Hi there, men! My name is Cody. I'm twenty-three years old, almost twenty-four, and I manage a very popular coffee house in Genoa City, Wisconsin for Nick Newman, who is a real lip-smacking. mouth-watering hunk. I'm a college graduate, majoring in business, but that didn't stop me from pursuing my interest in sports. Both in college and high school I tried out for every sport on the boards. Football was my personal favorite man-to-man contact sport. I played defensive line, along with Nick Newman. I would've liked to have been star quarterback, but that honor went to Matt Clark, a real wise-ass punk who went on to cause alot of trouble in Genoa City for Nick and his family. Thankfully, Matt skipped town some time ago---long after the shooting that erroneously landed Nick in jail and turned Clark into a fugitive from the law. I've always liked Nick; he's a hell of a guy and one good looker, too. I sure would like to get a hand on that bulge in his jock strap but he's happily married to a gorgeous blond babe, has two beautiful children, and is simply unattainable. So I am forced to lust after him from afar.
No one knows that I have an insatiable desire for other men. That's the primary reason I tried out for all the teams. Working up a hot, raunchy sweat on the field or on the basketball court, grappling together on the wrestling mat and scrubbing down in the showers afterwards always gave me my fill of hunky eye candy. A few years back I stumbled upon an isolated rest stop with a large hole carved between the stalls where I could live out my sexual fantasies with anonymous truckers and passers-by. And then came the night, several weeks ago, when one of my fantasies actually became reality and I had furious, glorious sex with gorgeous Carter Mills, an employee at the coffee shop! Little did I know at the time that Carter housed a secret agenda---and I was being deliciously used in his twisted plot.
But I am getting ahead of myself. There is someone else who can tell you the story much better than I. Before he starts, however, you should know that my tale is one of rough, raunchy and descriptive sex between some awfully hot guys. So if you are underage, please read no further (as if this will really stop you). Also, I must state that my original character, as well as the others contained in this story, are the sole property of CPT Holdings. As man hungry as I may sound, the actor portraying me---or any of the other actors on the televised series---are not necessarily likewise inclined.
Okay, JR, now that I've hopefully enlivened the usual boring disclaimer, go on and tell all your readers my story, as I recounted it to you last night when we met at my favorite rest stop. I'm getting hard just thinking about it. as I know they soon will be. Dig into your pants, Y&R readers, and don't be afraid to tell nasty-minded JR your thoughts on the tale.
copyright (c) 2000 JRoyale
The coffee house was busy, enjoying one of those last-minute rushes that helped propel sales and further establish Nick and Sharon Newman as successful entrepreneurs, despite the reservations of Newman's doubting father. The friendly and efficient staff was well-equipped to handle the surge in late-night business, but manager Cody's heart just wasn't in it. Forcing a strained smile, he went through the motions of serving the coffee house patrons, most of whom he knew by name, but failed to engage in any conversation. On a usual night, the good-looking former athlete would have dazzled the crowd wtih his pearly white smile, cute dimples deepening and cobalt-blue eyes dancing, but tonight he was in a deep funk. In fact, he'd been down in the dumps for weeks and the reason for his depression was just across the room, waiting on one of the many tables scattered throughout.
Carter Mills. The rugged, vagabond traveler who had shown up in Genoa City several months ago and who was quickly hired on by the Newman family. He was darkly handsome with deep-set hazelnut colored eyes hooded by always-questioning arched eyebrows. The planes of his face were angular, highlighted by a strong, stern jaw now showing a heavy five-o-clock shadow of manly bristles. A thick, shiny head of dark wash-and-wear wavy hair was cut short at the back and sides, but longer on top. He had that rough, sexy look of a man who'd just crawled out of bed, thrown on a pair of khakis and come to work. Cody had been smitten by the stud from the moment he first laid eyes on him and then miraculously, several weeks ago, opportunity knocked and Cody answered. They had fucked and sucked up a storm way into dawn right here in the main area of the coffee house. Cody gave his pretty ass again and again to the hung hunk---and then---nothing!
Carter had been all business the next day and every day since. There was no mention of their torrid lovemaking, not even a hint from the stud that it had even transpired---or would ever be repeated again. Cody felt horribly rejected. Based upon their one glorious night he had decided to give up his toilet tramp ways and concentrate solely on the delicious eight and one half inch monster belonging to Carter Mills. But after a few days he realized that, in a moment of heightened sexual libido, Carter had used him like a paid whore and there was to be no future for the two of them. He returned to the out-of-the-way rest stop, sunk to his knees on the piss-covered floor and half-heartedly attempted to service a particularly unattractive anonymous dick. After the older trucker had blown a load over Cody's smooth, unblemished face and left grumbling his disappointment, Cody sat back on the grimy toilet seat and began to sob. Tears of unrequited love slid down his pink cheeks, mixing with the trucker's salty cum, as he pined away for the true object of his desire.
Carter knew exactly how the sandy-haired slut was taking his rejection. Those big, blue puppy dog eyes that looked at him longingly across the room were filled with desire for another taste of Carter's strong, succulent sausage. The little cock pig didn't understand why he was being given the cold shoulder, and that was exactly the way Carter planned it. Everything he did was a well-conceived and calculated plot which would end in his domination of Nicholas Newman and, quite possibly, another shot at the sexy blond Mrs. Newman. Carter Mills was an alias to mask his true identity; he'd even had extensive plastic surgery performed to dramatically alter his physical appearance. Thankfully the surgeron's scalpal had not disfigured him but, instead, created an entirely different and equally handsome face. His real name was well known by the Newmans, by Cody, by the police---yes, by the entire town! Matt Clark: former college football quarterback and now fugitive from the law, whose true identity was known by only one other person---that money hungry ex-convict Larry Warton!
Carter's prolonged rejection of cock hungry cutie Cody was cleverly designed to keep the boy at bay---yet interested. He knew that when he approached Cody, his former football teammate would melt like butter and do his every bidding. Cody would be the catalyst in his plan to ensnare Nicholas Newman and, after it was over, he might take the long and lean cocksucker with him away from Genoa City. Cody was a well-oiled sex machine that no man could easily forget! It almost pained calculating Carter/Matt to do what he knew he must do next, but time was running short and the plan must soon be set into motion!
As closing hour drew near, the coffee house patronage began to disipate. Carter waited on his last table and proceeded to get an early start on the normal closing procedures. Cody kept an eye on the hunky stud, who seemed anxious to finish up and be out of the place. The atmosphere would become quite awkward once the coffee house had closed and they were left alone. Cody desperately wanted to question Carter about his abrupt change in attitude, but feared hearing the ultimate rejection. He was almost certain Carter had taken up with a girl in town; quite possibly Tricia, that neurotic blond he seemed overly friendly with.
Cody allowed the final stragglers to hang out and finish their coffee and conversation while he locked the front door; being alone with Carter would be much too traumatic for him. He hastened to balance the cash register and restock the coffee bar while Carter cleaned up tables and mopped down the floor. Even then, he couldn't prevent his eyes from wandering over to that tasty hunk of prime beefcake diligently performing his duties. The material of his polo shirt stretched across muscular, hulking shoulders as Carter vigorously wiped down the table top with fast, circular motions. As he bent over to retrieve a crumbled napkin from the floor, the seam of his tan khakis buried itself in the crevice of his chiseled backside, causing Cody's prick to jump.
Tearing his eyes away from this handsome vision, Cody left the sales floor and hid in the adjoining stock room. His lonely cock was rock hard and in desperate need of Carter's attention. He rubbed his stiff member through the material of his pants and cursed himself for ever having started with the sexy waiter. He should have just continued giving blow jobs and offering his ass up to nameless, faceless cocks at the glory hole. He would never have become addicted to the guilty pleasures of Carter Mills' hard, manly body.
He was startled when a hand touched his shoulder and spun around to land face to face with the square jawed stud. Carter said nothing at first. He ran his hands up the front of Cody's shirt, over his hardening nipples to the wide expanse of his collar bone. One big hand reached behind Cody's soft neck and pulled him in closely. Cody's lips parted without protest, accepting the dark haired man's juicy tongue. They kissed hungrily, hands groping each other's warm young body.
Carter reached down to take a handful of Cody's firm bubbled buns, while Cody ran his hands along the sinewy muscles of Carter's broad back. Their mouths worked together, rediscovering each other. Carter ground his expanding basket into Cody's hardened groin as he held him close.
"I've missed you," he whispered hotly into Cody's ear, nipping at the tender lobe. "You still want me, don't you?"
"OH, YES," Cody sighed, his prayers answered.
"Everyone's gone and the place is locked up," Carter breathed, his wet tongue probing. "Let's get out of here. I know a place."
Cody didn't need to be asked twice. The coffee house was spit-shine clean in record time and they were soon seated in Carter's second hand car, headed for the outskirts of town. Carter had suggested using only one vehicle and seemed insistent that Cody leave his in the coffee house parking lot. Cody had no objection; he couldn't bear the thought of being away from Carter for one second more than necessary.
"Take off your clothes," Carter ordered.
Cody grinned sheepishly, "Here? Now?"
"Yeah," Carter smiled lop-sidedly. "I want to see that hot little body right now."
Wicked adrenaline rushed through Cody's body as he kicked off his Reebocks and socks. Certainly it was late, but there were still many vehicles traversing the busy city streets. Any one of them might pull up next to the car at a red traffic light. While the driver of another car wouldn't be privy to his nudity, any truck driver would certainly have a mighty eye full. The thought of danger increased Cody's wanton libido as he pulled the polo shirt over his head and began fumbling with the zipper on his khakis. Pulling the tan-colored pants down to a bundle around his naked ankles, he kicked them off onto the floor and sat there with his hard prick tenting up and out of his bleached white briefs.
"Everything!" Carter drawled---and Cody obeyed. Hooking his thumbs into the waist band, he lifted his perfectly molded butt off the seat and slowly dragged the cotton material over his strong thighs and down to the pile on the floor.
Expertly traversing through the mild traffic, Carter took stock of the cute slut. "It" sat there entirely nude with one arm stretched across the top of the seat and the other resting on "its" right thigh, legs parted slightly and seven-plus inches reaching for the sky. The little whore would do anything he said; of that, Carter was sure. He certainly was a good-looking guy, Carter thought. His skin was so smooth and clean, tight and contoured in just the right places. His arms, calves and thighs were strong and lightly muscled. Twin pecs had a visible curve over a wide chest, their darkened nipples hardened now by his nakedness in the cool night air. His best asset was that butt, hard round globes chiseled to perfection In total, he looked like one of those unattainable porno cover boys owned exclusively by a smut movie studio.
With one hand on the wheel, Carter spat into the other, reached over and took hold of the bulging erection. Cody slid himself closer, spreading his thighs wide to allow Carter easier access to his throbbing meat. Carter's big fist encircled the handful of beef and began to pump up and down. His long fingers squeezed the solid shaft, turning the mushroom head a blazing shade of crimson. At the hairy root, he ventured down lower and fondled Cody's hanging nutsac in his palm. Tightening his grip on the sweaty sac produced a wave of glistening pre-cum from the piss slit. Carter scooped up some of the dick juice on his index finger and held it up to Cody's face. The young man sucked the finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the thick digit and tasting his own cum. He sunk low in the seat, one hand massaging Carter's right thigh while the other toyed with his hardened brown nipples.
Carter massaged the throbbing dick slowly and purposefully as Cody squirmed his ass around on the seat. The fair-haired dude's eyelids were at half mast and his mouth hung provocatively open, entranced by the male hand jerking him off. His hips thrust up and down. keeping time with Carter's hastening manipulation. Soon, Carter's hand was pounding on the pretty slab of dickmeat and Cody was panting heavily. They had turned off onto the Interstate which, at this time of the night, was seldom traveled in these parts. Seeing no other cars in sight, Carter steadied the wheel with one hand while he bent over to momentarily take the leaking head of Cody's cock into his mouth. His tongue swiped around the flanged head, dipped into the dripping piss hole and scooped up some joy juice before returning his attention to the road.
Cody moaned loudly. "OH FUCK, YEAH, CARTER!"
At about the same time on the other side of town, Nicholas Newman was doing battle with a punching bag in the tack room out at the Newman ranch. It was simply a way to pass the time while he waited. He knew it was late---very late---and that he should be at home in bed with his pretty wife while their children slept soundly in the next room. But on this night Nicholas had been unable to sleep. He had tossed and turned for hours before quietly slipping from beneath the covers and making a telephone call. There was a persistent itch up his young asshole which yearned to be scratched---and Nicholas reached out to the one person on the estate who could satisfy his immediate needs.
His concentration on the bag was so intense that at first he didn't see the other man enter the room. The newcomer leaned against the door frame interestedly observing the handsome twenty-three year old battle out his agression. It wasn't until Nick had danced around his imaginary opponent that he caught sight of his guest. Steadying the weighty bag with both gloved hands, his face broke into a wide smile.
"How long have you been standing there?" he asked by way of a greeting.
The older man responding by taking hold of the obvious bulge poking from the front of his knee-length bathrobe and massaged it in front of the Newman boy. Nicholas' smile was instantly replaced by a look of manly desire. He licked his full, puffy lips---the same lips which had first sucked that cock when he was only twelve years old---and hastily worked to untie the cumbersome boxing gloves so that he could get at the man. He needed a cock up his ass---and he needed it NOW!
There was no need for conversation; they had played this game numerous times over the years. They'd fucked here in the tack room, out in the stables, up in the old tree house, down by the lake and even in Nicholas' own childhood bedroom late at night when everyone had gone to sleep. There were also those times, too numerous to recall individually, when teenaged Nicholas crept down to a room in the servant's quarters and offered his cute little boy butt to the faithful manservant. Miguel had cornholed the rich boy so often he knew every single pleasure point in Nicholas' body.
Miguel was a distinguished early-forties Mexican immigrant who had loyally served the Newman family for many years and subsequently knew most of their dirty little secrets. One of the best kept secrets had to do with the handsome young man peeling off his clothes in front of Miguel at this very moment. So many years ago, the curious prepubescent boy had come to Miguel filled with questions he was too embarrassed to ask his father. Miguel had answered his guarded queries and then introduced the seventh grader to the joys of masturbation. The masturbation soon became mutual, one thing led to another and eventually Nicky was offering up his tight little ass---which Miguel took again and again. He marveled now at how that precocious little boy had grown into such a meaty hunk!
With a mischevious twinkle in his eyes, nude Nicholas smiled naughtily and turned away from the man. With his legs comfortably spread more than shoulder width apart, Nicholas bent at the waist to rest his hands on those mighty thighs and jutted his big, tight glutes out towards the manservant. His smooth ass cheeks parted invitingly, exposing Nick's anxious, rosy asshole. The wrinkled asterisk seemed to wink at the older man as Nick reached around to take hold of his taunt melons and stretch his ass cheeks even wider.
In less than a heartbeat Miguel dropped his robe and was kneeling on the cold floor between Nicholas' masculine legs. His tongue began its familiar journey up along the tangy crevice of Nick's hot ass trench. When he reached the pouting hole, Miguel's mouth clamped down and he proceeded to expertly tongue the sweet bud. He lapped at the pouting pink lips just the way Nicholas always enjoyed it. The young hunk's flat belly tightened as he bore down, distending his manhole and forcing the wet, swollen lips to pulse open. Miguel's long tongue dove deep into Nicholas' shithole and pleasurably ate out his delectable ass.
"Ewwwww, yeah, Miguel," Nicholas groaned in his masculine voice. "I love the way you eat my man pussy! It feels so fucking good! Just like it did when I was a kid! Ohhhhhhhh...you're tongue feels like it's sooooooo far up in me!" He took his roaring ten-inch hard-on in hand and began beating the fuck out of it. "Miguel, you're making me leak like a faucet with that hot mouth of yours! I'm so fucking horny! I can't last much longer! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME, DAMMIT! I NEED IT NOWWWWWW!!!!!!!"
Miguel reluctantly came off the tasty ass and slapped both dimpled buttocks as he rose up behind the young stud. His big uncut piece slid up along Nicholas' hot trench as he teasingly pressed it against him. Nick reached back, spreading his cheeks wide to lure the spicy chorizo inside of him. The plump, wet lips of his manhole fluttered open and a balmy heat radiated from the yawning pit. Miguel slid heavy foreskin back, exposing his fat cockhead, and effortlessly popped it into Nicholas' steamy fuckhole.
"Oh, yeah, Miguel," he cooed. "That feels so nice! I want it bad, man! REAL bad! Give me all of that hot Mexican cock and fuck my ass real good! You know how to do me just right! Stop teasing me with that fat knob and FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!!!!!"
As he thrust his healthy meat deeper into the young man, Miguel shuddered to think what the boy's father would think of such talk! Victor Newman was a ruthless and powerful man. If he knew that his trusted house man had been buggering his son since puberty, old Vic would first perform castration and then send him back to that south of the border hellhole he'd come from. These frightening thoughts drifted into his conscious mind every time he spent with Nick---but when he felt the awesome tightness of Nicholas' manpussy pulsing against his cock all thought of reason was gone!
Inch after inch of dark Mexican dick disappeared up into the Newman heir's smooth ass until all eight were buried ball-deep. Placing his hands on the lad's hips, Miguel pulled Nick into him and ground his enflamed glans into the farthest recesses of his guts. With his ripe ass still thrust outwards, Nicholas raised his upper body and twisted around to meet Miguel's lips. He rammed his swollen tongue between the manservant's even teeth and kissed him hungrily.
"Fuck me, Miguel," he pleaded into the man's tasty mouth. Miguel reached around to tweak one plump nipple while his other hand encircled Nick's thick cockshaft. "Plow my fuckin' ass just like you've always done and fill me up with that hot Mexican juice!"
Miguel had had enough foreplay. Pushing on the small of Nicholas' wide, tapered back, Miguel forced him back into a bent position. He withdrew his mighty shaft, watching the younger man's pink ass walls tenaciously clinging to its girth. Nick's pussy lips clamped down under the ridge of the big cockhead, refusing to let him go completely. Miguel smiled, recalling how Nick's twelve-year-old bung hole had performed the same trick. Then, with one mighty grunt, Miguel plunged his bloated pole back into the steamy chasm. When his hairy balls had slapped up against Nicky's dangling sac he ground his fucker around deep within the appreciative boy's bowels before pulling back.
Sexy Nicky grunted and groaned his pleasure as Miguel set a quick-quick-slow-quick pace to his fucking. The older the boy got the better he became, Miguel mused. As he relentlessly screwed the hunk's sloshy asshole, Miguel wondered how many others had gotten a piece of this finely bred butt. Not that it mattered. He had been the first---and was still privileged to get a crack at that hot hole he'd broken in so many years ago.
Again taking hold of Nick's big ten incher, Miguel worked at beating him off while he drilled ass. Nicholas placed his hand atop Miguel's and assisted him in manipulating the big, leaking prick. His muscular cheeks flexed as the dark Mexican cock pumped in and out of his stretched asshole. Each time Miguel hit bottom, a thick gob of luscious pre-cum oozed from Nicky's thick piss slit. He was getting royally fucked by his main man and loving every minute of it! Nicholas adored the way the hot cock heatedly throbbed in his bootie; the way it seemed to suck his asslips inward with each trust and grotesquely distend them outwards as the big cock came out for air.
The full eight inches of Miguel's impressive manhood thrusted in and out of the battered ass ring. Nick was raised to his toes with the violent impact of each deliberate thrust. The handsome Mexican wailed away, pounding against the younger man's prostate and placating his inner itch. Nick ground his smooth melons up against Miguel's thick crotch hair with each inward thrust. A wet, squelching sound emitted from the hunk's asslips as Miguel rode him like an untamed stallion. The older man's thrusts were coming faster and even deeper as his breath grew louder and shorter.
"Ohhhhhh.........OH FUCK, NICHOLAS! I'M CUMMING!!!!!!" be bellowed as he slammed his missile home and fired. With the first molten splash against his innards, Nicholas' panting gave way to a small cry and his balls let loose of their abundant cargo. Miguel continued to jerk him as he relished in the sensations of his own hot cum splashing into Nick's love hole. His man-balls pumped load after load of ethnic cum in Nicholas' Anglo asshole as the young man dreamily murmured, "Si, Papi, Si!"
Just like when he was a kid!
Carter hastily undid his pants and slid them down his hairy thighs as the car roared down the Interstate at 65 mph. His own blood-engorged erection bobbed out and slapped him flat on the belly. Needing no invitation, Cody rearranged himself on the seat. Propped up on his left side facing the dash board, feet curled close to his buttocks and legs opened in an "L" shape, Cody moved his head in between Carter's flat belly and the steering wheel. Wrapping one hand around the thick base of Carter's tool, he took the purple helmet between his lips and sucked up the free-flowing juices. His tongue played around the sensitive rim, urging more dick honey onto his lapping mouth muscle as he stroked the length of the big beast in his hand.
Carter groaned sexily as he buried the fingers of his free hand into the dude's short hair. "Cody, babe," he breathed heavily. "You're the best! When I blow this town I'm not goin' alone!"
His words were exactly what Cody had wanted to hear for weeks. In response, he opened his jaws wide and slid his lips all the way down the fat eight-and-one-half incher. Totally consumed by the little cock slut, Carter moaned and pressed down harder on the accelerator. They were now sailing along the darkened lonely highway at 73 mph. Cody expertly deep throated Carter's huge knob, coming up momentarily for air and then plowing his face with throbbing fuck meat once again. It felt to Carter as if there were hundreds of little fingers along the walls of Cody's throat, all of them lovingly massaging the length of his buried shaft. This sexy cock play was driving the hunky fugitive crazy. Their car was nearing speeds upwards of 80 mph!
Cody licked and sucked every inch of his cock. The hot blue-blood of its raised veins pulsed under his slick tongue. He worshipped the tasty hunk of meat with his mouth, determined to give Carter a blow-job he would never forget. Traveling along the swollen shaft with long strokes, he allowed the fat, winking head to come up and engulf the cavern of his mouth. Wrapping his hot, soft tongue around the swollen knob he lapped up the heavy, sticky drool before plunging nose-deep back down between Carter's spread thighs. Carter threw his head back against the seat, watching the road between heavy eyelids and absently pumped the car up to 87 mph!
Sliding a sweaty hand down the sucking stud's lean back, Carter found the cleft of his awesome bubble butt and worked his thick middle finger around the taut hole. Cody reflexively pushed himself against the probing hand and opened the tight, rubbery lips of his fuck box. Carter's finger plunged inside the hot hole and began frigging him wildly. Cody took hold of his own love tool and pumped away as he gorged himself on Carter's sweet salami.
They were like two studs in rut going at each other in the speeding car. Cody slammed the hot prick against the back of his throat, saliva drooling from the corners of his mouth as he snorted loudly and sucked like a wild man. His trained throat constricted around the plump buried head, sending shock waves of ecstasy through Carter's bucking body. When Cody slowly came up off the thick shaft, his teeth scraped the sensitive nerve endings along the flanged rim of the swollen head. Carter gritted his teeth together and pushed back against the seat, careful to keep the car under control as the sexy slut rang his chimes. Hot cum simmered in his aching sac, threatening to eject at any moment.
Carter removed his working finger from Cody's tempting little asshole and slid it between his lips. His tongue encircled the tip of his middle digit down to the first knuckle, much the same as Cody was now doing to his cockhead. The young man's butt juices tasted fresh and clean with a hint of intoxicating bitterness. Carter juiced up his index finger as well, and roughly pushed both of them up into the hot, gaping shit hole. Cody accepted them easily; the sexy coffee house manager was positively purring around the juicy cock in his mouth as Carter manipulated his butt chute.
As the speedometer hovered at about 92 miles per hour they roared past an eighteen wheeler on the Interstate, the driver never having a chance to see the hot action taking place on the Torino's front seat. Cody's hand was nearly a blur, fisting his aroused pecker. He furiously stroked his smooth thickness from bulging head to wide base. With his free hand, the handsome cocksucker cupped his weighty nut sac and feverishly squeezed the aching orbs.
A third digit toyed around the stretched rim of Cody's spanking clean shit-chute before disappearing into the overcrowded opening. Carter's long, thick fingers squirmed around inside the yawning asshole, probing ever deeper. Cody pressed his sex-charged body against the back of the seat, trapping the fucking hand between his round melons. Those wiggling fingers pushed and probed inside the once-tight muscle, searching for the trigger which would send the hot slut off into orbit.
Thick sweat covered Carter's face as his eyes attempted to remain focused on the darkened straightaway in front of him. He moistened his lips, drawn now in a quivering snarl and his breathing grew short and heavy. With the old jalopy now exceeding speeds of one hundred miles per hour, one false move could be fatal! But that was the exhilarating thrill of it all! Matt Clark had always lived his life on the edge. A new face had not changed his perverse pursuit of danger! The closer he got to orgasm, the more pressure he applied to the gas pedal! 101 ... 102 ... 103 ...
Trickles of sweat ran down between Carter's spread legs as he ground his naked ass around on the seat. Cody worshipped that cock like none he had ever had before. His slobbering wet lips ran up and down the full length of the beautiful shaft. A lesser cock slut would have choked on the horsemeat, but Cody was obsessed with giving the blow job of his life to the hot stud he now idolized. Time and again, he gobbled the massive monster down to the root and fucked that great knob deep down in his throat. Pulling the cock head back up into his mouth, he polished the oozing mushroom with his tongue and nipped at it with sharp teeth, causing Carter's big balls to knot up in their hefty sac. Blood rushed through Carter's ears as his hips bucked up against the slut's loving lips and he knew the moment was near.
They were now cruising at a death-defying 110.
Cody's balls tightened against his body.as a fourth finger savagely plunged into his ravaged rectum. Over the edge and panting hysterically, his cock exploded splattering load after heaping load out and against the illuminated dashboard. His asslips clenched down and held tight to the hand practically buried in his ass as his athletic body contined to convulse in the rapture of orgasm.
A growl started low in Carter's throat and soon came howling from his open mouth. The white lines of the roadway were merely a blur as his head shot back against the seat and his pelvis thrust upward. His steely prick rammed itself deep into Cody's mouth, practically suffocating the expert cocksucker in the dense forest of his soaking pubes. His cock blasted off, squirting streams of thick, salty ball juice straight down Cody's gagged gullet! His tight ass cheeks clenched with each orgasm that rocked his strong body, oblivious to the young man nearly choking on the massive amount of semen he was forced to ingest! Carter thought he would never stop cumming; in fact, it was as if his entire life force had been sucked out through his prick! He never knew how, or when, his foot came off the pedal or how the old car managed to stay on the roadway---ultimately sparing both their lives.
Panting heavily, perspiration dripping from his brow, Carter finally managed to bring the automobile to a stop on a grassy knoll at the side of the Interstate. Oblivious to everything else, Cody's lips were still locked on his shank, sucking up every last bit of scalding ball juice. Carter's adrenaline pumped wildly with the roller-coaster exhiliaration of the past few minutes. Under other circumstances, Cody would definitely be the guy for him, he thought, as he lifted the oversexed jock up to straddle his lap. Propping him back against the steering wheel, Carter stared into Cody's beautiful blue eyes as his hands seductively roamed along the cutie's sweaty athletic torso before leaning in to heatedly devour his cock-loving mouth.
"You're one fantastic lover," Carter drawled between mouthfuls of tongue. "You suck cock better than anyone, man or woman, has ever done me before. I'm in total lust with you, babe."
Cody smiled, his dimples deepening, as he ground his spectacular ass around in Carter's lap. "Sure would be nice for you to return the favor, man."
"You mean for me to put that pretty cock of yours between my nice, warm lips?" Carter queried, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Cody's blue eyes sparkled mischievously. "Not exactly what I had in mind, although I wouldn't protest."
"Well then, what exactly did you have in mind?" Carter played along with the game, his big hands reaching under to squeeze those luscious bubble buns resting on his hairy thighs.
Cody's wholesome boy-next-door face clouded over with undeniable lust. "I want you to plant every inch of that big, strong dick up my ass and fuck the living daylights out of me!"
"Sounds good to me, sport," Carter winked, sliding the nympho off his lap and turning the key in the ignition. "Only, not here. I know of a better place---a place where you're gonna get a fuck you'll never forget." Taking the next U-turn, Carter guided the old car at a reasonable speed back towards Genoa City.
To be continued . . .