I turned a shade of red I didn’t know I had. I didn’t shave. I didn’t have to shave. I was always smooth, private parts and everything else. I had long hair to go along with that smoothness. My friends would make fun of me sometimes when they walked behind me and Tiffany, saying they couldn’t tell who was who from behind, especially when we were both wearing shorts.
Bill grabbed my dick fully and began stroking it. As hard as I tried to fight, I couldn’t help but feel myself get hard. I gazed at his massive hand as it thrust in and out of my shorts. It was a weird feeling to be sitting with my legs spread open and having an old man with his hand up my shorts. I kept biting my lower lip, Bill kept pulling his hand out and licking it and shoving it back in. Finally, I gave in. “Ooh!” a high-pitched whimper. I clutched the seat, pleading Bill with my eyes for him to stop. No one had ever touched me like this, no one had ever made me feel this way.
My back began to arch as a feeling I’d never experienced took hold of me. My body began to tremble, my toes curled, “Oh fuck!” I let out a high-pitched squeal. My hands grabbed Bill’s forearm. I couldn’t help it. A stream of cum jetted out, plastering the shift knob and the radio controls. A second squirt struck the windshield. My shorts were covered in cum, my shirt was splattered, it was everywhere. “Ohh, m’God! Ohh God! Unnnh!” I moaned. I had my hands locked on to Bill’s forearm, just as his hand was locked on to my dick.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…like a fire hydrant!” Bill marveled. Both men quickly began wiping it up and shoveling it into their mouths hungrily. Bill kept his hand on my dick, stroking it and making sure he took all that I had to give him. I lay back in my seat, breathless as I watched both men slurp up my cum. “Mmm…mmm…some sweet college honey!” Mark exclaimed, licking his lips.
“Shorts got soaked,” Bill said, “nice big shot you had!” I was still worn out from the orgasm. I was leaning back in my seat and never bothered to close my legs and Bill kept stroking me.
“These shorts are gonna have to come off,” Bill said, his grip intensifying. He began stroking me again. “No…please don’t,” I begged softly, touching his hand. I moaned again as he ignored my pleas and continued fingering and stroking me back to a complete erection.
“Did you hear me? Shorts need to come off! Now!” Bill said sternly, releasing my dick.
“Okay, okay. Jeez,” I leaned back and perched both feet up on the seat and began peeling off my shorts. I lifted my ass up and the shorts peeled off, cum hitting my thighs and legs. Bill hastily grabbed my shorts and yanked them off. Mark couldn’t focus on the road as both men whistled and howled loudly as they leered at my body. I kept my left foot planted on the seat and my right foot was resting on its side as I looked up at Bill, embarrassed and ashamed but also worried that he wouldn’t be happy with what he saw.
“Now the shirt,” he pointed. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Whatever, I was already naked down below. This was no time for modesty. I hooked my fingers underneath and peeled off my shirt, my washboard abs coming into view.
Bill licked his lips then made a loud slurping noise with his mouth. “Fuck yes, you’re gorgeous! Even better under the hood than I thought! I’m gonna love you good!” He moved in closer to me, wrapping his left arm around my shoulder and leaning in closer. He touched my chin and tilted my head up to look him directly in the eyes. “Perfect, hairless little body, just as I thought it would be!”
“Mmm…spread those legs baby, oh god damn, that is nice and smooth,” Bill continued running his index finger on the underside of my dick. He proceeded to then grab my balls while spreading my thighs apart even more. At this angle, he had clear access to my hole and began stroking my dick more aggressively.
All this time, I kept rationalizing what was happening. Kept reminding myself how Bill said he used to fuck men while he was deployed overseas. Sure, I hadn’t nailed Tiffany in the 5 years that we had been together, but I was just trying to be a good boyfriend. This wasn’t being gay. This was actually embracing my manhood! I didn’t know what to feel about all that, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt. Bill really seemed to be enjoying me. He leaned in to sniff my neck and my face, kissing my neck and cheek, slowly drifting close to my lips. I quickly turned away. No, no kissing. That would be above and beyond embracing manhood.
“Fuck this, I’m gonna need to park somewhere soon,” Mark grumbled. We turned on to a dirt road in a heavily wooded area and kept driving until we reached a small clearing. There was nothing but a forest of trees for miles. A full moon shined down upon us, providing us with surprisingly ample light.
“Let’s see you work that pretty mouth!” Bill said. He grabbed my dick and collected as much cum as he could on to his index finger before shoving it into my mouth.
I gagged at first, knowing that his finger was caked with my own cum but I sucked on it hard and applied as much suction as I could. It was easily as long and thick as a cigar. Saliva dripped down on to my breasts and my inner thighs. He pulled out. “Lean back a little more, let me see that little pussy of yours!” He wrapped his arm around my lower back and easily slid me close to the edge of the seat. He made a few circular motions around the hole, “relax and take deep breaths and let me in!”
report I gasped at first, then groaned. I had heard through the grapevine that getting your prostate massaged was an orgasmic experience. So far, I was being disappointed. He began moving his finger around, almost felt like I had to take a shit. It was unpleasant until I felt him massage my prostate.
“Oh! Oh fuck! Oh shit…shit! Oh what are you doing! Ohhh!” I squealed. A second cum-shot, this time from Bill finger-fucking me. My nipples were getting sore from being hard for so long.
Mark cut the engine and turned towards me, “Mmm…’bout time I get in on this hot little body!” I squirmed as he started pinching my nipples. My ass came off the seat from the intensity of the orgasm. Mark grabbed my dick, catching my cum in his palm before licking it clean.
“It’s the sticks out here, nothin’ but trees for miles!” Bill said reassuringly. Both men opened their doors and got out. I was trying to make my way out but Mark grabbed my neck from behind and pulled me down so that that my head was hanging off the edge of the driver’s side of the bench. “Open that pretty mouth, sweety! I got some nice tube steak for you!” Upside down, I could see his large hairy belly that continued down into a large bush of dark and gray hair.
Mark had a nice fat dick. Not as long as Bill, but certainly thick, especially around the lower shaft and base. It was almost conical. He brought it my mouth and I kept it sealed shut in protest. Undeterred, he pinched my nipples, “purple nurple!”
“Yowww!” I screamed just as he crammed his dick deep into my mouth. I could barely open my mouth wide enough for it.