, I'd say you earned your parts, Service Boy," Burnsey smacked me on the back.
Zak filled the tank on my RV, and as I tried to give him the cash for it, he smiled at me, tilted his head over his shoulder and said, "Burnsey said you overpaid."
I couldn't help myself and I threw my arms around Zak. "I wish I lived in Georgia," I said, as I stepped up in my RV.
"Well, if you're ever in town again, and in need of good service..."
"I know right where to come!" I smiled. I meant it literally and figuratively.
I hope you've enjoyed this short story. I welcome comments and questions, so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com. I have other Nifty stories as well, so feel free to ask for the titles.