That Was Unexpected

"That Was Unexpected 08"

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This is a period piece (1970s) erotic love story featuring two main characters in their early twenties. Where contextual clarification may be needed, a set of [ ] provides relevant information. The characters are all based on real people but "the names have been changed to protect the innocent." There are real places intermingled with fictitious constructs necessary for the story. Grammarians may notice that I frequently shift the tense. It reads better that way; and this isn't an English Lit assignment. Although that would be an interesting idea... I do accept responsibility for all typos!

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From Part 07...

We finally made it to El Paso around seven o'clock. That had to be the slowest time ever for a 454 mile trip! The city looked like a jewel in the setting sun. Mark's elation continued unabated. Hearing his voice, his excitement, was the most overpowering aphrodisiac I could ever experience. The thought of his promised "workout" made my cock ache and my body quiver in anticipation.

Just as it had been in Abilene, I followed him as he headed like a pro down the streets of a city where he had never been in his life until we came to a rustic looking "motor court." It looked much like the one in Abilene but with a much more Southwestern decor.

He checked us in and we parked by our room.

I could only gaze with lust and admiration at his tall lean figure as he exited his car while shooting me the biggest, cutest grin ever!

Part 08

I followed Mark into our room. It was immediately obvious that he had picked another really nice place to stay. Like the motel in Abilene, it was an older, smaller business. Tastefully decorated with a Southwestern flavor, the complex itself consisted of two rows of rooms extending perpendicularly back from the entrance. Separating the two "wings" was a courtyard with a decent looking swimming pool, a play area for kids and more parking for vehicles with trailers. At the back end was a room with ice and vending machines and a small laundry. That kind of surprised me as I had never before seen one in a motel.

At the front was the office and a small restaurant. Our room was all the way at the rear. I liked that...and couldn't help wondering if Mark had managed to pull it off just for more privacy!

As I closed the door, my attention was drawn to only one thing: the gorgeous guy who had fallen in love with me. He was waxing about the room and its features. All I could do was stare at his luscious butt while soaking up his alluring voice which was heavily inflected with that "Okie" drawl.

"Beautiful!" I said quietly.

He spun around and smiled at me.

"And the room is perfect too!" I added.

He stopped for a minute and let my comments sink in. Then came a big toothy smile that made my heart beat faster as my cock went to full steely hardness in about three seconds!

I moved close to him.

"So it's okay...!" he started to ask.

My tongue invaded his mouth. He whimpered and wrapped those long strong arms around me, pulling us tightly together.

Breaking off from tongue fucking his mouth, I whispered, "I love you!"

"Oh baby!" he moaned softly, "I've wanted to hold you like this all day!"

I melted into his arms. His scent was an arousing combination of sweat, lilac deodorant and some other unknown aroma that only Mark seemed to possess.

"I hope you like the room, I mean I tried to find the best one and I looked at the reviews and descriptions and I didn't want us to end up in some cracker box chain motel with screaming kids and noisy people so I tried to find the best place and....!" he stammered.

I laughed, smiled and looked into his alluring green eyes.

"You talk too much," I giggled while raising my finger to his lips.

My body shuddered while Mark's luscious, pouty lips parted as he sucked my digit into his mouth. I could feel his tongue swirling around my finger; the same tongue that he used with expert proficiency to drive me into Earth shattering orgasms.

All I could do was moan and press my body into his. Our clothed cocks rubbed against each other as various small squeaks escaped my lips.

"Mark... Baby.... I...I....!"

He looked at me with the innocence of a child while continuing to suck my finger. My cock was so hard that it actually hurt!

"I...I....I....!" I squeaked.

Mark released my finger from his lips and softly whispered, "Go ahead, Baby!"

That was all it took. My raging prick unleashed torrents of cum in spasms so intense that I had to hold on to Mark or I would have fallen to my knees.

"YEAH!" he softly exclaimed.

I knew the same thing was happening to him as well! Our bodies ground into each other generating a heat that made the experience even more intense. Mark's strong arms held me in place as my cock kept unloading its hot, sticky nectar.

We twirled around to the bed and he slowly brought us both down to a horizontal position. My heart was pounding as I gasped for breath.

"WOW!" he exclaimed.

"No shit!" I replied, then we both laughed.

Our eyes met and we stared at each other for a few minutes. What had just happened easily surpassed all the "breaks" we had taken on our long sojourn from Abilene and yet there had been no actual contact between our bodies; I mean... we had never had the chance to remove our clothes... it just happened!

"You're so perfect!" I said to him.

He blushed. That only turned me on even more.

"Let me guess. I bet you had a reservation for us here too!"

His continued blushing confirmed my hunch.

"But how did you know we'd be here today?" I asked.

"Easy!" he softly giggled, "I figured one day for Tulsa to Abilene and one day from Abilene to here!"

"I should be used to your....ability to figure things out and plan like you do... but somehow ...," I said softly, "You ALWAYS continue to amaze me!"

"I don't want you to get tired of me," he replied.

I shook my head.

"Are you KIDDING? NEVER! In a MILLION years!"

"We ... well I booked us here through Thursday but the clerk said this time of year is pretty slow so we can stay longer if we want...!"

I heard what Mark said, but my mind (and eyes) were feasting on HIM.

"You're overdressed!" I replied.

"Huh?"

"You are wearing too much...!"

He giggled at my comment.

"I could try driving in the nude!" he chortled.

"Hang that big, fat, long hose of yours out the window and there'd be the biggest traffic jam ever!" I cracked.

He laughed as my eyes raked down his long lean body.

"You are still overdressed!"

He sat up.

"Then undress me," he whispered.

That took about a minute. We laid back down on the bed and ogled each other's young physiques.

Mark's slimy cock towered up in the air, still coated with cum as more dick juice oozed out of a huge, gaping piss slit.

An overpowering urge took control of me.

"I want you!"

My voice was husky with lust.

"You never have to ask...!" he started to say.

"No. I want you to dry fuck me!"

Technically it wasn't a "dry fuck." There's NO way something that big could ever do that without ripping me apart. I wanted Mark to do to me what I could do to him. Using just dick juice and spit, I wanted to ride his long thick pole.

His eyes registered concern.

"It might hurt. You don't have to...!"

"Bullshit! I can do it to you, so you should be able to do it to me!"

Mark knew it was pointless to argue with me.

That's how our first day began in El Paso...

It had started with Bobby and Stan in Abilene, and it ended with me sitting on Mark's massive endowment. He had been correct. It DID hurt at first. That surprised me; I guess the lotion we used really made a difference. This time it was just spit and dick juice; but I took it. ALL of it! I felt him seed my guts and then we embraced.

"Now it's you turn," he said to me.

"Huh?"

"Take me. Anything you want to do to and with me. I'm your play thing!"

My mind reeled hearing his request. I guess the "average" person would look at us and assume that Mark was the leader, or the more aggressive one; and to be truthful, about forty percent of the time he is. Not now. I could sense a longing, a pleading, a yearning, and an overwhelming lust for me to do whatever I pleased with his young body.

Only a fool would turn down THAT offer!

Just like in Abilene, we did it again. Over an hour long session of sex that left us both craving even more. I don't know when or how I became an expert at the "finer art" of making love, but Mark turned into putty in my hands and under the relentless assault of my cock, which seemed to be propelled by an unknown energy source!

Soundproof or not, if there had been any people in the adjoining room or outside, our screams of passion would have easily been noticeable.

"FUCK ME RANDY! SEED MY HOT ASS! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!"

I don't know where he learned these lines, but hearing a 6'4" stud begging me for more certainly did the trick! Of course those were the times that Mark didn't have his phenomenally large cock stuffed down his throat. Then he was reduced to only whimpering and groaning as another thick load of his spunk was "recycled."

"Maybe that's why I never run out of cum," he joked to me.

Without a doubt, my favorite positions for nailing his ass are when he doubled himself up so he could drink his own load, OR throwing him face down on the bed and drilling his hole as deeply as I could go, OR mounting him on all fours from behind.... OR.... oh shit! There isn't any position that I didn't like!

As for myself, I loved the feeling of my legs resting on his broad shoulders when he pushed himself deep inside of me. We could gaze at each other's eyes and that intensified the bond between us. Of course having his strong body pressing down on me was a complete turn-on as well...as was having him mount me from behind... Oh fuck.... I don't really care! Any way with Mark is good enough for me!

After we finished, we laid side by side while gently cuddling.

"You were on fire just now," he giggled.

"You asked for it," I smirked.

"I thought all the breaks' we took today might have somehow been enough to....," he started to explain.

I laughed.

"I don't think so!"

He smiled again. That adorable, toothy smile that went straight to my heart.

" Make me your bitch!' Where did THAT come from?" I asked.

He gave me the shyest grin.

"I just thought it sounded sexy!"

"Well.... did I do okay?" I asked.

He pretended to think over the question before answering.

"Maybe we should try it some more just to be sure....!" he chortled.

I poked his side before leaning over and devouring his slimy wet bone....

More moans echoed in our room....

Afterwards, Mark showered first. I ogled his spectacular body as he towel dried his hair.

"Your turn," he smiled, "And NO jacking off in the shower!"

My face was beet red as I entered the bathroom.

The steaming hot shower felt good after a long day on the road. As the water cascaded over my body, thoughts began multiplying in my mind. Once again, Mark had completely surprised me by finding our second motel. Complete with an advanced reservation!

It dawned on me that he was actually in charge of our trip. Or at least on an equal footing with me! The only real difference was that I had traveled this route once before and he had not.

As we reached El Paso his excitement was "off the scale...." whatever that means... I never really saw any "scale" for excitement... Sometimes he was like a little kid in a young man's body... and WHAT a body that is! Everything is new to him; the first desert mountains. The first cactus. Even if it had only been a scrawny growth of prickly pear! Seeing El Paso sitting there in the clear desert air - and it IS so clear! - wound him up like a spring!

"By the time we get to Arizona he'll explode!" I thought to myself.

Like he had exploded in my ass. More than once. I reached back and gingerly fingered my hole. It tingled at my touch and was really stretched open.

Mark had fucked me hard. I begged him for it and he delivered! I could feel his load in my guts. Some of it leaked out, but I wanted to keep as much as possible of his gift inside my body. Slowly my middle finger slipped into my hole and the reaction was immediate. My cock leaped to full hardness as the hot water washed over my chest and stomach.

Slowly I thrust my digit in and out; an intense feeling of euphoria washed over my young body. I knew it was pointless to stop; arching my back and clenching my buttocks sent my cock spewing a long wave of cum into the steaming hot water...

After toweling off, I opened the door and there was the boy of my dreams...stretched out on the bed! Was he watching television? No. Was he jacking off? No. He was reading a newspaper!

"Took you long enough," he smirked, "I thought the City might call about a hot water shortage...!"

He flashed me another cheeky grin.

"I wanted to make sure I am clean...!"

"And you jacked off too...!" he started to say while shaking with laughter.

"I DID NOT JACK OFF!" I pouted.

"Bullshit! Your skin is too flush; the hot shower didn't do that!"

He was always one step ahead of me...

"Well....," I confessed.

He just laughed.

"Come here," he said, motioning to the spot next to him on the bed.

"What are you reading?"

"While you were ..... in the shower," he cleared his throat and grinned, "I went to the office and asked about maybe getting a local newspaper. Since it's Sunday, this would be the best day for the classified ads...!"

"Looks like you got it," I observed.

"Yeah! And a Phoenix newspaper too... It's a week old but it is a Sunday edition. It's not all there. Some sections are missing but the classified ads are intact! I also found out where there are a couple of newsstands that carry the Phoenix paper on a regular basis. The clerk said it usually arrives on Monday, but since tomorrow is Labor Day, it probably won't be here until Tuesday," he said.

"You've been a busy boy!" I chortled, "And did you jack off too?"

"NO!" Mark hooted, "Never alone. Not for me. I don't have to any more!"

I blushed because of the unspoken reason in his statement.

"Are you ready to get some dinner," he asked, then he added, "I mean real, solid food. The kind you eat with a fork, knife and a spoon!"

I laughed at his meaning.

"Sure.... But shouldn't we change our jeans? They're getting kind of stained....!"

"Naw.... No one looks except guys who might be interested in us," he chuckled.

"You sure have changed since those first days at ATCO when you had to switch from light to dark denim," I hooted.

Mark blushed a bright red.

"That's because some boy had me all wound up!"

" Had?'" I giggled.

" Had.' I still didn't know about you then!" he replied.

One night back in Tulsa, after we had gone at it hot and heavy for a couple of hours, Mark had confessed to me about the "problem" I had caused him after starting work at ATCO.

"You had me so wound up... I had to fight getting a full blown boner every time I looked at you," he had said.

I just listened as he went on...

"My cock kept leaking like.... like it was ready to explode.... It WAS about to explode... And that would have been impossible to cover up!"

"You could have worn looser jeans!"

"No! I wanted to make sure you noticed my... my....!"

"Ass?" I giggled.

He had blushed...

"YEAH!"

"Oh I noticed all right... On the very first day! You had me all knotted up inside too... but I was too afraid of messing up so.... I guess that's why I didn't get all boned up... at least at first!"

"So you DID though?" he asked.

"Oh yeah.... When we sat there at the folding table eating lunch, I thought my cock would rip through my jeans!"

Mark laughed.

"So I changed from light blue to dark. At least .... it helped cover up my....!"

"Excitement?" I cackled.

"YEAH!"

"And now?" I asked.

"Now? I don't give a shit! You're mine and I am yours! Fuck anyone who has a problem with that!"

Every time Mark cursed I had to smile. It was still something so new to him...

He continued, "And while we're at it, I hope you're through worrying about not have a big enough cock to satisfy me...!"

I must have blushed beet red.

"You put me in orbit with that battering ram you carry between your silky white thighs. I know you nailed me as hard as you could and I loved every minute of it! I don't wanna hear you cutting yourself down because you don't have a telephone pole between your legs like I do! You are PERFECT for me and that's all I need!"

Mark's honesty and praise took me by surprise. It also made me bone up again.

"Want some more?" I asked him in a raspy voice.

He grinned from ear to ear.

"After dinner! It's getting late; I'm hungry and I don't want to end up eating fast food because those are the only places still open," he paused, "But yeah... I expect you to fuck my brains out all night!"

We both laughed.

"And skip the underwear!" he chirped, "I like watching the outline of your cock in those jeans...!"

Stuffing my swollen prick into "those jeans" was a real challenge. Before leaving our room he kissed me long and deep, grabbed his baseball cap and off we went.

I should have expected it as Mark pulled out into traffic...

"I assume you know where you're going...?"

"Naturally," he giggled, "While you were beating your meat.... Oh ...excuse me... Fingering your hole in the shower, I was collecting information!"

"From the motel clerk?"

Mark nodded.

"He gave me a list of nice restaurants including some Mexican ones...!"

"You like Mexican food?" I asked.

"Heck yeah! Well... I mean... Whatever Casa Bonita served sure was tasty!"

"You went there?"

"All the time," he replied.

"Me too! Usually on Saturday nights!" I exclaimed.

"You're kidding! So did I!" Mark laughed.

Tulsa has one of the most unique Mexican restaurants in the country, "Casa Bonita." Why a lily white town ended up with such a special place always amazed me. They are also located in Oklahoma City and Denver as well.

The owners had taken a huge abandoned warehouse-type building; around 60,000 square feet, and built an entire replica of a Mexican village inside. It had a cantina, a jail, a saloon, a hotel, a central courtyard with a huge fountain; everything you'd expect to see in what I guessed was a stereotypical small Mexican village. There was also a strolling Mexican band....like something out of a western movie. You could eat your dinner in any of the buildings in the village. I liked the jail because it was smaller and usually didn't have any screaming kids.

What always amazed me besides Tulsa having such a unique restaurant was that "gringos" cooked all the food! I guess no one noticed that point... Anyway you looked at it, the place was a huge success, with lines that stretched all around the parking lot. It sure beat Taco Bell all to hell!

The fact that Mark and I dined there at almost the same time really floored me! Of course as big is the place is, the chances of running across each other would have been one in a million.

"I'm pretty sure there's no Case Bonita' here," I said to him.

"No... There isn't. But the clerk give me some good suggestions... and," he smiled, "He cautioned me about uh.... spicy hot food!"

"Oh?"

"Yeah... I think it's a little bit different here... I mean we're right on the border and one of the biggest cities in Mexico is just across the Rio Grande!"

"So how do we know? I mean.. I don't wanna set my throat on fire...!" I laughed.

"Most of the good places here know there are lots of tourists visiting the city...so they will have the hotter' items labeled on the menu... Or, when all else fails, just ask!"

"You should be a tour guide," I giggled.

"Well...we have a few days to try different things out... but tonight I want an all-you-can-eat place because I'm fucking HUNGRY!" Mark chortled.

Mark expertly drove to his destination.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Well... I mean... It seems like I'm kind of running the show without asking for your opinion and I...!"

"Babe! You're batting a thousand plus! Why the fuck would I complain? When I stopped here it was Taco Bell or McDonalds....!" I roared.

Mark smiled and ruffled my hair.

"Eat a lot because when we get back to the motel I'm gonna give you a workout that will melt it all away," he giggled.

All I could do was purr at the thought...

The restaurant Mark selected was indeed another "all you can eat" establishment, and true to form, he ate a lot. A typical "meat, potatoes and chicken" meal. Nothing really exotic, but it was very tasty. The hostess kept batting her eyes at Mark while he just smiled and wolfed down the food.

"You ARE a chick magnet,'" I laughed.

"They're like flies. They won't leave me alone!"

"Well I'm glad you're not straight," I said.

He laughed.

"Not likely!"

"Ever?"

"NEVER!" he declared.

"That's good to know. I don't have to worry about half of the population. Now it's just the guys....!" I started to say.

"You don't have to worry about them either!" He said while chomping on a huge piece of chicken.

Needless to say, the dinner was excellent. We headed back to the motel and what followed afterwards was also excellent....

The next morning after preening and gulping down some fast "protein," we decided to try breakfast at the motel's restaurant. Mark picked out a booth in the corner. I knew why. He liked privacy and it gave him the chance to study everything going on around us.

As we looked at the menu, I noticed his eyes darting around the dining area before repeatedly focusing in one location. Our waitress came, took our orders and left. Thankfully she was past the age for flirting...

We discussed what the two newspapers had revealed in the "Help Wanted" section.

"I figured there wouldn't be a lot of jobs here," Mark said, "It's not a very big city."

I agreed. While the city wasn't that far behind Tulsa in size, there really wasn't a "metro area" to draw in more people. Once you reached the city limits of El Paso, everything turned into desert and there were very few outlying areas. On the other hand, Phoenix seemed to offer a lot more opportunities.

"So what do you want to do? Stay here as planned or push on ahead?" I asked.

"I think it would be fun to stay here a few days and look things over. I mean it's all so new to me and everything...!"

He stopped in mid-sentence.

"What?" I asked as our food arrived.

After the waitress left, Mark said, "Someone is watching us. He has been since we got here."

"Oh? Where?"

"You can't see him without being really obvious," he paused, "Listen... I'm gonna drop this napkin on the floor. You reach down and pick it up. When you do, look over to the far left side of the room. Try not to be obvious!"

I blushed but did as he said.

"What? Who?" I asked, "There's no one sitting over there but some kid...!"

"That's who I mean," Mark said.

"Really? Shit, he looks like he's about Skipper's age...!"

"Yeah... But he's been staring at us... not too indiscreetly either...since we got here!"

"Heck, he only looks like he's fifteen or so," I said.

"Maybe he's here with his parents," Mark said.

"Well then... Where are they?"

Mark shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe he's just a customer who walked in off the street," he added.

"That might be...!" I agreed.

"Oh! He's getting up to leave," Mark observed.

"Well then, now I can turn my head and stare back," I giggled.

Which I did. Our eyes quickly made contact and the boy then immediately looked away.

He was about my height; okay, maybe a tad taller but skinny as a rail. Light blonde hair framed a very cute boyish face; dressed typically in well-worn Levis and a pullover shirt. I watched his gait as he walked to the cash register.

"Nice ass," Mark snorted, "Small like yours!"

I blushed at his remark.

His jeans fit him nicely," I admitted while taking note of a decent sized bulge.

"Is that all you ever think about?" Mark chortled.

"ME? You're the one drooling over his ass!"

"I'm only a passive observer!"

"Passive unless he offered himself to you," I hooted.

"Naw... He's too petite..I'd rip him to shreds...!"

"That's good to know. I don't need any competition!" I laughed.

"Still.......!" Mark said, trying to tease me, "I might give him a shot but only if you are there too!"

"What about his parents? They might get pissed if ....!"

"Oh.... Like Skipper?" Mark snorted.

"His Dad was the only reason I never made a pass at him," I confessed.

"The ONLY reason?" Mark chuckled.

"Well," I said while blushing, "I was a little inexperienced at such things back then!"

"And now you're a pro?" Mark giggled.

"At handling you? YES!" I shot back.

"I can't disagree there!" he smiled.

Hearing his admission made my cock start to chub up.

We watched as the mystery boy left the restaurant and headed into the parking lot.

"See? He IS staying here!" I said.

"Yeah but...!" Mark paused, "Damn! He disappeared behind that storage building!"

"Well then, we'll have to go searching door to door!" I laughed.

"Why? I am doing good just to handle YOU! I don't think I could handle both of you!" Mark snickered.

"HA!" I exclaimed.

Since it was Labor Day and traffic was light, we decided to start exploring the City by walking some of the downtown streets. There were plenty of places to park; Mark found an empty lot and we headed out on foot.

The day was perfect for exploration. The Southwestern influence was obvious in the architecture of many buildings. While roaming about, Mark spied a newsstand.

"That's one of the places that carries the Phoenix newspaper!" he exclaimed, "We'll have to stop there tomorrow and see if they have the Sunday edition.

As the morning turned to noon, the temperature started to rise. A bank thermometer read 88 degrees by eleven o'clock.

"The dryness of the air sure makes it nicer here," Mark said.

"Yeah! If we walked around downtown Tulsa like this, we'd be drenched in sweat by now!"

Walking next to Mark for a couple of hours and not being able to touch him was starting to drive me crazy. Occasionally he would range ahead of me and there I was; left was a view of perfection! His ass always drove me crazy! My cock lurched more than once as I thought about how it felt to fuck him hard and fast...

We turned a corner and he looked back at me, paused and smiled. It was his impish, devilish grin that told me the gears in his head were spinning over something. He said nothing as we kept walking until passing a concrete wall with notched spaces every eight feet or so.

As I caught up to him he stopped and shot me that grin again.

"Here," he whispered, pulling me into one of the notches in the wall. It was like a tiny alcove just barely wide enough for both of us and recessed a couple of feet back. A rather anemic looking bush sat between the alcove and the sidewalk.

"What?" I gasped.

Mark said nothing. He ran his hand over my cock.

"You're horny!" he observed.

"Uhhhh... Yeah!" I croaked.

My eyes bugged out as he dropped to his feet and popped the buttons on my jeans.

"What are you doing!" I squeaked.

"You need to ask?" he said, smiling up at me.

My cock sprang out into the hot midday sun.

"Look at that! All dripping and boned!" he giggled, then in one quick move my cock was lodged in his throat!

"What... What.... if.... if.... we.... get....OH FUCK!!!!!!!!! Don't stop!" I cried.

Grabbing his head with both hands, I began to fuck Mark's cute face. He gurgled and moaned as I forced my boner deep into his throat.

My mind was gone....completely obsessed with feeding a load of spunk to my lover's willing throat. Nothing else mattered. There could have been a grandstand full of spectators and it wouldn't have stopped me. Cars passed by on the street but no one noticed two studs in the throes of passion behind a small bush in the crook of a concrete wall.

Fortunately, and knowing Mark's calculating mind, our "selected spot" was in the middle of a block and not near an intersection. If that had been the case, we would have been "discovered" by waiting motorists...

"OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I whimpered, "Take my load!"

Mark doubled down on his oral talents. My cock was harder than I could ever remember. His moans only set me on fire even more.

Pressing my crotch into his face, I panted, "Here it comes!"

That turned out to be the understatement of my lifetime. My body grew rigid as I felt my cum slamming into Mark's throat.

I expected him to choke or gag but he did not. His gulps and swallows only turned me on even more.

"OHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!" I moaned.

Would I ever stop? It seemed like forever but in reality it was only about thirty seconds until the last pulsations from my cock ceased.

"DAMN!!!!!!!!" I sighed.

Mark let my swollen rod slip out from between his thick, pouty lips. I looked down at his innocent face and my angry, throbbing, purple fuck stick.

"My Baby was very horny!" he giggled as he opened his mouth wide.

I could see one last wad of jizz rolling around inside his cheeks before he swallowed it down...

"I...I...I....!"

All I could do was shake and stammer as my slimy cock slid across Mark's face. His long tongue reached out and began slurping up the remaining dick slime and saliva.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!" I shuddered.

His bright green eyes stared up at me.

"Baby want some more?" he whispered.

"Here? What if we get caught?" I stuttered.

Mark said nothing. Instead he swallowed my aching rod and started deep throating me again!

"YEAHHHHH!! DOUB...DOUB...DOUBLE CUM!!!" I panted.

Round two seemed even faster than the first. Mark made tiny grunts as I flooded his gullet with more hot boy cream. Again he let my aching bone fall from his lips. Looking up at me he smiled.

"All better now?" he giggled.

"YYYEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I sighed while trying to stuff a very wet, sloppy cock back into my jeans.

I stood up and stared at Mark. His face radiated an angelic-type innocence.

"We better get going. Don't want to press our luck....!"

"But wait! What about you? It's not fair!"

"I'm okay," he replied, "I can wait until later."

"Oh yeah?" I shot back as my eyes trailed down to a long hard shape hiding in his jeans with an ever bigger damp spot at its tip.

My mind flashed back to those light-dark denim days at ATCO....

We both popped out from our "hiding place" and started off down the sidewalk. Mark led, with an outline of his boner and some very damp jeans on prominent display. I giggled at his somewhat awkward gait.

He looked over his shoulder, "What?"

"You seem to have some stiffness there!" I hooted.

"No shit! But I'll get over it!"

"NO! Please! Let me....!" I whined.

Mark's eyes darted around.

"Follow me," he chirped.

I complied. We descended down a small incline into an alley between some buildings.

"Here!" he said, beckoning me to a semi-private area next to a loading dock. There were no people or vehicles in sight, "This will do fine," he said softly.

"For what?" I naively asked.

Popping the buttons on his jeans and peeling them down like a banana, Mark spun around, braced himself against a concrete wall and whispered, "Fuck me hard!"

I hesitated. Mark's ass was calling me.. .tempting me...daring me...

""Come on... you know you want it," he begged.

"But here?" I croaked.

"No one is around. You LIKE doing it in public!"

More than ever I now knew that to be true!

"Please!" he cried, "I need you in me so badly!"

"We don't have any lube...!" I started to protest.

"Are you kidding? We don't need any! Hock up some spit and....!" he paused, "I bet that big fat cock of yours is slimy and ready to go...!"

While my mind kept screaming "No," my hands were pawing at the buttons on my jeans. In seconds my cock was out, hard as steel and.... He had been so correct.... dripping dick slime all over the place. Mark knew me inside and out; he could read me like a book!

I slicked up my already slimy bone with some saliva and took a good long look at the target...which only made my cock harder and juicier!

There it was; that tight, tempting hole...hiding between two firm, round ass cheeks. At this point, I don't think anything could have stopped me. Mark controlled me. Completely. He was irresistible and I was helpless and unable to say "No." Not that I wanted to...

Lining up my throbbing boner, I leaned in to his strong body. Mark arched backwards as my cock drove deep inside boy hole. We both moaned as I quickly bottomed out.

"YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" he cried, "Now fuck me hard and fast! Double cum if you can!"

How could any red blooded gay boy turn down a command like that? From a stud like Mark? Throwing caution to the wind, I savagely pounded his ass. We were both very vocal. Not overly loud due to the location, but definitely explicit in our passion.

"FUCK ME LIKE A DOG!" "FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!" "OH FUCK BABY... DON'T STOP! ....PLEASEEEEE!!!"

Mark was again on a verbal tirade. His strong body supported both of us as I thrashed his butt.

"I wanna hear you cum!" I whispered.

"Fuck the cum out of my cock!" he shot back.

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the space around us. It reminded me of the times I nailed his ass in our kitchen back in Tulsa.

The fact that I had just cum twice less than an hour ago was lost in my mind; as if it were "yesterday's news." It was time to seed the hot stud writhing under my skinny body.

Wrapping my arms around him, I thrust my prick into his guts as hard as I could. He yelped. I screamed. We both began spewing our loads of virile boy cream. Mine went deep into his innards; I heard splats on the concrete as Mark's long fat hose emptied its load.

"YEAH!!! YEAH!!!! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" he moaned.

"I love you SOOOOO much!" I cried.

My arms held on tight for the ride of my life......Our bodies became almost as one!

"DAMN, STUD!" Mark yelped, "Go for round two if you can!"

I did. Our passion play repeated itself in quick time and then we uncoupled. His eyes appraised my swollen cock as I stood up.

"You are such a fucking stud!" he said softly.

"ME?" I gulped.

"Yes, YOU!!" he affirmed while trying to stuff his long wet cock back into his jeans.

I looked down at the pavement and snickered, "Look! Lake Ellis!'"

We both laughed and then embraced.

"You and me forever!" he whispered while nibbling on my ear.

My response was a soft purr...

Less than twenty minutes later we were sitting under a shady tree eating some Mexican food from a small taco stand nestled in the downtown city scape.

The proprietor, a rotund Mexican man, greeted us with a cheeky grin.

"Best tacos in all the city!" he proclaimed.

"Are they big? Because I'm HUNGRY!" Mark asked.

Gee. I wonder why my stud was "hungry?"

"Muy grande!" the man smiled.

He spoke very good English; I was relieved since my conversational Spanish had long faded from memory. Besides, how the fuck can you have a "conversation" with someone when all the class ever taught was bullshit like "The pen is on the desk" and "Please sit down?"

The man was correct. His tacos were EXCELLENT!

"Not too spicy?" I asked.

"For you, I make them just plain!" he said with a hearty laugh, "There are packages of flavorings....!"

"Uh...No thanks! We're just two gringos from Oklahoma!" I chortled.

Mark also ordered two massive tostadas.

"You friend, He eats a lot?" the man laughed.

"All the time!" I said.

"Yet he is so skinny!" he observed.

"No," Mark said between bites, "He's the skinny one! I keep trying to fatten him up!"

"You both need a good senorita to cook for you!" the man chuckled.

Mark and I just exchanged knowing glances....

We talked with the man for a while. His name was Carlos; he had been selling food from his small store at the same location for ten years!

"Today not good day," he observed, "Holiday and most people stay home!"

We told him about our plans to move to Phoenix.

"Much better there than here," he said.

"Oh? Why?"

"El Paso is nice but very small. Especially for two young boys like you... Lots of jobs in Phoenix. Here, not many jobs."

Carlos had a huge family; most lived across the Rio Grande in Juarez, although from what I gathered he had more relatives deep inside the Mexican state of Chihuahua.

We finished our meal and prepared to head back to the motel.

"Enjoy your stay in my city," he beamed as we waved goodbye.

Walking the short distance to Mark's car, I noticed a wet spot on his ass as well as the - what seemed like - perennial damp spot on his crotch.

"What did you expect? You must have pumped a gallon of cum into my ass!" he snickered.

"These clothes ... everything that we've been wearing since Tulsa... are going into the wash!" I proclaimed.

"Then I'll have to parade around naked!" Mark hooted.

"As long as it's inside, that's fine with me!"

Once back at our room, Mark announced he was going to check out the swimming pool.

"Not in the nude!" I laughed.

"No, with this!" he said, holding up a tiny bathing suit.

"When did you get that? On your tenth birthday?" I chuckled.

"It'll cover the necessary parts," he cackled.

"Barely," I shot back.

"Are you gonna join me, or are you afraid of the water?"

"Okay, smart ass! You're on! I can out-swim you any day of the week!"

Mark's beautiful eyes lit up.

"Oh! A challenge!! I like that!" he whistled while slapping my ass.

After suiting up, we grabbed some towels and suntan lotion. My eyes roamed up and down Mark's athletic body.

"Like what you see?" he giggled.

"Always. But there's too much on display!"

Somehow he had managed to shoehorn his supple frame into an obviously too-small swimsuit.

"Why don't we just wear cutoffs?" I asked.

He shook his negatively, "It's against the pool rules. Besides... I like what I see too!"

My swimsuit was too small for me as well. Then again, I hadn't gone swimming in a long time.

"If you're sure it's okay," I stuttered.

"Why? What's wrong? Our dicks aren't hanging out in public," he chortled, "At least not....YET!"

He shot me a cheeky grin. I wondered what was going on inside his always-busy mind.

We headed out to the pool. The parking lot on our side of the motel was vacant save for our two vehicles. One car was parked up front on the other side, along with another opposite from our room.

"Gee! No one is here!" I remarked.

"The day after the last big summer holiday? And it's too early for the evening stay-overs to be here yet!"

The sun was bright and warm. Not overly oppressive like in Tulsa; then again, with such low humidity, it was difficult to know the actual temperature.

The swimming pool was enclosed by a solid block wall fence with four gates, one at each corner. Inside there were tables, chairs, and Chaise lounges. The actual pool had a diving board at the deep end, which was marked at eight feet, while the shallow end was 3 « feet, with a rope and floats separating the two ends at about the five foot mark.

"This is pretty nice," I said.

"Yeah! I gotta try the diving board," Mark chirped as we put our gear down by the deep end.

I watched his sleek body as he bounced and dove off the board.

"An otter!" I recalled Stan's words...

"A damned sexy otter!" I giggled to myself.

Mark easily swam to the shallow end and then back to me.

"Don't let your suit slip off!" I warned.

"Are you kidding? There's no way it's coming off without some hands-on effort!"

Another cheeky grin!

"Come on, don't be a slug! The water is GREAT!" he exclaimed.

As I dove in, Mark let out with a wolf whistle that I heard just before hitting the water. Soon we were dunking and splashing each other, and then came the inevitable test of who is faster.

"Back and forth once," he challenged me.

I agreed and we were off.

After about ten times of doing this, we tallied the score. I had beaten him six to four!

"Damn, Baby! You're fucking good!" he exclaimed.

I nodded my head, "No!"

"Huh?" he grunted.

"Excellent! I am EXCELLENT!" I giggled.

It surprised me that I had beaten Mark once, let alone six times!

"Your body is smaller and sleeker than mine. That gives you a big edge!" he explained.

"But you're sleek too!" I protested.

"But you are smoother and have less weight to propel through the water! And my big cock probably causes drag and slows me down!"

I laughed and conceded. Mark was determined to praise my skills and hearing him do so made me feel good!

We threw out some towels on the lounges, applied some suntan lotion and laid there side by side.

The warm sun felt good on my pale white body. I glanced over at Mark and naturally my eyes trailed down to a huge curvy shape straining in his flimsy swimsuit.

He caught me ogling and giggled.

"Looks are free!" he chortled.

"Don't let it escape and get sunburned!" I hooted.

"You forget; I have been tanning in the nude for years!"

We both laughed and then relaxed in the sun.

I don't know how long we laid there; maybe twenty minutes or so when I heard the gate open and the sound of footsteps. We both looked up as our "mystery boy" scurried by us.

"Hi!' he chirped while staring but trying not to be obvious...

My mind processed the sight while returning his greeting. He was really skinny! I guessed around 120 pounds and just a tad under six feet tall. His skin had a deep brown tan, which contrasted with his light blonde hair. What really caught my (and I'm sure Mark's) eye was his swimsuit.

It barely covered his young, slender torso and displayed a nice mound in front. I recognized the style as that worn by Olympic divers; I think it was a pair of Speedos or something similar.

He scurried down to the opposite end of the pool and proceeded to lay out his stuff before flopping down on his back while maintaining eye contact in our direction.

"Cute," Mark whispered to me.

"Nice little ass," I replied.

"And a pretty good bulge in front!" he giggled.

"You don't miss much," I shot back.

"Nope. I sure don't!" Mark snickered.

"How old...?" I started to ask.

"Gotta be maybe fifteen tops!"

"Another Skipper!" I laughed.

"I wonder where his parents are... I mean, there's only those two cars in the parking lot...!" Mark mused, "I think he's staying here but with who.... I don't know. There's only one car that's been here regularly since we arrived...!"

"The one parked on the other side from us?"

"Yes," Mark affirmed.

"Ha! He doesn't look anywhere near old enough to drive yet!"

We speculated some more before resuming our sunning. The heat of the afternoon had been slowly taking its toll... Not on me, but on my cock. That, and lying next to Mark, had given me an aching boner that was straining, clawing, fighting, to escape my undersized bathing suit.

Glancing over at Mark, I could see he was in the same "condition." A HUGE arched shape was towering underneath the thin fabric of his suit; it almost looked painful! My eyes feasted as it pulsated and throbbed in the afternoon sun. A telltale wet patch on both of our bathing suits revealed how close we were to spontaneously erupting.

"Thirty minutes," Mark announced, looking over at me, "Time to turn over!"

"Like cooking a steak!" I giggled.

"Well... I do see a huge slab of meat.... Two of them, actually!"

I glanced down the length of the pool at the boy. It was difficult to see if he was in the same "condition" as us but his eyes kept darting our way.

Mark snapped my mind back into focus when he asked softly, "How daring are you?"

"Huh?"

He surreptitiously glanced around the pool deck. No one was present except for the three of us.

"You like doing it in public?" he teased.

"Uh.... Yeah.... and so do you!"

I was trying to figure out what was on his overactive mind...

"Then let's do it...!"

"Huh? What?" I asked.

"You. Fuck me!"

"Right HERE?" I squeaked.

"Right here!" he echoed back.

"How? We'll get caught!"

"By who? Or it is whom?' I never could get that part right!"

"It doesn't matter! I don't want to spend the rest of my life in an El Paso jail!" I gasped.

"You won't. And neither will I!"

"But .... How... It....!" I stammered.

"Easy! We'll have to get off these chairs and down on the deck... I'll lie my stomach .... We'll flip directions for our new friend.' Then you get down on your knees. Straddle my butt and lean in like you're going to lather up my back with suntan lotion... Slip your big battering ram out of the leg opening in that criminally small bathing suit and ease right into my crack... I'll pull my waistband down for you and...then just start pumping away!" he explained in a very raspy voice.

" Criminally small?' Look who's talking!" I snickered, "And what do we use for lube?"

"Suntan lotion. It will get things started... but I bet," he shot me a big cheeky grin, "Your hose is already leaking like a sieve!"

"Couldn't we just go back to our room and...!"

"Oh that'll happen later. You can count on it," he smirked, "But we have to finish tanning our back side and this will be a good way to start....!"

"You just wanna show off in front of our.... friend,'" I retorted.

"That's true.... but you can't in a million years tell me you aren't horny as fuck!" he chortled.

I must have blushed but in the bright sun it probably wasn't obvious.

"You should have been in the Army...!" I started to say.

"Why? So I could bone all those cute soldiers?" he snorted.

"No. Because you have... Your brain... It's always planning stuff and... How long did it take you to think this idea up?"

"It just popped into my head," Mark hooted.

"Yeah... Sure!" I laughed, "As long as we don't end up in a jail cell!"

"Well... If we're in the SAME cell...!" he started to say.

"STOP IT! You're such a horn dog!" I chuckled.

"ME?" he said innocently.

Mark's eyes were riveted on my cock.

"You look like you're about to explode!" he taunted me.

"I don't know....!"

"CHICKEN!!!" he giggled, making clucking sounds.

"Oh yeah? Wanna bet?" I shot back.

"It won't take either of us long. Not the way you fuck...!" Mark laughed.

"Yeah... What about YOU?"

"Easy! You'll fuck the cum right out of me!" he said softly.

That did it. My brain fogged over with nothing but the vision of Mark's cock erupting while I pumped his ass.

"We just have to be quiet," he warned.

"Oh! I didn't think about that!"

"Well.... No one can see in here but sound carries...!" he started to say.

"Especially with us!" I chuckled.

"Yeah!" he said before pausing, "So are you game?"

My cock was answering for me...

Slowly we both rose up and, after spreading out our towels, moved down to the deck. I did exactly as he said, straddling his hot tight ass with both of my legs. Gazing at his body caused me to shiver in anticipation.

We both chuckled as the boy at the other end of the pool also reversed directions, flopping down on his stomach but remaining on the lounge. He no longer made any pretense at glancing our way; his eyes were riveted on us.

"Let's go, sexy," I said quietly.

Mark hitched his ass upwards. I poured some suntan lotion on my hands and began kneading his broad shoulders, then slowly working my way down his tight, lean body.

"Keep that up and I'll jizz right now," he said quietly.

He reached back to pull down the waistband of his suit. Inch by inch his luscious ass came into view. While he readied himself, I carefully twisted my cock downward to one of the very short leg openings in my suit. It easily popped out into freedom. As expected, my big fat cock head was slimy and pulsating a deep purplish color.

"Ready?" I whispered.

"FUCK ME, STUD!" Mark panted.

I slapped some suntan lotion on my pole and leaned in while trying to remain in a mostly vertical position. My cock slid into Mark's tantalizing crack and glided along until I felt his pucker.

"No turning back now," I panted.

"NEVER!" he hissed.

I pushed in. Hard and fast. Mark gave a soft grunt.

It was something beyond my wildest expectations as I felt his fuck chute gripping my throbbing tool.

As we began, I made short, hard thrusts into Mark's willing hole while trying to remain vertical. Across the pool, our unknown "audience" stared at both of us, probably trying to figure out what we were doing. At first I don't think he knew WHAT was going on until I gave him a big "shit eating" grin while fucking a very accommodating, tight warm ass.

It didn't help...well, yes it did...when Mark started getting verbal with me. Not loud like we do when we're in our room or out in the middle of nowhere...just subtle little erotic commands that made my cock so hard I thought it would snap off my body!

" Fuck my hot hole,' Breed Marky's butt,' Make me your bitch,' Show the world I am yours,' Give me your seed!'"

I don't know where he came up with these little verbal "gems," other than they had been randomly popping up from time to time since we arrived in Abilene. Now he was trying ALL of them out. Nasty, sexy, guttural phrases that were quickly driving me completely crazy.

"Getting caught in the act" no longer mattered to me. Well, I guess it sure would have if it had happened... Now, though, deep fucking my willing lover was the ONLY thought on my mind.

Things became even more erotic when Mark began arching, actually raising his pelvis upwards, lifting me with it and driving my fat cock deep inside his guts. The strength to do such a feat added more to the powerful nature of our coupling.

Looking across the pool I could see motion from our "fan."

"He's humping his lounge chair!" I whispered to Mark.

Indeed, the boy's petite, Speedo-clad butt was furiously thrusting up and down while the kid's eyes remain locked on mine. I smiled. His gaze flickered. I licked my tongue and his stare became so intense I thought his eyes might burn right through me.

I couldn't do it this way anymore. Remaining upright and trying to look like I wasn't fucking Mark in the ass wasn't going to work. I slowly leaned forward until my body covered his.

"Now I'm really gonna open you up!" I softly said to my lover.

"YEAHHHHH!!! OWN ME!! MAKE ME YOURS FOREVER!!!!"

"OHHH!! OHHHH!!! I PLAN TO!!! "YOUR ASS BELONGS TO ME, MARK ELLIS... TILL THE END OF TIME!!!!" I croaked.

My cock was about to explode. Erupt. Eject thick, hot white cream into Mark's fuck chute. Before I could, he preempted me....

"Marky's gonna cum..........!" he gasped.

That did it for me.....

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!" I cried as my cock unloaded deep inside the boy I owned!

My eyes closed while I savagely thrust all seven inches deep into his guts.

"I feel your fat cock opening me up!" Mark cried, "Filling me with your love!"

My head flew backwards. Drool cascaded from my lips. I didn't care about anything now except seeding my lover. The boy watched our show. He HAD to know what was happening between us.

I could see him grinding his tiny, thin body into the lounge chair.

"Go for it," I thought as my throbbing hose kept seeding Mark's hole. The warmth of his body, inside and out, the scent of suntan lotion and his natural aroma all made for the perfect aphrodisiac.

This had to be the most intense orgasm in my young life. I guess I say that a lot; but it seems like they keep getting more and more overpowering...

My small ass humped Mark's tight buttocks with a few more savage thrusts before we both were spent. Our breathing was rapid fire and our bodies drenched in sweat.

"Way to go, stud!" Mark said softly.

"Did anyone see.....?" I started to ask.

"Nope. Just the three of us," he giggled.

That was about to change, though, as we heard voices approaching the gate.

"Quick! Into the pool!" Mark commanded.

Pulling my swollen cock out of his gaping hole, we both jumped into the water just in the nick of time. A man, woman, and two kids came sauntering onto the pool deck.

"Can we go in the water?" a young voice asked.

"Just stay in the shallow end," the mother replied, "Don't go past the rope marker!"

The family settled at about the same location as the anonymous boy...who had mysteriously vanished from sight. Mark and I used the cover of the deep water to stuff our aching cocks back into "proper form."

After making ourselves "decent" (well, much as could be), we hoisted ourselves out of the water, gathered up our gear and towels (including Mark's, which was saturated with his jizz) and exited via the nearest gate.

"I wonder if they're sitting on that boy's spunk?" Mark laughed as he looked over his shoulder in the family's direction.

"Yeah...They might think it's just water at first...!"

We both laughed while walking back to our room. Mark gave my ass a nice swat as we crossed the parking lot.

"Well," he laughed.

"I... I don't know! I mean I never....!" I stammered.

"You're the one who likes to do it in public," he giggled.

"Yeah .... I do but.... Where did you come up with those added ... the... uhhh!"

"My dirty sex talk? He hooted.

"Yeah!"

"I was just ad-libbing!"

"You should have been in movies!" I chuckled.

"Oh no! Actors speak lines they don't mean or care about. I meant everything I said...!"

I did a double take...

"Especially the part about being yours forever!" he said softly.

The door closed to our room. If you're mine, I'm yours! Now it's my turn!" I said with a mischievous grin......

After we did it again (okay, more than once!), I said it was time for us to shower.

"We stink like cum!" I barked.

"I can't understand why," Mark laughed.

I went first. After drying off, I found Mark lying on the bed watching TV.

"I don't believe it!" I giggled.

"What?"

"This is one of the few times I've ever seen your big cock completely soft..." I gasped.

Even in that condition, Mark's fat prick was overpowering. It was bigger than mine when I am fully boned! My body trembled at the sight of his manhood.

"I can fix that," he snorted.

"No!!! You need to shower and then we're going to eat....!"

"I'd like to eat right now...!" he said while leering at my prick, which was starting to rise upwards.

"Oh no! If we do that, we'll never get out of here for dinner!" I replied.

"Just a snack? An appetizer?" he pleaded.

His eyes had that adorable puppy dog look and the tone of his voice made my resistance soften (while another part of me instantly firmed up).

I stepped over to the bed. He turned his head to face my boner.

"Okay! Eat this!" I commanded.

His face drew nearer. Those thick pouty lips made me tremble. A big drop of nectar oozed out of the gaping opening at the tip of my "battering ram." I smeared it across his face and then slapped his cheek several times.

"OHHHHH!!!" he moaned.

Slowly his lips parted and my cock slipped inside his warm mouth....

After we had finished, I watched Mark's ass as he sauntered into the bathroom. His head swivelled and he smiled.

"Enjoying the view again?" he snickered.

I blushed and nodded.

"Later. It's all yours....!"

While Mark showered, I gathered up our clothes. It was time to give them a thorough washing, and since this motel had a laundry facility, it was a perfect opportunity. Besides, they DID smell...no, they reeked, of two guys who had been having lots of sex...

"Can't understand why," I laughed and then something hit me.

It was Mark's Levis....faded with a few thin spots...dirty from climbing sand hills and getting down on his knees to examine cactus and other new "discoveries" in our travels.... I pressed my face into the crotch of his jeans. It was like an aphrodisiac! My cock boned up so fast as the overpowering scent of his dried cum and piss invaded my nostrils.

"Ohhh!" I sighed as I inhaled my lover.

My cock felt like it would explode with the slightest touch....

It wasn't enough! I wanted more! I pressed my face into the inside of his jeans; to the exact spot occupied by his massive cock..... The scent of his manhood made my body tremble.

"Mark....!" I sighed, "You're so fucking PERFECT!"

My lungs craved the scent of my lover. Over and over I inhaled his fragrance. My mind completely blurred everything but the exhilaration of this new experience.

"What the.....?" said a soft voice that jarred me back to reality.

Two arms encircled my skinny body and I felt a familiar hardness pressing into my back side.

"I............!" I cried.

"In love with my jeans?" he snorted.

I started to pull them off my head but he reached up and stopped me.

"Oh no!" he snickered, "I don't want to interrupt your fantasy!"

Instinctively my body pressed backwards. His cock slipped up and down between my butt cheeks.

"You... Damn! You are....!" Mark stammered as he pulled us together, "I can't ....get enough ...of you... I don't understand what...how you... control me!"

My mind was spinning at his words. I think he had everything in reverse!

"No matter how much ...how many times we make love, you always push me to another level ....seducing me ....making love to me ....fucking me right out on the streets of El Paso!" he gasped.

Now I knew he was confused.... I seduced HIM? I seemed to recall a different ordering of the events of this day.... but instead of speaking, all I could do was mewl and whine.

"You're so damned sexy ...so cute ...so fucking perfect, Randy Martin! You're the perfect boy for me!" Mark sighed.

Again all I could do was squeak out tiny little noises as he held us together.

"I hope you're ready for it," he whispered in my ear. Well, where he guessed my ear would be inside his cum-stained Levis, "Cause you're gonna get fucked hard. Very hard. Very hard and fast. And with nothing but spit and my dick juice for lube!"

I gasped. My mind reeled.

"Yes!" I begged.

"You better hope there's enough juice in my cock because this spit will dry up pretty fast!" Mark panted as he hocked up a wad of saliva and slicked up his long, fat cock. I shuddered as his finger slipped inside my boy hole....

An hour later we were sitting in another all you-can-eat restaurant. I watched as Mark attacked his meal, which seemed to be piled quite precariously with all types of food on a large plate.

When I say we were sitting, I must add that I squirmed quite often. My ass was sore and tingly. And there was a gallon of Mark's jizz in my guts. He had delivered as promised. A quick and savage ravaging of my ass. It started out somewhat...uncomfortably until his long hose began lubing up my fuck chute; after that it had been paradise! And he did fuck me hard! More so than ever before. I guess it's because I am getting used to his massive cock. I mean, if he had fucked me like that the first time, I probably would have ended up in the hospital... Now I knew what I wanted... And how I wanted it!

I watched him downing his food while he casually talked about our plans for tomorrow, and our first day exploring the city. Mark avoided mentioning our recent sexual adventures and that puzzled me at first until I realized he was teasing me again. Or rather, trying to seduce me...right there in public....

It was the casual twinkle in his mischievous green eyes; the way he worked his long, sexy tongue... okay.... I guess his tongue isn't any longer or different than mine, but it is the way he uses it.... and those pouty, luscious lips as he carefully and deliberately slurped on a chicken drumstick. All I could think of was his mouth on my cock...

He just grinned... a "shit eating" grin while talking about Mexican food....

"I have to try preparing some of that stuff... I bet those cookbooks your Mom gave me might have some recipes in them... I watched that guy today...!"

"Carlos!" I squeaked while squirming in my seat.

It wasn't enough that Mark's jizz kept leaking out of my hole but now I had a completely raging boner to deal with...

"Yeah! He was a great guy...! Anyway... I watched him and the stuff...the ingredients aren't that different. Ground beef, tomatoes, lettuce... and .... well I'd have to learn how to make the shells...!"

"I bet you can find them pre-made in the grocery store..!" I suggested.

"Really?"

"Yes!" I laughed, "Have you ever looked for them?"

"No," he confessed.

"I bet when we get to Phoenix there will be a lot of different things in the grocery stores. Stuff that you'd never see in Tulsa...!" I suggested.

"Yeah!" he chirped as his tongue slipped around his lips.

I squirmed some more.

He smiled at me. A devilish smile. One that told me he knew his actions were driving me crazy...

In a lowered voice, he said, "Poor baby probably has a big fat boner!"

I turned beet red.

"Damn you!" I whispered.

"Me?" he replied in feigned innocence.

"Yes, YOU!" I softly hissed, "You KNOW what you're doing.... to me!"

Another big, cheeky grin....

"I could take care of that right here and now!" he offered.

My face MUST have displayed shock at his suggestion.

"NO!" I said adamantly, "I can wait until we get back to our room!"

"Are you sure?" he smiled.

I felt my cock lob out a big wad of dick snot.

"Y...Y...Yes!" I replied.

"Okay! It's a deal!" he giggled.

Leaving the restaurant was the most uncomfortable walk of my life. Between my leaking asshole, my leaking cock and my raging boner threatening to erupt like Vesuvius, getting to the car was a welcome event.

Once back in the security and privacy of the motel, I tore into Mark's ass with a vengeance. We went at it for... I don't know how long... before finally falling asleep.

The laundry... Oh yeah.... that kind of was put on hold until...later. It's all about taking care of the important things first. And Mark is the most important "thing" in my life!

The next morning we had breakfast at the motel's caf‚. There was no sign of the "mystery boy," but the same car was still parked outside the room across the court from ours. Any plans we had for lounging around the pool were shelved courtesy of the weather. Whereas it had been over ninety the day before, today the forecast called for the high to barely reach eighty degrees.

That gave me a chance to take our dirty clothes to the motel laundry facility. Mark gave his cum stained jeans a sorrowful look.

"I worked so hard to get them in that shape!" he lamented.

" Hard?' How hard?'" I chortled.

"I'll show you when you get back," he snickered.

"I'll hold you to that and...anyway... you can always autograph your new' pair in the same fashion!"

His face brightened considerably at the prospect.

I headed across the driveway to the laundry. There were two washers and two dryers. We really didn't have that much to clean so I figured this would be really easy. After starting the wash, I headed back to our room.

"What's our plan for today?" I asked Mark.

"I don't know.... I guess we could sightsee around the City and....I kind of wanted to maybe explore the desert a little bit," he said.

I smiled.

"You know it's ALL desert now, all the way to Phoenix...!"

"Yeah but it's all so new and...different... and I really wanna....!" Mark bubbled.

There was that little kid again...full of energy and innocence.

"But....," he continued, "I mean.... what do YOU want to do?"

I thought about it for a minute. We had decided that El Paso wasn't exactly what we were looking for.... it was very small and from what we saw in the newspapers, there weren't a lot of jobs. Mark had his heart set on Arizona. That's all he talked about!

I just kind of spontaneously answered him, "I don't care. I'm up for anything as long as it's with you!"

"Oh," he replied, shooting me a toothy grin, "Are you up' right now....?"

"Just watch how quickly I can be...!" I said while moving towards him...

"That was great!" Mark chirped as we laid next to each other.

"It gets better and better every time!" I sighed.

My eyes had a dreamy cast to them as I gazed at Mark's spectacular body.

Reluctantly crawling out of bed, I started to stuff myself into my jeans.

"I better check on the laundry," I said.

The washer shut off after a few minutes and I switched our clothes to the dryer. Exiting the small facility, I noticed the hood was raised on the car at the room opposite from ours. This was a chance I couldn't pass up!

Walking towards the vehicle, I heard a young, angry voice.

"FUCK! FUCK!! DAMN IT TO HELL!!!" the voice squeaked.

I poked my head around the open hood. There stood the "mystery boy..."

"Hi!" I chirped, "Something wrong?"

A very young, grease-strained face looked up at me; My mind told me there was no way this kid could be old enough to drive!

"Oh! He froze and stared at me.

I may still be a little bit (who am I kidding? Very!) naive, but it was obvious he was raking his eyes down my nimble frame and trying not to stare at my crotch.

"It won't start! FUCK IT! Why does this have to happen NOW?" he wailed.

"Maybe all you need is a new battery," I suggested.

"How the fuck am I going to get one? I don't know anybody here. And what if it's something worse?"

"Let me go get Mark. He knows more about cars than I do," I suggested.

A look of gratitude appeared on the boy's face.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course! Just wait here," I said and then turned towards our room.

I didn't go one pace before spinning back and sticking out my hand in friendship, "I'm Randy. Randy Martin!"

The boy smiled and shook my hand. He had very long, skinny fingers and from what I could see, a very nice sun tan.

"Kevin! Kevin Nelson," he chirped.

"Well, Kevin, Wait here. I'll be right back!"

"Okay! Great!" he squeaked.

I hurriedly crossed the courtyard to our room. As expected, Mark was lounging on the bed watching TV. Naturally he was naked as a jaybird.... wherever that expression came from I never understood...

"Ready....?" he started to ask.

I tossed him his jeans and a self-cropped T-shirt.

"Hurry up and get dressed. Your services are needed," I laughed.

Naturally he looked puzzled.

"Our mystery boy!' I just met him! His name is Kevin and he has car trouble!"

Mark's face shot me an evil grin.

"Don't get any ideas," I warned him, "He's probably jail bait and....!"

"Oh I'd NEVER take advantage of...." he started to say in a self-righteous tone.

My uncontrolled laughter told him that I didn't believe a word he was saying.

Now it was Mark's turn to try and stuff his long, fat cock into a pair of very worn, tight jeans.

"It would be easier if your cock wasn't always hard!" I mimicked his earlier comment.

"Well I thought you were going to take care of it...!"

"I will... Maybe we can give Kevin another live show!" I hooted.

"OH YEAH!!!" Mark yipped as he put on his sneakers.

Kevin was waiting right where I left him. His eyes took in the spectacle of Mark's body as we approached. It was obvious he was staring but trying not to be noticed...

"What's wrong...?" Mark asked.

"The fucking thing won't start!"

Mark climbed in and turned the key. There was nothing but a weak noise and then a clicking sound.

"It sounds like a bad battery but it could also be that your alternator crapped out!"

"Oh fucking GREAT!" Kevin cried.

"We can try jump starting it; if that works and we remove the jumper cables and it keeps running, then it is probably just the battery. On the other hand, if it dies, then your alternator is bad and it killed your battery!"

"Do you have any jumper cables...?" I started to ask.

"Yes!" Kevin chirped.

Mark and I both had a set but they were buried somewhere in our vehicles...

"I'll get my car," Mark offered.

"Great!" Kevin squeaked, "And I'll get my cables!"

I had to suppress smiling as Kevin reluctantly was forced to stop ogling Mark...

He rummaged around for the cables as Mark pulled up in his Challenger.

"That car is so NEAT!" the boy squeaked, "It's just like the one in that movie, Vanishing Point!'"

"Well... Not exactly," Mark explained, "It doesn't have the same engine and...!"

"But it still looks so cool... and I bet you can really haul ass in it... Not like MY car," Kevin whined as he nodded towards his vehicle, "It's an old man's car!'" [a 1973 Dodge Dart]

I tried not to laugh at his comment...

"It's not a bad looking car...!" Mark said, trying to assuage the boy's feelings.

"Shoot... It only has a six cylinder and....!" Kevin started to say.

"Then I bet it gets really good gas mileage," Mark exclaimed.

"Oh yeah! That it does...!"

"Well, see... That's important! Especially now with gas costing so much...!"

[Average cost depending on the region in 1974 was..... 53 cents a gallon!]

"Yeah I guess so...but both you guys have such great looking cars. I bet yours is fast too," Kevin said, nodding towards me, "Have you guys ever raced...?"

Mark laughed and shook his head "No."

"Anyway... I guess I can't complain. Dad bought it for me as a graduation present and because I was in the top 1% of my class...!"

"WOW!" I exclaimed, "Are you going to college?"

Kevin seemed to look far away before answering.

"No... I thought about it but... I don't know... Maybe to a junior college or something. I guess I don't know WHAT I want to do with my life!"

Mark and I both laughed.

"Join the club," I chuckled, "I tried college and it didn't really interest me so I got a pretty decent job but then decided to move to Phoenix and...!"

"Phoenix? That's where I live... Actually in Paradise Valley... It's a pretty rich suburb...!"

"So your parents are ....?" I started to ask if they are "rich" but that sounded so cheesy.

Fortunately Kevin intercepted my momentary "faux pas..."

"Oh yeah... They're both loaded. We have a huge house with a pool and everything...!"

I wanted to hear more, but Mark had the jumper cables hooked up and was ready to try starting Kevin's car.

"Get in and give it a shot," he told the boy.

Kevin complied and his car fired right up.

"That's a good sign," Mark exclaimed, "Now when I remove the cables, if it keeps running, then that's an even better sign!"

I could see that Kevin was waiting with anticipation as Mark removed the jumpers. Kevin's car keep purring away.

"Great! I bet it's just your battery!" Mark exclaimed.

"Now what do I do?" Kevin asked.

"Don't turn it off. We need to find a place to get you a new battery!" Mark explained.

"I know where there is a Sears...!" Kevin volunteered.

"That's great! You lead, and Randy and I will follow," Mark suggested, "In case you have any problems."

"You'd do that for me?" the boy squeaked (again).

"Sure! Why not?" Mark laughed.

I quickly retrieved our laundry. We soon ended up at Sears. The store was busy so rather than waiting, Kevin decided to leave his car there and the three of us headed to a nearby shopping mall.

"They're gonna check the charging system and the entire car too. I don't want to have it break down on the way back to Phoenix," Kevin explained.

This turn of events was going better than expected. It gave us a chance to learn more about our new friend. Mark was bursting at the seams with questions about Arizona and especially Phoenix. We explained to Kevin our plans to check out El Paso, Tucson and Phoenix... and maybe then over to Albuquerque.

"You don't wanna live here," the boy giggled.

"Why not?"

"Look around! There's really not a lot here!" Kevin chortled, "Tucson is really nice but as far as jobs go, there are plenty of openings in the hospitality field but not a lot of anything else. It doesn't get as hot as Phoenix, it rains a little bit more...!"

"About twelve inches a year," Mark interjected.

I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"He's read a lot of books about Arizona," I told our new friend.

My mind kept thinking about "twelve inches" as my eyes roamed over Mark's body.

"Well... He's right! Phoenix is hotter, drier and a lot bigger!" Kevin explained, "And as for Albuquerque.... It's okay I guess.... A lot smaller than Phoenix, and it does snow there...!"

"No thanks!" I laughed.

"Oh not very much but...," he said

"How do you know all of this...?" I started to ask.

"Oh I've been all over the place," Kevin smiled.

That remark kind of segued into learning more about our "mystery boy." We found out that he was in El Paso alone...

"I kind of needed a vacation and wanted to get away from home, " he explained.

"So why come HERE? Like you said, there isn't a lot....!" I started to ask.

"Well... It ... I had to get out of state....!" the boy stammered.

"You aren't... in trouble... with the law or something?" I asked.

Immediately I felt like a fool for asking such a question.

"Oh no! I promise!" Kevin squeaked, "I just had to go somewhere where no one knows me...!"

"You're that popular?" I laughed.

He blushed.

"No... Well, I know a lot of people and my family has connections all over the state... I mean in Arizona....!"

"So then why not some place like Los Angeles or Las Vegas?" Mark chimed in.

Kevin paused before answering.

"Well.. I think you have to be twenty-one to go into any of the casinos in Vegas. I'm not sure... but anyway, I don't... or rather wouldn't want to... because I'd end up pissing all my money away.... And Los Angeles... It's too expensive. My money would have run out in half the time!" he said.

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

"Ten days," Kevin replied.

"Holy cow! That's a long time! All alone?" Mark chirped.

"Yeah. Well. I guess so, sort of....!" Kevin said softly.

I wasn't sure what he meant by that...

"We... Mark and I... kind of wondered because... like when we first saw you...we didn't think you were even old enough to drive yet!" I stammered.

Kevin blushed and then he smiled.

I've heard that a lot. All my life. I mean... not about driving but how old I do...or actually, don't look. When we went on vacations and it came time to eat dinner or something they always gave me the fucking kids' menu even when I was in my teens!" he groused.

Mark and I couldn't help laughing at his attitude.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Me too," Mark added.

"I've always looked like a little boy," Kevin groused, "And being skinny like a string bean doesn't help!"

"Well... Uh.... How old are you? I mean, you don't have to tell us .... but I'm twenty-one and Mark will be in October!" I said.

"It's okay. I'm... I just turned nineteen," Kevin replied.

"Holy cow! You sure don't look it!" Mark exclaimed.

Kevin blushed.

"You two don't look twenty-one either!" he giggled.

We learned that Kevin has a brother; two years younger than himself.

"He's the athlete. Goes out for all the sports. He's a lot taller than me and pretty built. More like you," Kevin said, casting a roaming eye at Mark, "Although you're a little bit taller."

"6' 4"!" Mark replied.

"Yeah.... Nick...that's his name... He's 6' 2". The apple of Dad's eye...!" Kevin said in a tone that almost sounded bitter.

Mark and I quickly exchanged glances at Kevin's sudden attitude change.

"So your Dad doesn't....?" Mark fumbled for his words.

"He wanted a star athlete for a son and his first born was nothing but a skinny book worm!" Kevin barked, "and I think Mom and Dad went for round two hoping that the next born would be better...!"

"That's bullshit!" Mark barked, "No one should treat their children like that!"

I agreed. Kevin kind of gave us both a wry smile.

"So does .... How.... does your Dad treat you?" Mark asked.

"He ignores me. Really. That's about it. Even when I made the honor roll for four years and the National Honor Society, it was no big deal to him....! I think the real reason he bought me the Dart was so I would spend more time away from home...!"

"WHAT?" I yelped, "Are you KIDDING? You could pretty easily get into ANY school in the country with achievements like that! I thought I was doing good just by being 23rd in my high school class....!"

"Fourth place," Kevin said softly.

Mark and I both stared at the young teen.

"You don't even want to know where I placed!" Mark groused.

"You didn't do that badly. Actually, you were just behind me!" I said.

"But I was nowhere near fourth place!" Mark laughed.

"So what did it get me?... But Nick ends up winning some bullshit trophy for football or something and Dad goes ape shit nuts!" Kevin complained.

"That really does suck... but you know what? Your accomplishments will follow you and help you all through your life. Nick's won't matter in a year. They won't help him get into college or find a good job," I said.

"Thanks," Kevin smiled, "You guys are really nice!"

I couldn't help staring at his pretty deep blue eyes and sandy blonde hair. They framed his very petite frame and made for an adorably cute appearance.

The conversation drifted back to Phoenix, largely because of Mark's many questions. I was glad for that because it took Kevin's mind off of his unhappy relationship with his Father. He never said much about his Mom, and I decided not to ask.

One thing I did notice was his avoidance about going into any detail as to why he had spent ten days in El Paso, and the whole story regarding having to get out of Arizona made me think he was avoiding something back at his home....which I guess made sense considering the frosty atmosphere with his Dad.

Kevin never said anything to us about what had happened at the motel swimming pool either. It was almost like Mark and I had never fucked! It almost made me wonder if he is gay, or just had been aroused by our display of sexual passion. I decided let the incident slide. One thing for certain was that Kevin had been watching us very closely. From the restaurant encounter to the "pool fuck" and apparently even more times; he was either spying on us (I doubted that) or trying to figure us out (more likely).

"Guess it should be time to pick up your car," Mark said.

Time had flown by as we learned more about each other.

"Yeah, I guess so," Kevin said quietly.

"I gotta take a piss first," Mark announced.

"Me too!" Kevin chirped.

"That makes three!" I chuckled.

We found an out-of-the-way restroom in the mall and headed inside. I knew this could be very interesting! Fortunately there weren't many shoppers present, probably because it was midday and right after a holiday.

The restroom had a long urinal that made me think of a horse trough! NO privacy panels or anything! You just walk up, pull it out, and let loose... I played it casually as we entered: Mark first, then Kevin and myself (which gave me a chance to check out his very tiny ass).

Mark gave me a cheeky smile as he meandered up to the urinal and unsnapped his Levis.

"Like a horse pissing on a farm," he chortled.

We both giggled at his description.

Either by coincidence or by design (I favored that option since nothing he ever does is by chance), Mark was nearest to a wall. I took a position considerably down from him, allowing Kevin an option of standing to my left (between both of us) or to my right closer to another wall.

I wasn't actually surprised when Kevin ended up between both of us. There was a respectable distance allowing for some modicum of privacy but at the same time, he had a perfect chance to check both of us out.

Mark pulled out his fat slab of meat, shot both of us a cheeky grin and quipped, "Got any fires you need extinguished?" before a thick stream of piss struck the urinal.

I do mean "struck!" I halfway expected the force of his stream to crack the porcelain! Like everything about him, even the simple act of pissing was a case study in raw power...yet he was so easy going and casual!

There was something else different this time. Maybe it's because there are three of us standing next to each other, but suddenly the sight and sound of Mark emptying his bladder into the urinal seemed very....erotic. My body trembled with excitement as I pulled out my cock and started to do the same.

Poor Kevin was trying not to look at what was happening on each side of him but it was a losing battle. His surreptitious glances turned into outright stares as his mouth opened in awe. He must have succumbed to the same erotic feelings as me because his jeans quickly parted and he hauled out a very impressive cock that I guessed to be about 6 «" long...and it was still soft! My mind numbed at the possibility that here was yet another big-dicked young boy!

Our streams became synchronized and the sounds echoed around the room. The game changer came when Mark let out a soft groan while still flooding the receptacle. I looked over and saw his cock starting to bone up.

Past experience had revealed that he was quite capable of peeing with a boner. Kevin looked from me to Mark and then back.

"WOW!" Kevin silently groaned as his cock started to lengthen.

My piss stream trickled off and I was left holding my throbbing cock while staring at the sight to my left. Mark's rod was now at full length. The look on his face told me there was no turning back.

"Sometimes you just gotta...!" he moaned and then, gripping his long thick prick with both hands, started pounding it with a vengeance.

"Shit!" Kevin hissed as he began to vigorously double hand his cock...which had GROWN a lot.... it looked to be maybe nine inches or even more! It was perfectly uniform in length, not as thick as mine and capped by a cute mushroom head.

"Skipper all over again!" I thought while once again realizing that I again had the smallest piece of meat...

There stood the three of us, whipping our cocks to death. Mark shot first. Arching backwards while thrusting his long rod forwards, the sound of multiple cum shots hitting the cold white porcelain were clearly audible.

Instantly I lost it and followed suit. The massively fat helmet on my "soldier" turned a scarlet purple and began spewing thick white cream into the basin. Kevin quickly followed suit and began showering a thin, watery rain. While his cock was not overly thick, the length on his small frame made it look very impressive. Hell, it WAS impressive! Seeing him and Mark in the prime of their orgasms made my body tingle with lust.

By reckoning, Mark shot the most; Kevin and I tied but we were close behind my tall ginger stud. After shaking off the last drops of jizz, he gave both of us a silly grin.

"This is always the worst part; trying to stuff everything back in place!" he giggled.

Next came the funny part: After cramming our still-engorged pricks back in our Levis, we left the restroom in single file. A sharp observer would have noticed three overly obvious bulges and telltale wet spots on our jeans...and very strained gaits as we walked down the long hallway back into the center of the mall. None of us said anything about what had just happened. In fact, Mark and Kevin resumed their conversation about Phoenix and Arizona.

On the ride back to Sears, it was much the same. I could sense a sexual tension in the car, and the scent of fresh sex stuck to us like glue. Yet none of us said a thing about what we had done.

Kevin picked up his car and we returned to the motel.

"When are you leaving?" the boy asked us.

"We have the room until Thursday," I said.

"Oh," he replied in a sad tone, "I have to head back to Phoenix....!"

It was then that I noticed there was a suitcase in the backseat of his car.

"I was going to leave this morning when this bullshit with the battery hit," he explained.

"I have an idea," Mark suggested, "Why not stay one more day and we can all caravan together back to Phoenix... I mean, we're gonna stop in Tucson along the way but.... It would be a lot of fun...!"

I looked at him quizzically, trying to figure out where he was going with this idea. Kevin's face briefly brightened then he suddenly frowned.

"I can't. I mean... I'd like to. It sounds like fun.... but after this bullshit with the battery, I barely have enough money to get back to Phoenix," he paused, "I mean, I HAVE money! LOTS of it.... But it's back home. When I left, I just took what I had with me and now it's almost gone....!"

Something about that didn't sound right. If someone was planning a trip, why wouldn't they take enough cash to cover a small emergency like this? Especially, as Kevin had claimed, he had plenty of cash?

"Oh... Well.... That's no problem! I mean, if you need a room, you can stay with us here until we leave and the same thing for Tucson!" Mark chirped.

I gave him another questioning look.

"You'd.... You guys would be okay with that?" the boy asked.

"Sure! We like you and... you can always pay us back later!"

Kevin looked at Mark, then me, and slowly turned his head away. When he looked back in our direction, his eyes were full of tears.

"You... you... guys are so nice.... When I first saw you I kind of knew that.. Even though he looks like he could beat me up!" Kevin sobbed while nodding at Mark.

"I don't know why people always seem to think that about me!" Mark laughed.

"But... but...!" Kevin sobbed.

"What? What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I haven't exactly told you the truth about... a lot of things... like why I am here!" he cried.