Chapter 8
After my shower, the first thing I did was, call Ross, the cop, for some advice. I hoped he wasn't down in his canyon out of reach, and was pleasantly surprised when he answered on the second ring.
"Yeah! Let me pull over and kill the bike. I can't hear you over the engine." I waited, listening to the big bike's pipes rumble through the telephone. When the engine went dead, my ear felt abandoned.
"O.K. what can I do you for?" Geez his voice was sexy.
"Hey Ross, it's me Gerry."
"Hey Gerry! You've changed your mind and are coming back!"
"Sorry bud. Not gonna happen tonight. Listen, I've come up with a little problem I need some help with."
"What happened; you get nailed for speeding?"
"Nothing of the kind. I'm a law abiding citizen except I like a dick up my ass now and then."
"I knew I shoulda busted you for something when I had the chance." I heard him laugh. I explained Joe's predicament in as simple terms as I could, and asked him if he'd be willing to help get this asshole off his young back. He was eager to help, and I told him I'd have all the information together by the next day, and I gave him my motel address and room number and asked him to come into Mesa in full gear.
"I'll be there buddy. I'm pulling a second shift tonight, so one of the other guys could handle some personal crap. I've got tomorrow off. What time do you want me?"
"Anytime pussycat."
"Good, I'll be down there as soon as my shift ends at midnight. Look for me about one thirty or so."
"Listen asshole," I laughed. "I've got to get some sleep sometime. I'll leave the door unlocked, and you can let yourself in quietly unless there's a party going on. If there is, wait outside until it's over, or you'll scare the shit out of my date for tonight if you're in uniform."
"Good. Pick a young one, I wouldn't want any old geezers having a heart attack when I bust in on you. Oh yeah, don't wear him out. I might want a piece when I get there. Remember this damn bike makes me horny, and that's a long ride."
"Don't you worry about anything. I'll keep myself greased and hot on the stove for your poor little excuse for a dick."
"Ho, ho. I'm gonna fuck you up buddy boy."
"Ooo you talk so rough officer."
"Just let me get my dick in you."
"I think I'm gonna faint." He laughed hard.
"See you later babe."
"You too pussycat." I don't know why I'd started calling him pussycat, except when I thought of him, I also got an image of ol' Scudder as well.
I went down the numbers on the beeper discarding the long distance and those too far out of the local area I was in at the moment. I still had a list of twelve calls to return. I wasn't hungry after the food I'd eaten with Joe, so I got my pad out and started calling numbers.
"Hello?" The woman sounded rushed. I wasn't in the mood to play with her much, so I cut it short with some bullshit about a wrong number.
"Hello?" A young man's voice. Very sweet.
"I'm returning a page I got earlier."
"Is this John?"
"No. Do you know John?"
"Not really, a friend gave me this number and told me the guy who would call was named John."
"What are you looking for?"
"Uh, do you give blow jobs?"
"How old are you kid?"
"I'll be eighteen next month." I thought about it briefly.
"Write this number down. Ask for Joe. He lives here in Mesa too. He's your age, and also looking for sex with men. Tell him Gerry gave you the number. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Good luck." I dialed the next number.
"Hello?" A man with a slur in his voice. Obviously in his cups. I stopped the call without answering his greeting.
"Hello?" The voice was hesitant, a little breathless.
"I'm returning a page I got earlier."
"Oh yeah. I don't think I need you anymore. I called another guy, and he's sucking my cock right now. Would you like to talk dirty and listen in on my blowjob to get off?"
"No thanks." I stopped the call.
"Yeah who is it?" Rough trade. I stopped the call.
"This is Harold how may I help you?"
"Are you at work Harold?"
"Oh god no. I can't stop answering the phone that way. Say, who is this?"
"Well, I'm just returning a page I got earlier."
"You're not John."
"No I'm not, but I've got his beeper now. Do you know him well?"
"We've gotten together a few times, but I wouldn't say I know him well. It's just a evening of relaxation and talk. Why?"
"It wasn't a sex thing?"
"Really, who is this? What do you mean a sex thing?"
"I'm not trying to upset you Harold. You sound like a nice guy. I inherited John's beeper. I've been getting a lot of his calls,a lot of which I respond to in a positive way if you get my drift."
"Really? What do you mean positive?"
"Well most of his calls have been from men who I'd call in the closet for one reason or another, and they were using John for some secret sexual release when he was around. I haven't been able to find out what happened to him, but now, I seem to have been chosen however accidentally to become John's replacement."
"I see. I don't know if it's safe to talk to you or not?"
"You're as safe with me as you were with John."
"Well, I'm at a loss. I don't know what to think. I suppose you have a place to meet?"
"I have a motel room, but did John come to your place?"
"He did after the first time. I met him in his RV the first time, but after that he came here."
"Well, Harold, my name is Gerry. You don't really sound like my type, to be honest, but you knew John, and I have found that frequently I turn on to the people who knew him best. I'm trying to get in touch with John to thank him for letting me inherit his beeper. You wouldn't happen to have another way to get in touch with him do you?"
"Actually I may, but I'd never be so indiscrete as to give it to a total stranger."
"I understand, but perhaps you can contact him and ask him to call his old beeper number. Any help you could give me in contacting him would be greatly appreciated."
"I'll think about it."
"Good. So, what's your scene?"
"My scene?"
"What do you like to do sexually?" He drew in a sharp intake of breath. Then there was a long pause.
"John used to...to..."
"Please, I won't be shocked. I believe I've seen pretty much everything going around now a days. You can be frank with me."
"I'm trying. It's difficult for me to acknowledge this side of my personality. I'm ashamed to have to suffer these needs. Without John, I don't know who I'll turn to."
"What's wrong with me?"
"But I don't know you; do I?"
"Didn't you have to take a chance once upon a time to get to know John?"
"I did, but that was different."
"Just why is it different? Maybe we can work something out."
"I answered an ad John had placed. You don't know how degrading an experience with me could be. John was advertising for people like me."
"Try me on it. I promise if it isn't my thing, I'll be up front about it, and won't lead you on under any circumstances."
"Very well. John was a very oral person. I liked to pretend that he was a bitch, and I was her pup. She would lick me everywhere."
"Yeah? So what's so shameful about that?"
"You realize a puppy can not eliminate unless the mother licks the genitals and anus with her big tongue?"
"Oh yeah. I forgot about that. What do you for a living if I may ask?"
"I'm a Veterinarian, and I breed dogs. I think these urges come from spending so much time with bitches and their pups. It's such a loving thing to see a bitch licking her pups genitals and collecting the urine with her big tongue, then turning the pup over and licking its anus to relieve it of is feces which she lovingly swallows."
"I see..."
"Too much to contemplate; am I right?" He sounded disappointed.
"Well, lets put it this way; I've never done anything like it before, but I'm not opposed to giving it a try, if you understand if I'm not up to it, you and I will part gracefully as friends, and you will know that I tried my best."
"You mean you are willing to try?"
"That's what I said."
"Are you available later this evening?"
"I am. Your place or mine?"
"My place is prepared with rubber sheets. It can be messy."
"Give me directions and a time." He cleared his throat, and gave me directions to his house. It was in an older development in central Mesa not far from where my motel was located. He told me he'd specifically picked the house because it was custom built, and the owner who'd actually had it built had a full basement added to the custom design. Basements were a rarity in Arizona.
"Why the basement?" I wondered why he found a basement necessary.
"It's my kennel; you'll see." His voice had what I interpreted as delight in it as I told him I was on my way.
I showered quickly, and threw a number of necessities into my travel bag, and headed for my car. The drive to his house took me less than ten minutes. Harold met me at the door with a dog collar and a leash. He brought me into a back bedroom, and asked me to strip. He stripped at the same time, and I noticed he was extremely under endowed. He admired my big "Nipple" as he called my cock, which hung down flaccid about five inches. He asked me to wear a band around my head that had two long floppy ears attached to it. He also placed an expanding band around my waist that had a fake furry tail attached at the back. He put the collar on my neck, and lead me through the house to a stairwell that descended into the basement from the kitchen. After I started down the stairs, he closed the door and locked it from the inside.
"Expecting visitors?" I asked.
"No. Not at all. I just like to be safe. But, from now on, you must only make dog sounds. No more human sounds please." I puzzled about how to make dog sounds while we descended the stairs. The basement was not finished by any means, just a spacious concrete slab, with the usual things you might find in a basement; washer and dryer, a freezer, some boxes of stored items several book shelves filled with volumes on breeding dogs. In one corner, there appeared to be a very large dog bed completely covered with a large rubber sheet. Harold led me there, and fastened my leash to a hook on the wall. It was nothing I couldn't get out of if I wanted, so I wouldn't exactly call it a bondage situation. He indicated I was to lie down on the dog bed. When he had me positioned like he wanted me, he closed his eyes and began to make the mueling sounds of a new puppy. He blindly struggled and squirmed on the dog bed until he encountered my hairy chest. He began to nuzzle my fur, sucking my skin, licking with his tongue. I got the message, and started to lick his ear and neck.
That must have hit the spot, because he wiggled and squirmed his body so I could reach other parts to lick. In the mean time, my cock was getting stiff as a board. It wasn't long before he found it. He let out a tiny puppy bark, and sucked my dick down his throat like a milking machine on a cow's teat. I moaned and licked his shoulder. He rolled over onto his back, and I began to lick his chest, paying special attention to his nipples. He liked that evidently, because his little prick perked up, and grew to a hard two inches. I got up over him, and began licking his dick. He began squirming under my tongue, and within seconds, was coating my tongue with a thin spurt of milky semen. His cock deflated, if you could call it that, almost before he finished shooting. He didn't seem very excited to be cuming, but I was beginning to get excited about what he was doing to my dick with his mouth. He was really treating it like a puppy sucking a tit, only he had my full nine inches all the way down his throat, and I could feel him swallowing all along my sensitive shaft.
I licked his tiny penis a few more time, and suddenly, he began to urinate in my mouth. I lapped the urine, letting its warm bitter saltiness spread over my tongue. He stopped pissing, and started curling his body up so I could reach his asshole. I started licking his butt cheeks, and gradually worked my way down his asscrack to his little pucker. It only took a swipe or two of my tongue before I tasted something that reminded me of musty peanut butter. At first I withdrew my tongue, and examined the flavor. I decided it was not intolerable, and continued to lick his butthole. He began to squirm and whine, humping his ass onto my tongue and he emptied himself of his bowel movement. He never stopped nursing my swollen cock, and before I knew what was happening, I was suddenly blowing a wad of cum down his throat. He sucked me like the puppy he was, and I gave him a real load of cream.
The whole process hadn't taken more than twenty minutes at the most. He seemed satisfied that he'd gotten what he needed. He helped me clean up, gave me some special gargle to get the taste out of my mouth and off my breath, and led me back upstairs to my clothes. After we were dressed, he took me to the front door, and patted me on the head.
"You'll contact John for me?"
"Of course I will. I'll fax him a note as soon as I get to work tomorrow."
"Do you think I could have his fax number?"
"I'll ask him to respond. He likes his privacy, since he won the lottery, years ago, people harass him for money. While he's generous to a fault, he does not care for the wheedling whining population of people who apparently know he is a lottery winner."
"Very well, I guess I have to wait to hear from him."
"If he responds to me, I'll ask if I can give you his number. You've been very accommodating of my tastes tonight. I'll do my best to let him know he can trust you."
"That's more than I could ask for."
Back in my motel room, I began calling the list of numbers I hadn't reached as yet. It was only a little after nine. Most of them were machines. Their owners must have gotten tired of waiting, and hit the bars or clubs to find some action. On my seventh call, a man answered.
"Who the hell is this?" He didn't sound the least bit angry.
"Why I'm opportunity knocking. Your lucky break. The best thing that's ever happened to you at least today."
"So? Who the fuck is this?" He sounded intrigued now.
"I'm owner of the number you beeped earlier."
"You mean you are the real live cock sucking fool of my dreams?"
"I can be, if that's what you need."
"Well that's what the fucking ad said." John, John I thought. How many kinds of scenes were you into?
"So what's holding you up?"
"Three legs buddy. How about you?" He had a lot of humor in his voice.
"I'm ample enough to suit most guys."
"What's ample; I like at least seven inches."
"So that's where you cut out? Seven inches?"
"No way buddy. I pump out at eleven, and growing." I'd heard of these pump devices, but had never seen one in action.
"So what's taking you so long? I'm stripped naked, laying here on the bed in my motel room about to jack off a load because I don't have anybody to share it with."
"You looking for a jerk off buddy?"
"I prefer to get off in mouths and asses to hands, but it'll do in a pinch. How about you?"
"I do love to fuck and suck and you sound like I'd really like to get it on with your asshole."
"Well come on then and give it a try. I haven't got all night."
"I'm in hog heaven. Where you at buddy?" I told him the motel, and to bring anything he wanted to drink along with him, because I wasn't feeding any of his other bad habits." He laughed, and said he'd be over in a jiffy.
He was right, it took him a little over fifteen minutes before he was knocking on my door. When I let him in, he pushed right by me like a steam roller. He was built like a shit brick house or something along those lines. This guy spent many hours building his muscles on machines that weighed more than a ton. He was sporting a blond buzz cut, and a tiny strapped t shirt that said "Gold's Gym" on it, but it barely covered his massive chest. His thin flannel shorts were barely hiding a hog of a cock that rolled from side to side like a pendulum. His legs and arms were devoid of hair, and I suspected the rest of his body was the same. His beautiful feet were shod in rubber flip flops, and he had a case of beer under one arm like a purse.
"Hi," he said, pumping my hand like a jack on a flat tire. "I'm Lloyd. My brother's name is Floyd. Bet you can't guess we're twins." I grinned at him stupidly.
"What do you mean?" I looked over his massive shoulder, and a second identical monster was standing in the door grinning. I felt limp. My god, I thought, two of these loose in the world could wreak havoc on half the fag population on both coasts and all of it in between. They were beauties, and I'm afraid I was drooling a little.
"You guys are...gay?" I was able to stammer.
"Fairies to the core chum, and wait `til you see our cores." Lloyd laughed, and Floyd joined him. They sounded like stereo harmonics.
Floyd slammed the door, and started immediately peeling off what little he was wearing. Lloyd was right behind him a fraction of a second. It wasn't until he was naked that I noticed Floyd was carrying a plastic tube contraption under his arm. Lloyd set the case of beer on the floor, and ripped it open. He took out three cans, and handed them around. I sipped mine, and they were already on their second can each. Big appetites. What had I gotten myself into. I eyed their swinging dicks, and realized that they both must have been pushing eleven or more inches erect. I didn't know if I could take on the two of them at the same time. Maybe I could stall them until Ross got to the room later. My god, that was at least four hours away.
"So how did you boys discover you were horny for guys?" I sipped my beer while they each popped open a third and glanced back and forth at each other.
"You tell him," they said in unison and giggled like school girls.
"I'll tell him," said Floyd. The similarity of the voices was uncanny. I sipped my beer, and got comfortable on the bed. The two giants found places and made the bed lean first one way then the other until a kind of equilibrium was achieved.
"We've been fucking with each other since we were kids. The girls just thought we were too weird for words. We..."
"Finish each other's sentences," Lloyd chimed in, finishing with a burp that broke Floyd up into laughter. Lloyd grabbed his horse dick, and shook it at his brother. The head was big enough to be one of my fists. Floyd only laughed louder, and shook his own prodigious meat.
"The reason we got into each other, was because we shared everything, and one day when we were fifteen or so, we were walking along the railroad tracks not far from where we lived. There was this old guy that used to live under a railroad bridge that spanned a ravine near our house. We were walking along, and noticed the old guy was naked, and whacking off. It made us horny..."
"But everything made us horny in those days." Floyd cut back into the story. "We called down to him and asked if we could come and join him. He said sure, so we climbed down under the bridge to have a triangle jerk with the old guy..."
"Wasn't long before the old coot was on his knees," Lloyd joined in again. "He'd suck me awhile then Floyd awhile. The whole time, he was jacking his own dick. Well, to make a long story shorter, the..."
"Old coot blew his wad." Floyd sounded a little pissed off. "After he got off, he wasn't interested in finishing what he'd started with us..."
"So we just finished off what he'd started for us. I loved the way Floyd tasted when he came in my mouth..."
"And I loved the way Lloyd tasted too. We just never thought about it much. We get horny, and if there's nobody else around, we do each other." Lloyd pulled on his monster meat, and grinned at me.
"So do you just suck each other?"
"Oh no," they were in unison again.
"We do everthing to each other," Floyd finished for them. "Lets show him Lloyd."
"Yeah, I'd like to watch you two get it on. That might be a horny show."
"Good. We like to showoff sometimes." He laughed. "Hey Floyd, you remember that time in Mexico when we were fucking on top of the sand dunes, and the tourists came over the hill?" They both started laughing hard.
"I didn't even pull out of your butt Lloyd..."
"Yeah, we just rolled down the side of the sand dune and ended up still connected on the beach in front of two old queens that shrieked and ran down the beach."
"They weren't queens. They were women. Else why would they have screamed and ran away?" I could imagine the shock of seeing these two giants connected by the crotch and butt rolling down a dune. It might set me off screaming.
"They were queens. I saw them later in the plaza holding hands."
"Maybe they were a couple of lezzes."
"Humm," mused Lloyd. "I never thought about that, they could have been."
"Anyway, they were wrinkled old prunes, and we scared the shit out of them and the tourists too. Somebody called the cops, and we had to spend a few hours in the water until things cooled down."
"Hey Gerry, let us pump your dick for you. I bet we could get at least another inch out of it." Floyd picked up the device, and reached for my cock. I flinched a little I'm afraid.
"Nothing to worry about Gerry," Lloyd put a hand on my leg, and I felt like I had a five pound ham laying on my thigh. Floyd was putting some slick lube around the open end of the tube, the grabbed my flaccid dick, and worked the tube down over my cock. A plastic tube came out of the end of the larger tube that was now around my cock. Attached to the second tube, which was more of a hose, was a squeeze bulb, like a blood pressure wrap would have.
Floyd began squeezing the bulb, and I could feel the pressure changing around my dick. Blood was drawn into the low pressure area, and my dick started to inflate. It didn't exactly feel like I was getting a hard on, but my cock swelled up until it filled all but two or two and a half inches of the transparent tube. I felt hard suddenly, and Floyd slid the device off my cock. I remained erect although I expected that as soon as he broke the pressure seal, my dick would deflate. Apparently it didn't work that way.
"Nice cock." Floyd put his mouth over it and swallowed it whole. When he lifted his head off, Lloyd replaced his brother's mouth with his and swallowed. They alternated deep throating my newly expanded shaft until they had me squirming on the edge of cuming. I recaptured my quivering dick with both hands the last time Lloyd pulled off,to stop Floyd from gobbling me. I would have shot for sure if he'd gone down on me one more time.
"Nnngg. Sssstop boys. You're going to make me shoot. I want this to last a while, and I've already cum twice today."
"So what. We've cum seven times already since breakfast." They were speaking in unison once more.
"Seven times?" I was incredulous.
"Yeah," Lloyd said grinning, and holding up his hand to start counting. "We blew each other for breakfast, and then we went to the gym. We both got blown in the steam room by the same guy. That's two. When we got home, we watched a video and jerked off. That's three. At lunch time, we went out to a place over in Phoenix, and there was a guy in the toilet. That's four."
"We went jogging in the Park after lunch," Floyd joined in. "Two guys in a camper van cruised us, and we got in the back with them and fucked both of them twice."
"That was five and six," Lloyd was holding five fingers and one thumb up for my inspection.
"Yeah, and..." Floyd was enthusiastic. "The guy at the liquor store locked the door and asked us to give him a mouthful of our cum at the same time."
"Maybe he doesn't count," muttered Lloyd. "He's one of our regulars."
"I think regulars count in this instance guys." They both grinned at me broadly.
"So that's seven times today." Lloyd raised his sixth finger making seven digits he was holding up.
"Is that a record?"
"Geez no." Floyd looked like he was doing figures in his head. "We blew off at least twelve times the day we went tubing in the salt river. Remember Lloyd?"
"Guys were coming on to us constantly. It took us all day to get out of the bushes and down the river. The tube rental place was beginning to wonder if we'd drowned or something."
"Hey that's right, the tube guy was so happy to see us, he took us back to his office, and blew us too. Remember."
"Yeah, and I remember when we got home, we ended up fucking each other. What's that thirteen?"
"Well, I count fourteen, if you shot off twelve times on the river."
"Then that's right. FUCKIN' A! FOURTEEN FUCKIN' TIMES IN ONE DAY!"
"That's got to be a record of some kind. Maybe we ought to write that book of world records." I was shaking my head in disbelief.
I glanced at the clock and saw I had two and a half hours before Ross got to Mesa. I wanted to keep these guys with me as a treat for him. I knew he would appreciate these two nature boys as a first hand experience.
"Why don't you guys put on a show for me. I just want to watch for a while. I've got another friend who's going to drop by later, and I want to introduce him to you both. He'll go nuts over your bodies."
They stood up, and popped two more beers which they drained before suddenly grabbing each other like wrestlers. They struggled back and forth across the bed. I decided to move to the one easy chair the room contained to not only get out of harm's way, but to gain a better view of the proceedings.
Lloyd got the upper hand, and pinned Floyd to the mattress. He immediately shoved his semihard dick into his brother's mouth. Floyd began to suck the huge cock to full hardness which made it an impressive twelve or thirteen inches. Obviously Lloyd was being modest when he'd described himself as eleven inches. I walked over to get a closer view, and couldn't resist putting my hand around the massive shaft as it disappeared down his brother's throat.
Floyd was laying flat on his back on the bed, and Lloyd was resting his knees on either side of his brother's head, and feeding his enormous dick into his brother's throat. He began to fuck Floyd's face with some serious humping. Floyd got tears in his eyes, but never tried to come off the monster cock that had to be reaming his throat raw. He was struggling to breathe, gulping breath each time Lloyd pulled out enough to let air into his passage. After seven or eight minutes of hard fucking, Lloyd stiffened and rammed his meat log all the way into Floyd's mouth, and I saw his massive nuts jerk up against his shaft, and the shaft began to pump oil. I held onto it with my left hand, and counted nine strong pulses of cum traveling up the shaft and into his brother. There were several weaker ones, and even after he pulled his massive cock out into the open air, still another small gob spat from his piss slit and caught Floyd on the cheek. Floyd stuck his tongue out, and deftly removed the spot of slime.
I hadn't been paying attention, but when I looked up across Floyd's body, his cock was at full mast, and jerking around in the air. Lloyd wasted no time jumping up on the bed, and impaling himself onto his brother's dick.
"Holy Toledo!" My eyes must have bugged out of my head as I watched Lloyd take Floyd's massive log all the way to the bottom. He had done it without effort. I was impressed.
Lloyd locked arms with Floyd, and they began rocking back and forth until they achieved some sort of momentum they both recognized, and they exchanged positions on the bed so neatly, I was amazed. Floyd never came out of his brother's butt, and Lloyd ended up on his back with his legs in the air with Floyd pounding into him. I realized my dick was hard as a rock from their display,and I'd begun whacking away at myself unconsciously. I forced my hand off my cock, and gripped my hands together behind my back. My cock still remained twitching and jerking at the scene I was witnessing.
Lloyd was beginning to make guttural animal sounds, and Floyd was whining and moaning as he fucked his brother harder than any fucker I'd ever seen. In the heat of passion, I realized someone was knocking on the door. I staggered over, unable to take my eyes off the scene on the bed.
"Who is it?"
"Ross." I glanced at the clock on the night stand. It was showing five after twelve. Puzzled, I opened the door a crack and reached through grabbing his necktie. With a good grip, I pulled him into the room without taking my eyes off the twins once. When Ross stood beside me, he too was riveted to the carpet by the incredible hulks fucking on my bed. His mouth was open, and his dick was as hard as mine even though it was still enclosed in his uniform.
We watched the scene mesmerized by the action until Lloyd began to whimper and claw his brother's back. I could just see the head of his huge cock turn deep purple, and quake on his chest before it began spurting cream all across his hairless torso, and up into his face. Floyd pumped hard into his ass a time or two after Lloyd had cum, then blew his wad deep in Lloyd's ass. The two boys rolled apart, and lay side by side on the bed panting, their cocks only partially deflating. Their matching hairless bodies glistened with sex sweat, Lloyd had pools and ropes of cum streaking and staining his body and face.
Gradually all our breathing rates returned to normal, and Floyd opened his eyes and looked over at where Ross and I were standing. His eyes got wide, and he sat up suddenly and elbowed Lloyd hard in the ribs.
"Shit Lloyd, we're busted. You were making too much noise again."
"Fuck I was. It was you making like the sexpig you are."
"Wait a minute," I said. Nobody's busted. This is Ross, a buddy of mine."
"Hi boys. Mind if I join you?" Ross didn't waste a minute. He was shucking clothes and guns and boots and belts in all directions. His prick was still hard as a rock when it finally came to light.
"Ross, this is Lloyd and Floyd the twins as if you hadn't noticed."
"I thought I was seeing double. That was some awesome fuck guys. I don't think I've ever seen better even in my collection of videos."
"Thanks." They were harmonizing again.
Ross climbed onto the bed between the twins, and grinned sheepishly up at me. I sat on the edge of the bed, and tried to get my bone to lay down quietly. Ross wasn't even trying. His pole only lacked a flag waving from it. Stiff as a poker.
"Ross, I've got to talk to you before we start partying, or we'll never get our plans laid in time to do anything about them tomorrow."
"Uh yeah, Gerry, what ever you say." He was stroking both the twin's cocks with his hands.
"I met this young dude who's being raped constantly by his mother's boyfriend. He needs help to get this guy off his back and out of his butt. I've hatched a plan that might do the trick, but it involves your uniform and bike. Listen to the plan, and if you don't like it, I'll have to think of something else."
Ross and the twins listened to my plan, without speaking, and after I'd outlined it to them, both boys demanded to be let in on the fun. Ross was having to think it through and whether he wanted to risk his uniform and job on the deal. It took him some thoughtful minutes but he finally spoke.
"We'll need a place to carry this out, where the noise won't freak out people. The guy will certainly put up a stink loud enough to be heard in Flagstaff."
"Hummm," I rubbed my lower lip as I thought about the problem. "Let me make a call." I stepped over to the phone, and consulted my notes. I picked up the receiver and dialed. Harold picked up on the third ring. He'd been sleeping.
"Harold, I'm sorry to disturb you at such a late hour, but something important has come up and you may be able to help." I explained the plan, and the need for a place that was private.
"I can't have this in my home Gerry. What if someone sees?"
"We'll do it after dark Harold. We'll make every effort to keep a low profile. Besides, you may get a kick out of besmirching our victim. It might give you new thrills."
"Oh my. I'll eat beef stew and beet salad. They're the worst." Harold was getting into it now.
"So we can use your place?" Ross and the twins were hanging on my words. "Thank you Harold you little puppy you." He whined at me, and we hung up.
"So we have a place where the jerk can't be heard in Flagstaff." The three men on the bed cheered, and Lloyd dived for the case of beer, and pulled four cans out in his big paws. We toasted to our success, and downed our beers.
We played with each other until about three thirty, then exhaustion took over. We ended in a pile, spent and oozing drool from various openings, snoring and dreaming of who knows what vile sexual aberrations. Ross was cuddled next to me, with my cock in his ass crack and the twins had the two of us enclosed in their massive arms. We awoke famished and cum streaked at a little after one in the afternoon.
We took turns cleaning up since the shower wasn't large enough for more than one of us at a time. I found some civilian clothes for Ross to wear until we needed his uniform again, and we piled into the HoJos across the street and put a dent in their pantry for a couple of hours.
I asked Ross how he'd gotten to Mesa so early, and he explained that after ten at night the dispatch office shuts down, and any patrolmen still on the road are on their own.
"I just decided to patrol more in this direction than the other. When twelve midnight came around, I was only a few miles from the motel."
"Well, I'm glad you came."
"I'm always glad when I cum."
"I've got to get better control of my straight lines."
"You haven't got a straight line in your body."
"Shit. It's time to shut up." The twins were ignoring our banter, stuffing their third helpings of blueberry pancakes down with at least a cup of coffee per pancake. People were staring.
"I've got to go call Joe." I slid out of the booth, and headed for the telephone which was in a hall near the toilets. I dropped a quarter and dialed Joe's number. While I waited for him to answer, an older guy sauntered by me heading for the john. He looked me up and down, and licked his lips in a lewd and suggestive way. I tried to ignore him, and after he was past me and standing in the open door of the men's toilet, I glanced at him over my shoulder as he grabbed his dick in his pants and massaged it for me. I gave him the finger, and turned back to the phone just as someone answered.
"Yeah?" It was a man's voice.
"Is Joe there?"
"Yeah, but he can't come to the phone right now. Who's this?"
"Gerry."
"What are you to him? One of his faggot friends?" The sneer in his voice made my temper boil.
"Look, I went to school with him, I just wanted to check in with him to see how he's doing. I haven't seen him since high school."
"Well, he's turned fag. Probably always was one if you ask me."
"Can I talk to him please?"
"He's mowing the lawn. I'll tell him you called. What'd you say your name was?"
"Gerry. I wouldn't be a minute talking to him. I just want to get a girl's number from him that I lost."
"A girl's number?" He laughed. "All right I'll get him." He put the phone down, and before Joe picked up, the recording demanded another quarter from me. It was just completing its jingle in the phone when Joe said hi.
"Can you talk?"
"Yeah. He's out by the pool drinking beer and eating a salami." I quickly told him the plan and detailed his part. He gave me the information I asked him to gather, and we set a time to start the ball rolling just after dark.
"Are you sure you can get him to take you in his car?"
"Are you kidding? I'll tell him I need a fuck bad, and because my mom will be home, I'll suggest that I know a place that will be private. He'll go for it like a hound after steak. He gets off fucking me."
"Good then, I'll see you later. When the cop stops him, just be cool, and we'll handle the rest."
"See you later." Joe sounded excited.
"Later kid." I hung up, and headed into the john to unload some rented coffee. The old guy was still hanging around inside, and smacked his lips at me.
"Look buddy, I've blown so many loads in the past two days I need a rest." He looked crestfallen.
"Just let me suck it for a minute. It ain't the cum, it's the numbers. You'll be the eighteenth cock I've had in my mouth today. Saturdays are my big day. Let me suck it for a minute."
I took it out and stepped up to the urinal, and pissed. He stood beside me eagerly watching my piss stream fly into the bowl. When I finished, I stepped back and flipped it a time or two, until he stooped and took my dick into his now toothless mouth. I had to admit he had a good technique, and had me stiff in a jiffy. I started responding by fucking my hips forward driving my dick into his soft warm cavity. He turned on some rad suction, and that coupled with his hand sliding up and down my shaft, I blew my load down his throat in less than a minute. Some of these old cocksuckers are masters of their chosen act against nature. The guy was grinning from ear to ear and smacking his lips.
"I told you it would only take a minute."
"Thanks pal. I could have used that load later tonight."
"You'll make more." He said, as I left the toilet just ahead of him, and walked back to the booth. I watched him walk back to his booth and slide in next to two sourpussed women that were obviously the joy of his life. One of the old bitches glared at me across the room, and I saw him slip his teeth back into his mouth. I just shook my head in wonder at some of the scenes people will let themselves get side tracked by in the name of propriety.
Ross noticed my gaze across the room, and followed it with his own. "What?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. Hey, we're on for tonight just after dark. Joe promises to have lover boy on the road so you can do your stuff." We finished the last of the coffee, and I paid the check which came to eighty-three bucks and some change. The boys could eat.