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  • Steak picnic

    • I guess if I hadn't gotten stoned I would have had the will power to drive right by the route 3 rest area that night.

    I had managed to convince Mom to let me take her car to Alex's.

    Once I got there, Alex and his girlfriend Melissa rolled a big doob, cranked up the tunes and we all had a good toke. Alex is a little older than me and pretty hunky for his age. Melissa is always pawing him. I was so envious of her. Once the pot took effect, he looked even hunkier and his girlfriend's free access to him just made my hard-on all the more tortured.

    Images of big guys in the smut magazines I had hidden away at home kept persisting in my buzzed mind: A raised brawny arm exposing a furry armpit. A twink buried in the crotch of a muscle bear cop in uniform. A white boy speared by a thick black dong, his face looking exalted. Everything in me wanted to free my meat and have a sexual festival. I had to leave.

    "Oh sure, just get buzzed and bolt!" Alex complained.

    I shrugged my shoulders, raised my hand goodbye and hurried to Mom's car.

    I had heard things about the rest area. Friends at school were appalled at what supposedly went on there. They joked about beating up fags there and stealing their money.

    Maybe I could have a real man tonight though.

    My whole body shook in fear of actually stopping there. The thought of what men might be up to in the shadows had me kneading my chubby cock. My headlights lit up the "Rest Area Next Exit" sign and I was near panicked. I shouldn't do this. What if the police arrive? What if I get hurt in Mom's car?

    The prospect of having a man instead of a magazine was too alluring. I pulled in.

    There were cars everywhere, glowing cigarettes floating in the dark, silhouettes prowling in the brush. It was so scary to be there, so wrong, but my dick felt so right.

    I pulled off to the side and parked out of view from the highway. Mom's two-door had no air conditioning so my windows were already down in the summer humidity. Immediately a man, something like fifteen years older than me, walked up to the car. He crouched down, laid his forearms on the car door sill and gave me a good scare. He had a thick, dark beard and was wearing a plaid shirt. He reminded me of the husky guy that delivers food at school that I have a crush on.

    "What do we have here?" he barked in a low-pitched voice.

    I was a bit shocked that he was there. What should I do? I was rendered stupid from the sexual charge I got from him showing up with such abandon.

    The moonlight showed off enough of his face to see that he was really handsome.

    "Huh boy? What brings you here tonight?"

    "Uh, I don't know what I'm doing here, really," I mumbled.

    "Feelin' a little horny I'll bet."

    I didn't say anything. He read my mind. The tent I was pitching in my nylon running shorts kept getting bigger. God I wanted him to touch my cock. I could smell tobacco on him. The way his big lips looked when he talked, the way his beard moved with them, was making me weak. By this time I could make out that he had a barrel chest carpeted with dark fur. His big biceps and shoulders were stretching the fabric on his shirt. He had the aroma and energy of a stud. A predator, driven by dick.

    "Aren't ya? I know why you're here."

    "Well, ya gonna answer me?"

    I remained frozen. "Looks like you need some help with that," he said while reaching his big arm past the steering wheel and right onto my throbber. I went breathless while he gave it a good rub. His hand was huge and hairy. It felt amazing through the nylon. It felt so strong. He started yanking my meat and I exhaled in a shudder. Between the pot and the raw sexual chemistry, my whole body was surging.

    He seemed oblivious to all the cars pulling in and out, illuminating him leaning into my car. Couldn't that be trouble?

    "You cock feels nice, kid. My name's Al. I got a place we could go to ya know."

    "Um," was all I could manage to say. My mind was flipping out over what was happening. I was so monumentally turned on by him that I couldn't form any thought other than to say, frantically, "Feel my balls! Oh please, squeeze my balls."

    "You got it," he whispered and moved his massive hand down to my nuts. He clamped on them like he could pop them if he wanted to. I pulled my shorts down and gave him total access to my jewels. A little trail of precum oozed down the front of my shaft. I could tell he enjoyed my strained cries of lust every time he pressed on my set.

    "You're about to blow, aren't-cha?"

    I was. Oh my god he was making me so fucking hot. He moved back up to my shaft and jerked my bone with brute force. I don't think he realized how strong he was. I was on the brink of real pain but loving every stroke.

    "Why don't you come to my place? It's right nearby boy."

    What did he want to do to at his place?

    Just then he shifted his manly hips to the side just enough to give me a good view of the stiff member creeping down his pant leg. I had never been fucked before but I could tell he was the kind of savage that lived to plow a young guy like me.

    He wasn't letting up on milking my cock. One more stroke and I would have spewed everywhere. Instead, I was shocked to see another man appear at my passenger window. He looked in and saw Al's hand paused on my root.

    "Heh, you'd better watch out kid, Al's a rough one," the guy said. I was dumbfounded to realize that it was the food delivery guy from school. I must have blown a hundred loads to thoughts of his perfect butt in his delivery uniform.

    I could barely make out through the back window that someone was standing behind him on the walkway.

    "Ah, I've gotta go," I murmured, "my girlfriend is expecting me any minute now."

    "He ain't really thinkin' about fish is he Mark?," Al said to the delivery guy.

    "Heh, it's time for a steak picnic," Mark said to Al, with a smirk.

    "Uh, I don't know," I protested.

    "C'mon. Let's go," Al said with curt authority as if to say, "Quit fucking around," and opened my door. I grabbed my keys and he grabbed my arm. I pulled my running shorts on and stood up. Mark and the other guy were already walking toward a path in the brush toward a picnic table.

    Al motioned me to go ahead and I followed Mark's trail. As I walked, Al rubbed his hand on my crack, pushing his finger through the nylon to my hole. I slowed down a bit to let him work my ass. It felt so good, that Herculean hand.

    When we got to the picnic table, Al spooned me and put his massive arms around my chest and arms. His schlong was pressing on my butt. He shimmied his hand under the waste band of my shorts, put my whole cock and balls into his palm and simultaneously plunged his hot tongue in my ear, his furry face sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and fully surrendered to him. I was completely enveloped by the swell of his testosterone.

    He pulled away and guided me to the table. It was pretty dark because clouds were shrouding the moon -- I tripped and caught myself as he led me to one end of the table. He slipped his hands under my armpits and lifted me on to the tabletop and pushed me supine. I was head to head with the other guy Mark had with him, who was laying in the opposite direction at the other end of the table. Al whipped down my shorts and immediately went down on my hard-on. It was beautiful to see those furry lips undulate on my rod. His mouth felt so hot. "Uohh, a real man is sucking my dick, holy shit," I thought.

    He slathered my cock with a lot of saliva and then coated his fingers with it. He kept sucking and then rubbed the perimeter of my hole with his lube. He pushed past my ring with his knobby middle finger and the sensation was too much.

    "Ahh, shit, I, OHHH!" I blew a hot volcanic load in his mouth.

    He swirled his tongue around my cock and siphoned out my climax. Mark laughed. Al kept fucking me with his finger and my dick stayed hard. His whole mouth was this tight whirlpool sending myriad sensations all over my groin. He was eating me like a prick in his mouth was a life force, a primal urge, unstoppable.

    He growled and hummed in rapt lust in a way that transported me to the ultimate blowjob holiday.

    I could hear the other guy whining in delight while Mark straddled his chest and fed him his tool. I arched my neck and saw it happening upside-down. Mark was naked. You could make out a racing stripe of hair that bloomed into a thicket of fur on his taught chest. He had the guy's head in both hands and was giving out a face fuck of champions.

    Just then Mark slid forward and told the guy under him, "Eat my pucker Alex, I know how much that gets you off."

    Alex?

    God no, it can't be him. I'm so fucked if it is!

    My shock only lasted a moment. By that time I was too submissive to care because Mark's mungo hairy thighs were canopying my head. I arched my neck more to offer him my mouth. His cock was a whopper, damn thick and straight silhouetted by a jungle of brillo pubes. He pushed in. It felt like trying to fit a whole grapefruit in my mouth. I kept gagging and I could barely breathe but the feeling was so damn good to have Mark, my dream man, shoved in my mouth that I didn't mind. He kept pulling it out and thwapping it on my face. Something about the smell of his crotch was knock-out intoxicating. The sound of Alex's slurpy ass munching punctuated the moment.

    I reached around with both hands and cupped what I could of Mark's perfect butt. It was muscular and dusted with hair. It was so incredible that this fantasy fuck was smack reality.

    "Tell me how much you want this mighty cock and ass you fuckin' pair of dick tramps!" Mark sneered while he ground his glorious privates on Alex and my faces'.

    "Oohhhuuhhoh, please, please give me more," I strained, unintelligibly.

    "Yes! I love your man hole. I want it all night," Alex muffled and boom!, jerking his dick, he blew a gob of his cream onto Mark's ass. Alex gave out a long, "Uuuhhhhhh!" Mark scoffed in a deep tone, "Alex, you're such a total ass hussy, aren't cha."

    Mark pulled out of my mouth and stood up, a Greek statue towering above me. A drop of Alex's cum landed on my cheek. Silently he stepped down to the grass and displaced Al. Mark pushed me a little farther back on the table so that I was face-to-face inverted with Alex.

    It was really my buddy Alex. I looked at him. "Alex, what about Melissa?" I whispered.

    "Shut up," Alex said and pressed his lips on mine along with his tongue. I could smell Mark on his chin.

    Then, Mark lifted my legs up and started rubbing his member all over my cock and balls, my perineum and my primed asshole. I knew my virgin chute was much too tight for Mark's Billy club but I had to have him. I don't know how, but I knew to open up my sphincter to ease him in. He was merciful and slowly probed his way past my rosebud, and when he made it all the way in, he parked there. I could feel him pulsating. His jumbo tennis balls were flush against my cheeks. I kept kissing Alex. Our oral passion mounted as Al mounted Alex.

    Mark and Al were soon thrusting the two of us with an unbridled heat. The sound of slapping nads and erotic respiration brought the four of us to the heights of the most fiery of fucks. Mark's long, determined strokes were blowing me out of my mind. He found my spot and was proud to exploit the fuck out of it.

    "You colts are delirious for dong, aren't cha?" Mark asked while he drove his manhood deep in my ass and stirred it around. I pulled away from Alex and lifted my head to watch my Mark deliver his package. "Oh holy fuck yeah," I cried desperately to Mark,"I want it, I want it all, I want your cock so bad! Fuck me!" I was so crazed by watching his thick thighs, that back-dropped his beautiful nuts, sway and swivel while he poked my pussy. All that fur. All that manliness. All mine.

    Mark leaned over and burrowed his face on my tit while he continued to burrow my butt. He took his other hand and pounded my pud.

    "Don't do that or I'm gonna cum," I protested.

    He took that as a challenge and gave me everything he had. He planted his stubbly mouth on mine, stared intently in my eyes and ate my face. His furry chest was moist with sex sweat. His whole weight was on me, and in me. I raised my hips so he could drive me to my second rip-roaring climax.

    "AHH! I'm cumming!" I yelped just as Mark's cock swelled in me and he gave out a short, animal grunt. He was emptying his cup of cum into my broken cherry while I sprayed our abdomens.

    Time seemed to halt. The clouds uncovered the moon. Alex and Al echoed our orgasmic songs.

    We all collapsed there, holding each other, recovering from the blast.

    And now, I don't know what to do. About Alex, about Mark, about my ad-dick-tion.

    I just know this: There's no turning back. I refuse to ignore something this fantastic.

    I can't wait to see where my divining rod takes me next.


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