It sure doesn't rain much here in the middle of nowhere, sighed Tory, but when it does, it really pours. The cook peered out the window of the small diner toward the forlorn desert. There wasn't much to see, not only because of the rain, but the fact that the town was so small: the diner, the post office, and a few small houses. Tory was alone in the diner, his boss having taken the day to go into the city. What a day to go, Tory thought. It's raining so hard he probably has been flooded out. A car screeched into the lot, a convertible, and the top was down. Two very wet young men got out and ran for the diner's door. They were probably in their early twenties, slim, and rather cute. The honey brown hair of the one boy matted against his silky skin, giving him almost a feminine appearance. The blond, by comparison, had his hair cropped short on top, and tapered on the sides. Tory spoke before he thought. "Do you always drive with the top down in the rain?" The boys, rather than being annoyed, laughed. "We were caught by surprise" said the blond, "And then the damn thing wouldn't work."
The other boy, shivering, nodded in agreement. Tory felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. He wasn't sure he had felt it. "Well, you're gonna have to get out of those wet clothes before you get sick." he said. "Let me see what I can do." The brown haired boy responded. "Thanks. We'd appreciate anything you can do. We're basketball players, on our way to Albuquerque to attend school on a scholarship. My name's Chip." "I'm Tom." said the blond. "I'm Tory" replied the black haired stocky man. They shook hands. Tory felt something again, and turned away. "Be right back." Chip studied Tory's stocky physique as he walked off into the kitchen. Probably a weightlifter, he thought. He looked at Tom, who was also staring at Tory, or more precisely, Tory's ass.
When he disappeared, Tom grinned at his companion. Chip grinned back, knowing they were both thinking the same thing. Tory returned from the kitchen with two big tablecloths. "Here." he offered. "Go in the bathroom and take your clothes off. Wrap yourselves in these. I'll put your clothes by the stove so they'll dry out." That feeling again!! Chip and Tom accepted the tablecloths and went into the restroom. "Whaddaya think?" asked Tom. "How far should we go?" "Why not all the way?" ventured Chip, shucking off his underwear. A few minutes later they emerged wrapped in the tablecloths, and handed their clothes to Tory, whose eyebrows went up slightly when he realized that they were completely naked under the flimsy cloth. "Sit in this booth over here." he instructed. "I'll be right back." Tory could not pretend that the feeling was a fake anymore. He wanted these two boys, and he wanted them bad. He draped their clothes over the stove while he thought about what he should do. Chip and Tom slid into the booth, grinning at each other. They arranged the tablecloths so they were open from the neck down to the crotch. Tom would have opened that, too, but Chip cautioned him. "Remember what happened last time you went too far too fast!" he warned. Tom pulled the cloth over and said nothing.
Tory came out of the kitchen after having taken time to adjust his pants. I can't do that, he thought to himself. Remember what happened last time. His eyes widened as he approached the booth. Goddam! Did they know what they were doing??? Easy, he thought, take a deep breath. "Would you guys like something while you're waiting?" he mumbled. Chip and Tom looked at each other, at Tory's crotch, and then at Tory. They smiled. "You." they said together. Tory's jaw dropped. He stood frozen as the boys slid out of the booth, the tablecloths falling to the floor. Chip's brown hair had dried out, forming a golden wrap around his head. A small patch of hair between his pecs narrowed to a racing stripe down to his crotch. And what a crotch! Baby-fine curly hair that sheltered a long, thick even while soft, cock. His ballsac looked firm and taut. Tom, on the other hand, was hairless except for his crotch, which had what resembled the fine strands of a boy just entering puberty. His cock was thin, but hung over his huge, dangling balls. They looked good enough to eat!
Tom's tongue started tracing its way up Tory's neck to his ear, while Chip's fingers massaged his asscheeks. A flood of sensations swept through Tory. "Not here." he gasped. "Can't get caught!" Each took a hand and led Tory to the kitchen. The storeroom door was open, and they went in. Tory sighed as the boys resumed their explorations. Tom unbuttoned Tory's pants while Chip pulled his shirt up over his head. Underneath Tory's hairy chest were strong pecs that led down to a washboard stomach. Tom freed the buckle, and his pants fell, revealing muscular legs. Tory reached to pull down his underwear, but a hand stopped him. "Not yet." Tom's wet tongue traced designs on Tory's back while Chip resumed kneading his asscheeks. Chip pressed Tory's hard body to his own. Tom, having reached his destination, gently started tugging at Tory's underwear with his teeth.
They came down revealing two firm hairy globes begging to be eaten. Chip stepped back. Tory's cock sprang to hard attention. Silently, Chip sank to his knees. Tory closed his eyes as something warm and wet drew his cock inward. At the same time, something else warm and wet began nuzzling up his ass. Two tongues began to probe Tory's most private areas, sending bursts of ecstacy throughout his body. Chip sighed and let Tory's ten inches slide down his throat. He slurped that mantool languidly, letting his tongue roll around it, and over the head. He stretched his jaws so that pole would slide even deeper into his throat. Reaching up, he tickled those dangling balls with his teasing fingers. Tom lathered his way down Tory's asscrack to his quivering asshole. With one hand he started jacking himself off while he reached through Tory's legs and jacked off Chip with his other hand. The three boys were so involved in each other that they didn't hear the noise. Neal was a friend of Tory's, and on slow days like today liked to hang out at the diner. He had come in and was surprised that no one was out front. Maybe Tory was cleaning. But Tory wasn't in the kitchen, either. He was getting ready to leave when he heard strange noises coming from the storeroom.
He walked in and was stunned. There was his friend being molested by these two perverts. "What the hell is going on?" he bellowed. Tory froze, and his cock died in Chip's throat. Chip and Tom also froze, not sure what to do next. Tom just knew it was the law, and this time he probably couldn't suck his way out of it. Tory's knees went rubbery, and he almost collapsed on Tom, practically giving him whiplash. When he saw that it was Neal, he wished he was invisible. "Well?" Neal demanded. "Uh..." Tory spluttered. Neal had a reputation for being the meanest, toughest, shit-kicking-est bastard in the area, though Chip and Tom didn't know that. He was always bragging about the scores of women that threw themselves at him when he went into town. Tory had heard Neal brag of kicking "faggots from here to kingdom come!" Neal moved forward menacingly.
"Don't worry, Tory, I'll take care of this." he said, staring at Chip and Tom. "No!" squeaked Tory. "You don't know what you're saying." snorted Neal, moving closer. Something snapped inside of Tory. Finally he knew his feelings, and that they were what he wanted. He wiggled from the boys and lunged at Neal. "I said no!" He shoved Neal against an empty shelf, which left him stunned. "I'll show you who you need to take care of!" Tory hollered, clawing at Neal's pants. He pulled them down and grabbed Neal's cock. "This is what you need to take care of!" Tory swallowed Neal's mantool into his mouth and started sucking fever- ishly. Neal, still stunned, found himself responding to Tory's teasing tongue. In a few strokes Neal came, flooding Tory's mouth with hot jism. "Goddam!" Neal gasped. Chip and Tom, who had watched the whole thing, started moving toward them. "No." Tory hissed. "I'll take care of this." Turning to Neal he growled, "Take care of this, you bastard!" He turned and shoved his ass in Neal's face. "Lick my ass!" he ordered.
Chip and Tom started jacking themselves off while watching the fright- ened Neal lick his way up Tory's ass. Neal was slow at first, but started licking faster, using slurping strokes with his tongue. Tom and Chip jacked faster. Tory pulled away from Neal's face and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Turn over!" he commanded, shoving Neal. Neal turned and fell on his stomach. Tory spat in his hand and coated his dickhead. In one swift move - "Take care of THIS!" - he rammed his iron-hard cock up Neal's virgin asshole. Neal screamed while Tory started plowing away. Chip and Tom were hotter than hell. Tom licked up Chip's cock and then bent over. Chip stabbed his tool into Tom's ass and piston-fucked that canal while Tory stretched Neal's chute with each pounding thrust. Neal, still stunned, could do nothing more than lay there and feel Tory's ten inches assaulting his ass. Tom was moaning with pleasure, which excited Chip and Tory. Chip felt the familiar churning in his balls and quickened his strokes. Tory, so angry and so excited at finally fucking Neal, came suddenly without warning. Ramming fiercely, he screamed, shooting a long-awaited load of cum up Neal's sore ass. Chip planted his tool deep in Tom and dumped a load of jism, his cock throbbing with each burst.
Tom groaned and filled his hand with joyjuice from his own manmeat. Tory collapsed on Neal. Neal turned and looked at Tory. His ass was sore and he knew it would be days before he could ride his horse again. He spoke softly to Tory. "How did you know?" "I didn't. I just couldn't let you do that to me anymore." "I guess we got a lot to talk about." Tom and Chip got up. "Time for us to leave." Chip intervened, "Sounds like you guys need some privacy." "Not so fast!" stated a voice from the doorway. "Looks like I got back from town just in time."
The other boy, shivering, nodded in agreement. Tory felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. He wasn't sure he had felt it. "Well, you're gonna have to get out of those wet clothes before you get sick." he said. "Let me see what I can do." The brown haired boy responded. "Thanks. We'd appreciate anything you can do. We're basketball players, on our way to Albuquerque to attend school on a scholarship. My name's Chip." "I'm Tom." said the blond. "I'm Tory" replied the black haired stocky man. They shook hands. Tory felt something again, and turned away. "Be right back." Chip studied Tory's stocky physique as he walked off into the kitchen. Probably a weightlifter, he thought. He looked at Tom, who was also staring at Tory, or more precisely, Tory's ass.
When he disappeared, Tom grinned at his companion. Chip grinned back, knowing they were both thinking the same thing. Tory returned from the kitchen with two big tablecloths. "Here." he offered. "Go in the bathroom and take your clothes off. Wrap yourselves in these. I'll put your clothes by the stove so they'll dry out." That feeling again!! Chip and Tom accepted the tablecloths and went into the restroom. "Whaddaya think?" asked Tom. "How far should we go?" "Why not all the way?" ventured Chip, shucking off his underwear. A few minutes later they emerged wrapped in the tablecloths, and handed their clothes to Tory, whose eyebrows went up slightly when he realized that they were completely naked under the flimsy cloth. "Sit in this booth over here." he instructed. "I'll be right back." Tory could not pretend that the feeling was a fake anymore. He wanted these two boys, and he wanted them bad. He draped their clothes over the stove while he thought about what he should do. Chip and Tom slid into the booth, grinning at each other. They arranged the tablecloths so they were open from the neck down to the crotch. Tom would have opened that, too, but Chip cautioned him. "Remember what happened last time you went too far too fast!" he warned. Tom pulled the cloth over and said nothing.
Tory came out of the kitchen after having taken time to adjust his pants. I can't do that, he thought to himself. Remember what happened last time. His eyes widened as he approached the booth. Goddam! Did they know what they were doing??? Easy, he thought, take a deep breath. "Would you guys like something while you're waiting?" he mumbled. Chip and Tom looked at each other, at Tory's crotch, and then at Tory. They smiled. "You." they said together. Tory's jaw dropped. He stood frozen as the boys slid out of the booth, the tablecloths falling to the floor. Chip's brown hair had dried out, forming a golden wrap around his head. A small patch of hair between his pecs narrowed to a racing stripe down to his crotch. And what a crotch! Baby-fine curly hair that sheltered a long, thick even while soft, cock. His ballsac looked firm and taut. Tom, on the other hand, was hairless except for his crotch, which had what resembled the fine strands of a boy just entering puberty. His cock was thin, but hung over his huge, dangling balls. They looked good enough to eat!
Tom's tongue started tracing its way up Tory's neck to his ear, while Chip's fingers massaged his asscheeks. A flood of sensations swept through Tory. "Not here." he gasped. "Can't get caught!" Each took a hand and led Tory to the kitchen. The storeroom door was open, and they went in. Tory sighed as the boys resumed their explorations. Tom unbuttoned Tory's pants while Chip pulled his shirt up over his head. Underneath Tory's hairy chest were strong pecs that led down to a washboard stomach. Tom freed the buckle, and his pants fell, revealing muscular legs. Tory reached to pull down his underwear, but a hand stopped him. "Not yet." Tom's wet tongue traced designs on Tory's back while Chip resumed kneading his asscheeks. Chip pressed Tory's hard body to his own. Tom, having reached his destination, gently started tugging at Tory's underwear with his teeth.
They came down revealing two firm hairy globes begging to be eaten. Chip stepped back. Tory's cock sprang to hard attention. Silently, Chip sank to his knees. Tory closed his eyes as something warm and wet drew his cock inward. At the same time, something else warm and wet began nuzzling up his ass. Two tongues began to probe Tory's most private areas, sending bursts of ecstacy throughout his body. Chip sighed and let Tory's ten inches slide down his throat. He slurped that mantool languidly, letting his tongue roll around it, and over the head. He stretched his jaws so that pole would slide even deeper into his throat. Reaching up, he tickled those dangling balls with his teasing fingers. Tom lathered his way down Tory's asscrack to his quivering asshole. With one hand he started jacking himself off while he reached through Tory's legs and jacked off Chip with his other hand. The three boys were so involved in each other that they didn't hear the noise. Neal was a friend of Tory's, and on slow days like today liked to hang out at the diner. He had come in and was surprised that no one was out front. Maybe Tory was cleaning. But Tory wasn't in the kitchen, either. He was getting ready to leave when he heard strange noises coming from the storeroom.
He walked in and was stunned. There was his friend being molested by these two perverts. "What the hell is going on?" he bellowed. Tory froze, and his cock died in Chip's throat. Chip and Tom also froze, not sure what to do next. Tom just knew it was the law, and this time he probably couldn't suck his way out of it. Tory's knees went rubbery, and he almost collapsed on Tom, practically giving him whiplash. When he saw that it was Neal, he wished he was invisible. "Well?" Neal demanded. "Uh..." Tory spluttered. Neal had a reputation for being the meanest, toughest, shit-kicking-est bastard in the area, though Chip and Tom didn't know that. He was always bragging about the scores of women that threw themselves at him when he went into town. Tory had heard Neal brag of kicking "faggots from here to kingdom come!" Neal moved forward menacingly.
"Don't worry, Tory, I'll take care of this." he said, staring at Chip and Tom. "No!" squeaked Tory. "You don't know what you're saying." snorted Neal, moving closer. Something snapped inside of Tory. Finally he knew his feelings, and that they were what he wanted. He wiggled from the boys and lunged at Neal. "I said no!" He shoved Neal against an empty shelf, which left him stunned. "I'll show you who you need to take care of!" Tory hollered, clawing at Neal's pants. He pulled them down and grabbed Neal's cock. "This is what you need to take care of!" Tory swallowed Neal's mantool into his mouth and started sucking fever- ishly. Neal, still stunned, found himself responding to Tory's teasing tongue. In a few strokes Neal came, flooding Tory's mouth with hot jism. "Goddam!" Neal gasped. Chip and Tom, who had watched the whole thing, started moving toward them. "No." Tory hissed. "I'll take care of this." Turning to Neal he growled, "Take care of this, you bastard!" He turned and shoved his ass in Neal's face. "Lick my ass!" he ordered.
Chip and Tom started jacking themselves off while watching the fright- ened Neal lick his way up Tory's ass. Neal was slow at first, but started licking faster, using slurping strokes with his tongue. Tom and Chip jacked faster. Tory pulled away from Neal's face and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Turn over!" he commanded, shoving Neal. Neal turned and fell on his stomach. Tory spat in his hand and coated his dickhead. In one swift move - "Take care of THIS!" - he rammed his iron-hard cock up Neal's virgin asshole. Neal screamed while Tory started plowing away. Chip and Tom were hotter than hell. Tom licked up Chip's cock and then bent over. Chip stabbed his tool into Tom's ass and piston-fucked that canal while Tory stretched Neal's chute with each pounding thrust. Neal, still stunned, could do nothing more than lay there and feel Tory's ten inches assaulting his ass. Tom was moaning with pleasure, which excited Chip and Tory. Chip felt the familiar churning in his balls and quickened his strokes. Tory, so angry and so excited at finally fucking Neal, came suddenly without warning. Ramming fiercely, he screamed, shooting a long-awaited load of cum up Neal's sore ass. Chip planted his tool deep in Tom and dumped a load of jism, his cock throbbing with each burst.
Tom groaned and filled his hand with joyjuice from his own manmeat. Tory collapsed on Neal. Neal turned and looked at Tory. His ass was sore and he knew it would be days before he could ride his horse again. He spoke softly to Tory. "How did you know?" "I didn't. I just couldn't let you do that to me anymore." "I guess we got a lot to talk about." Tom and Chip got up. "Time for us to leave." Chip intervened, "Sounds like you guys need some privacy." "Not so fast!" stated a voice from the doorway. "Looks like I got back from town just in time."
