0 comments/ 192461 views/ 232 favorites Long Drive By: idkwhattodo21 "Baby, we're running out of space in here. I don't think you'll be able to take anything else, really." James said as he tried to pack more of his daughter's belongings into the car. His daughter Briana was moving away to college for the year. She kept trying the car with all of her stuff because her apartment and school were in another state, so she wouldn't be able to easily pick up anything she left behind. Why she chose such a far school, especially when the closer one was the same price, he'd never know. "What? Daddy, I haven't gotten everything I needed yet! I have a few more pieces of luggage that I absolutely can't leave behind! Is there any more room?" his daughter yelled from the 2nd story of the house, obviously concerned. "I just need these two more things!" she tried to bargain, showing him two large bags probably filled with more clothes "Sorry honey but if we put anything else into the car there's gonna be no room for you to sit! The only thing left is the passenger seat. And those won't fit between us on the console." James said, looking at the car like a game of Tetris. "What if I try to squeeze in between the seat and the console? It's mostly flat, there's nothing really in the way. Plus, it's mostly a straight, long drive so it's not like I absolutely need to be in the seat!" She said, still trying to come up with a way to bring all of her stuff. "I don't know, princess, there really isn't much room. You'd have to sit basically on the console the entire way. The front is roomy, but not THAT roomy." James said, looking up at his daughter in the window. "It's fine, daddy. I can handle that. It's worth being able to bring all of my stuff." She said, apparently resolute. "It's your call, Bree. Just remember, it's almost a seven hour drive." "That's okay, dad. I can make it. I'll be down in a second! Thanks for helping me bring everything!" she called down to her father, absolutely ecstatic she could bring everything to her new apartment. "I'm coming down now!" James couldn't help but be content seeing his daughter's smile. She was an absolutely bubbly young girl and he loved seeing her happy. "Don't forget to change into something comfortable, then. Once we start the drive you won't be able to change!" James called up as his daughter disappeared into the house. "Okay, daddy!" his daughter shouted back from inside her room. "I'll be right out after I change!" As his daughter ran down the stairs with the two new pieces of luggage he couldn't help but admire the young woman his she had turned into. She had just turned 18 last month and she was an absolute stunner. He looked at his daughter's petite body as she bounced down the steps toward him. She was a petite girl, but she played a lot of sports and was incredibly fit. She had a shapely hourglass figure with sexy, wide hips and perky C cup breasts that bounced with her every step. Her ass was incredibly round and tight and her gorgeous, tanned legs shined as she stepped out of the house. He was ashamed to do so but James couldn't help but gawk at the beautiful, young thing standing before him. She had come down in tight yoga shorts that hugged her incredible ass and a very thin, white tank top that showed off her perfect tits. It was pretty hot, so he didn't want to say anything, but she was dressed pretty skimpily. "I guess that's what I get for telling her to dress comfortably" he thought. "Hey Daddy, I'm ready!" she said, smiling up at her father. "Alright baby, put the stuff in the seat and I'll try to figure out how this whole thing will work." He said, watching her move to the car. "Alrighty!" she beamed, reaching into the car door and bending over to see how much space there was. James ogled his daughter's scantily clad ass as she looked around, giving him a great view of her tight bottom. She decided what to do and stuffed the two bags into the car barely managing to close the door before realizing she wasn't in yet. "Oops, daddy! Before you get in let me go in first so I can sit on the console!" James stopped just as he entered the car and waited for his daughter to come around and squeeze somewhere in the middle. She jumped in the crammed car and sat on the relatively flat surface that the console provided. "Okay, I think I'm ready to go!" she announced, apparently getting comfortable. "I sure hope we don't get spotted by a cop." James thought. She didn't have a seatbelt but he figured she'd be fine, after all they lived in a decently small town and the interstate was almost always pretty clear. "Looks like we're off!" he said as he pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the highway. "Only 7 more hours to go!" he said as he playfully nudged his daughter. "You better be able to handle it!" "Daddy I'll be fine! I don't mind sitting here at all!" she said back to him, punching him in the arm. They got on the freeway and began the long drive to her out of state college. They drove for about 45 minutes before his daughter started shifting around on the console. They had gotten onto the freeway and were basically in the middle of nowhere by now. James couldn't even see another car ahead or behind them for at least half a mile. James eyed her beautiful legs as she moved around trying to get comfortable. "Something wrong, princess?" he asked, obviously sarcastic. "I didn't realize how uncomfortable this thing would be! I don't think I'm gonna last." She said, giving up pretty easily. "Well there's not much you can do! I told you it'd be hard!" he said, wondering what was going through her mind. "I'm okay, Daddy! Just let me sit on your knee! That'll be much better, so I won't have this thing sticking into my bottom." She said, pointing towards the console handle. "Uhh, I don't know about that. What if a cop sees us? I'll definitely get a ticket for you not having a seatbelt on. At least right now you sorta look like you're in the seat!" he reasoned. She looked out the windows and scanned the areas all around them. "Look, there's no one even in sight! There's no way you can get pulled over! I'm moving!" She said of her own accord, plopping on her father's lap. "Jesus Briana!" he exclaimed at the sudden plop. "Sorry daddy!" she grinned as she looked up at him with her gorgeous blue eyes. "But now I can definitely make it much farther!" He couldn't say no to his little girl, and, after all, what did it matter to him? She was incredibly light and if it made the journey easier I guess it worked! After about 20 minutes of them joking around, his daughter decided to reposition herself a little bit more so she wouldn't get tired. "Sorry daddy, just hang on a sec!" she said as she moved about, sliding closer towards him in the process. It was at this point that James noticed his daughter's tight ass start to push into his lap. She was turned to the side, but her round ass pressed firmly into his leg and he began to get aroused. He watched her tight shorts ride up to the top of her thighs and hug her wide hips as she continued to get comfortable. They sat in the same position for a while longer before his daughter got a little antsy from doing nothing. "Hey daddy?" She asked sheepishly. "Yeah baby? What's up?" he asked hesitantly, wondering what was up this time. "You think I can steer for a little bit? I'm super bored! There's still no one around us, and we're just on a straight road!" she tried to reason before James could even try to object. "How are you gonna even reach turned that way?" he asked, after all, she was still facing the passenger seat with her legs over the console. "It's fine! Look how roomy it is on the driver side" she said as she lifted herself and turned around, placing her legs between his and clutching the wheel. She slid further down into his leg as she basically sat three quarters of the way forward and right in his lap. "Sorry Bree, I'm not gonna let you steer. That's too dangerous. Just make sure you're still comfortable. We still have quite a while to go." "Aww," she said, obviously disappointed. "It's fine though, this is actually more comfortable than before." It was harder for James to focus on driving now, as his daughter's ass was pressing hard into his crotch. He, too, had worn comfortable clothes and because of it had only really thin shorts on. She was sitting on part of his cock as it began to come to life, still trapped under her tight body. James continued to drive in this uncomfortable position before the interstate suddenly got smaller and they drove onto an obviously less well kept part of it. The road began to get very bumpy. The car rattled as they drove over the uneven surface, and as the bumps got bigger his daughter, who didn't have a seatbelt, started to bounce in the car. She bounced on his lap, untrapping his hardness in the process. His cock sprung free and made a tent in his thin shorts. She began to bounce up and down on his lap harder and harder as he cock pressed into the tight shorts barely covering her ass. "What is that, Daddy?" she asked as she felt his hardness touch her ass. "It's nothing honey, just ignore it," James said, embarrassed. As his daughter bounced from the unevenness of the road, he got a good view of her fantastic tits moving up and down right in front of him. He continued to harden as he stared at his daughter's breasts, still trying to navigate the road. Thankfully, it was still straight. His cock continued to press into his daughter's ass as she tried to grab on to his leg to stay still. Finally, her jostling started to pull down his shorts. A huge bump caused her to slide down his lap again and bring his shorts with her, pulling them free from his upper lap. James' member escaped from its confines and pressed tighter into his daughter's body. James was too crammed on the bumpy road to be able to do anything. "Daddy!" she yelped as his giant cock ground into her through her shorts. "Oh fuck, is that your cock?" she asked, startling James with her choice of words. Just as she said that, the road resumed to its normal smoothness, leaving James' exposed cock trapped under his daughter's round ass. He realized this was way worse as his cockhead pressed hard into her pussy, oozing pre-cum and soaking the thin material of her shorts. As he tried to move, still attempting to drive with this massive distraction, he accidently further pushed his cock into his daughter's pussy lips. "Oh fuck, Daddy!" his daughter moaned. With this, she began to move along his lap once again, grinding her ass into his lap. "What are you doing, baby? The road isn't bumpy anymore!" He asked as she pleasured his cock by pressing hard against him. "Ugh, I'm so fucking horny now Daddy! And your cock is so fucking big!" she gasped in between her short breaths. James was shocked at his daughter behavior, yet he still had to drive. Just as he began to say something, his daughter moved her hips up and attempted to do something. "What's up now?" he said, his cock missing being pressed against her tight ass. She answered him with her actions. As she moved her hips up, she slowly pulled down her tight yoga shorts and panties, revealing her nude ass and pink pussy lips. She sat back down, this time her puffy pussy pressing right into his humungous cock. "Briana?" he said, questioningly. "God, Daddy! I'm so fucking wet. I need you to fuck me right here. I can't wait any longer. I haven't gotten off in a week!" She looked into his eyes with her slight pout, begging him to continue with her. Before he could react to her words and her admission of masturbation she grabbed one of his arms off the wheel and placed his hand on her firm breast. "Oh fuck!" He moaned as he kneaded her breast in his hand. "Do you like them, Daddy?" she asked seductively, her hand reaching for his huge member. "Your tits are fucking perfect, baby" he maoned as she grabbed his cock. At this point, he could no longer wait. He momentarily released the wheel, and lifted his daughter up and placed her onto his enormous shaft. "Holy shit, Daddy!" she screamed as her tightness attempted to envelop his cock. His girth was practically splitting her petite body in half. "Oh God, you're filling me up so much. Your cock is so fucking big Daddy!" James groaned as his member slowly entered his daughter's tight hole. She had the tightest pussy he'd ever felt and it was agonizingly pleasurable to feel his daughter sliding down his manhood. "Fuck me!" she screamed as he finally bottomed out into his gorgeous daughter. She momentarily let herself completely adjust to his width before slowly moving up off his cock. Before she hit the end she moved down again and began sliding up and down in her father's lap. She picked up a pace and started bouncing harder and harder on her father's cock. James moved his free hand down to her hip and ass, groping them as his daughter began to take off her tank top and bra. She unclasped it and he gasped as her perfect tits fell against her body. He cupped one in his hand and kneaded it some more, slightly pinching her nipple. "Oh God, Daddy!" she cried as she placed her hand on top of his and continued to rub her breast. With her free hand she grabbed his head and turned hers, pressing her lips hard into his, still bouncing up and down on his cock and grinding her ass deep into his lap, allowing him to bottom out in her every time. With this, James could no longer concentrate on the road, so he attempted to pull over to focus more on what he was doing. He pulled to the side and turned the car off, unbuttoning his shirt in the process. Now using both of his free hands he groped her tight, lithe body. He kissed her neck as he continued to slam into her pussy, fucking her like he'd never fucked anyone before. He grabbed both of her perky breasts before deciding to change positions. "What are you doing Daddy?" she asked in between moans, feeling her father grab her by the hips. He lifted her again, this time spinning her around in the limited space and grabbing her by the ass to place her back on his crotch. He set her down once again on his huge cock and slammed further into her pussy than it felt he had before. "Jesus, Daddy! She screamed as she felt him bottom out in her tight pussy. He ran his hands over her wide hips and grabbed her ass, this time leaning forward and taking one of her nipples into his mouth. "Oh yes! Suck my tits! I'm so close to cumming!" she yelled as he could tell she neared the edge. He pressed his lips hard into hers and groped her gorgeous legs before feeling her start to orgasm on his hard cock. As she climaxed, her pussy began to tighten on his gigantic member, squeezing him with her tight pussy. "Oh yes, fuck your slutty little teenage daughter, Daddy! Fuck my tight little pussy!" she said right before she started to completely convulse on his body. "Oh fuck, baby! Daddy's about to cum!" he said as he could no longer handle her tightness. "Are you on the pill, baby?" he asked, hoping he'd be able to cum in her pussy. "No... Daddy..." she squeaked out as she continued to ride her climax, her father so close to cumming. "It's okay, though, Daddy! Just cum in your baby's pussy. Fill me up deep with your sperm!" she screamed, continuing to move down on his cock. "Oh God, baby-girl!" he yelled as he was sent over the edge by her naughty words. "Your Daddy's about to cum!" With one last bounce she sat hard on his cock and kissed her father deeply. With this, James began to cum. "Oh fuck!" she yelled as she felt the first of his sperm splash her pussy walls. "Oh fuck, you're filling me up so much," she moaned. His cock continued to unleash buckets of his semen deep inside his daughter's fertile womb. "I love you baby!" he said as the last of his cum filled up his daughter's tight pussy. "I love you too, Daddy!" she yelped, finally feeling her orgasm subside! She collapsed on her father's chest, her gorgeous tits pressing into his chest. He ran his hand over the back of her legs and hips, squeezing her ass one last time. She sat up, feeling this, and lightly rubbed her breasts, still on his lap. He grabbed her hips and lifted her petite body off of his and placed her on his console. "Holy shit, Daddy, that was amazing! I've never been fucked so hard in my life!" smiled, leaning against his chest and kissing him on the cheek. "I've never fucked such a sexy little thing before," he said, kissing her back and groping her breast roughly. James looked over onto the floor and saw his daughter's shorts and panties on the carpet of the car. Her panties were absolutely drenched in her juices, and her shorts were still slightly wet on the bottom from his pre-cum. "Here you go, baby!" he said, handing her her shorts and panties. She inspected her panties and tossed them aside, deeming them too wet to wear. She slipped her tight shorts over her wide hips and gorgeous legs, and bent over looking for her shirt. James admired his daughter's tight, pantiless ass as her puffy pussy showed through the thin yoga shorts. He slapped her ass just as she grabbed her shirt, hearing her yelp from the sudden sting. As she put her tank top on, her hard nipples showing very obviously through the fabric without her bra, he started to wonder what would happen. "Wait, so you're not on the pill? What are we gonna do if something happens?" he asked, slightly concerned. "If I happen to get pregnant, I guess I could always move back home with you, Daddy. I could go to the college near our house. At least we have a backup plan!" She smiled again with her bubbly smile. "That would be okay, right Daddy?" she said as she bit her lip and puffed her chest outward. "Of course baby-girl." James said, realizing he couldn't say no to his daughter. "Whatever happens we'll deal with it." He put his shorts and shirt back on before getting ready to drive again. "Hey Daddy?" his daughter asked shyly. "Yes baby?" He said, turning toward her and starting the car again. She leaned in close and grabbed his face, pulling his head in and pressing her lips against his. "We still have 4 hours to go til we make it to my apartment, and now we're a little off schedule. It will be too late to drive back today, do you wanna stay the night at the apartment?" she asked sheepishly. "I'd love to princess." James said as he began to pull back onto the road. "I'll fuck my sexy little daughter all night and into the morning" he said with a sly grin, putting his free arm around her waist and pulling her off the console into his lap. She blushed a deep red and then leaned into her father's chest. He kissed her on the head as she whispered back, "Oh Daddy, I love you! "She kissed his cheek and then lay against his chest, both of them looking forward to what was to come. Long Drive Home Although my eyes were getting tired, I wasn’t sleepy. Concentrating on the road dealing with the constant rain had taken its toll. I decided to drive on to Columbia and find a place to stay for the night. I’d been on the road since mid-morning, leaving Cincinnati after the last sales meeting. I spotted a billboard advertising one of the national hotel chains and made a mental note of the exit number off the interstate. Reaching Columbia, I drove off the interstate onto the exit seeing the multi-floor hotel directly up the road. I pulled into the parking lot and went in hoping to be able to get a room for the night. Luck was with me. I was able to get a room on the fourth floor, very pricey but all the amenities you could think of, including a coffee maker with several packets of coffee. I figured I’d put that to use later on in the evening. I sat down in one of the chairs, slipping off my shoes. I propped my feet up on the edge of the queen-size bed. I used the remote to skip through the channels trying to find something interesting to watch. Not finding much but news on at this time of the evening. I relaxed in the comfortable chair, dozing off and on occasionally. I heard someone in the room next to mine. It sounded like two men talking. I noticed a door along the wall between the two rooms, which made the rooms adjoining. I got up and checked to make sure it was locked. It was. I heard the shower running in the room next to mine, thinking that wasn’t a bad idea, but figuring I’d wait till after I’d eaten to get a shower before bed. I watched the rest of the news program and a little bit of a situation comedy, a rerun. I decided I’d go down to the hotel restaurant and get some dinner. I grabbed my shoulder bag and headed for the door. As I stepped out into the hallway of the hotel, the door at the room next to mine opened. Two young guys stepped from the room, pulling their door shut. They were both wearing black cowboy hats. “Howdy Ma’am.” They both spoke. “Hello.” I replied, smiling at them. I started walking towards the elevators down the hallway, the guys were a following a little behind me. I pushed the button and the elevator doors opened. I stepped in the elevator and the two guys stepped in next to me. One of the guys and I reached to push the lobby floor button at the same time. I jerked my hand back. “Bet y’all is headin’ the same place as us.” One of the guys stated in his Texas draw. “Supper” I smiled. “Yes, I haven’t eaten all day. Just been driving.” I don’t know why I said that much to them, it just came out. They smiled and asked where I was heading. “Paxico, Kansas, just a little west of Topeka.“ I informed them. There I go again, talking more than I should, I thought. The guys nodded. “Right off the interstate a little.” One of the men remarked. “Been by there a lot.” I smiled. “Well, there’s not a whole lot there so you haven’t missed much.” I kidded. We rode the elevator down to the lobby not saying anything more; the elevator was slow for some reason. When the elevator finally got to the lobby level, the guys stepped back letting me off first. I got out and looked around for the hotel restaurant, not seeing any signs. “Rick and I are headin’ across the street to our favorite steak place. We always eat there when we’re in town. Beats the hotel restaurant all to heck.” The guy’s Texas draw prominent. “We’d both be pleased if you’d join us.” I was a little taken by their invitation. Their pleasantness had me almost convinced to take them up on their offer. I hesitated, starting to say “thanks but no”. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to take them up on their offer. It would be nice to have someone to converse with at dinner I thought. We walked out of the hotel and across the parking lot. The steakhouse was directly across the street. We waited till traffic broke and hurried across the busy street. The three of us entered the restaurant. It was busy but we got seated immediately. The smell of steaks cooking filled the entire dining area. The smell made me hungry. We looked over the menus, it was hard to decide. Everything sounded so good and the prices were reasonable. I picked out a small t-bone steak complete with everything you could possibly want to go with it. We placed our order and the guys ordered a beer each. They ordered one for me. I’m not much of a drinker but a cold beer sounded good with dinner. The guys apologized for not introducing themselves. Rick and Trey were their names. “Hi, I’m Michelle.” I introduced myself to them. The waitress brought the glasses of ice-cold beer. I sipped mine, Rick and Tyler drank theirs down, guess they were really thirsty. They told me they were long-haul truckers, based out of Brownsville, Texas. They were both married with young children. I told them I work for a real estate investment firm in Topeka. They seemed interested in what my work entailed and I explained what I actually did at work. They seemed sincerely interested, asking a lot of questions. I asked them about their truck driving jobs. They were team drivers, constantly on the road. They were rarely home more than a couple of days a month. I thought how hard that must be for them and their families. I figured they were both in their mid-twenties, about ten years younger than me. “I see you’re married.” Trey stated, nodding his head at my wedding band. “Yes, married with one son. He’ll be fourteen next month.” I added, smiling. “What does your husband do for a living?” Rick asked. “He’s a farmer, mostly wheat and soy beans. He works for his father.” I replied. The waitress brought the food and more beer. The steaks were fantastic. I’d never tasted a better steak anywhere. I could see why the guys always ate here when they were in Columbia. We talked all the time we ate. The guys were very nice, very polite and courteous. They seemed to be more concerned about me than with themselves. We finally ate all we could. I was a great dinner. The waitress brought us more beers, I barely touched mine. Trey lit up a cigarette and I pulled one from my handbag. Trey lit it for me. It seemed like they were catering to my every need. We sat and talked for about thirty minutes before deciding to pay our bills and leave. I reached for mine but the Trey picked it up before I could get it. “Let us take care of it, little lady.” He said. “It’d be our pleasure.” I told them I couldn’t do that but they insisted. I finally gave in but only if they’d let me take care of the tip. They agreed to that. I left the waitress a generous tip; she’d done an excellent job of serving us. We left the steakhouse and proceeded back to the hotel. The traffic was much lighter and we didn’t have much problem getting across the street. Trey wanted to check their “rig” so he walked off to one side of the hotel parking lot. Rick and I walked towards the hotel watching Trey hurry off from us. We entered the hotel lobby and walked towards the elevators. We waited on Trey to join us before calling for an elevator. Trey came in shortly; it had started to pour rain again. His shirt was wet, almost soaked. He wasn’t upset, just smiled and kidded about taking another shower in the parking lot. We rode the elevator back up the fourth floor and walked down the hallway towards our rooms. I stopped at my door and turned to thank them for buying me dinner. I wanted to thank them for being so nice too. “We’ve got some hot coffee brewing in our room. Why don’t you join us for some coffee? Rick quickly stated. “Still early yet.” I felt a little trapped. I didn’t want to say “no” and have them think I had suddenly turned unfriendly. I was just a little apprehensive to accept their invitation. I stood looking at the door to my hotel room, finally deciding to have a cup of coffee with them, just to be friendly. Trey opened their hotel room door and Rick guided me in. Their room was larger than mine, with two queen-size beds instead of just one. There was a table by the window with several chairs around it. The guys had piled their luggage in the chairs. I put my handbag on the table and sat at the foot of one of the beds. Trey said he’d be right back and went into the bathroom. Rick went over to the coffee counter and fixed us coffees. “Cream, cream and sugar?” He asked. “Just a little cream in mine please.” I answered. Trey came out of the bathroom, his wet shirt in his hand. He tossed it on the dresser. He had a strong, muscular chest, just a little light colored hair on it. I forced myself not to stare. Rick brought me a cup of coffee and sat down next to me on the bed. Trey fixed himself a coffee and walked over to the table. He took his luggage and set it on the floor, sitting in the now open chair. I relaxed being in their hotel room with them. We talked about the weather being so rainy and the long drives we had ahead of us the next morning. I reached down to get a cigarette from my purse almost spilling my coffee. Trey offered me one of his. I took it, not paying any attention to the brand. I finished my coffee, setting the empty cup on the table. Rick handed me his empty cup and I put it next to mine. I started to say something about calling it an evening but Rick leaned over towards me putting his arm around my waist. He kissed me on the lips, very softly. I was kissing him back, not trying to pull away from him. We kissed for a minute or so, then he parted his lips from mine. I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there looking at him. “Been awhile hasn’t it?” Rick asked. I couldn’t answer him but “yes” it had been a long while since my husband had kissed me. It had been a long while since we’d even slept together. I just didn’t want to admit it. It was much too personal to tell them. I kind of nodded my head a little in response to his question. Rick put his other arm around me and kissed me again. This time he was a little more passionate, a little harder. I heard myself moaning very softly as his lips pressed against mine. I didn’t think about anything else but the kiss. Rick’s hand moved from my waist upward towards my breasts. I felt his hand gently touching me, beginning to rub them gently. I tensed at his brazen touch. I started to raise my hand to pull it away but I didn’t. Rick unbuttoned the top button of my blouse, then the second button. I put my hand over his to protest. “I, I can’t do this………….I’m married.” I muttered, barely able to speak the words. Rick didn’t pay any attention to my slight protest. He kept unbuttoning the buttons on my blouse, my hand still over his. I felt him ease the blouse from the waistband of my skirt and pull it open. My bra was exposed to him. He slipped his hand underneath my blouse. I felt his hand cupping one of my breasts, gently massaging it through my bra. I was beginning to feel sensations I hadn’t felt for quite some time. I had almost completely forgotten about Trey sitting in the chair close to the bed. He could see everything that was going on. It was embarrassing to have him watch Rick exposing me. Rick continued massaging my breast and kissing me. His tongue penetrated my lips and slipped into my mouth. He flicked it at my tongue then raked it across the back of my teeth. I gave in to him; I didn’t want him to stop kissing me and rubbing my breasts. Rick’s pulled his hand from under my opened blouse and put it on my knee. I felt is slowly sliding up under my skirt. I pressed my legs together trying to stop him. His hand on the inside of my legs continued to move under my skirt. I put my hand on his gripping it firmly trying to stop him. I didn’t want it to go any further. I couldn’t let myself be seduced. I could never look my husband in the face if I did. Rick’s strength was greater than mine. He pushed his hand past my nylons almost to my panties. My skirt was pushed up exposing most of my legs. Rick’s hand slipped down over my panties rubbing my pussy. I gritted my teeth almost biting his tongue. His touching sent ripples through my body. I let my legs relax as he rubbed me harder. “It has been a long while for you, hasn’t it?” He whispered. I didn’t answer him. I didn’t want to admit it to him. Rick got up from the bed, pulling me to my feet, facing him. He slipped my blouse off my shoulders and down my arms. I felt Trey behind me taking the blouse and tossing it on the table. Rick held me in his arms, kissing me passionately, his lips nibbling on mine. I’d never been kissed like this; I didn’t want him to stop. I felt another pair of hands at my waist, unzipping my skirt. It startled me at first, realizing Trey was slipping my skirt down my legs. I felt his hand at my ankle lifting my foot out of the skirt. He lifted the other foot out of the skirt and tossed it on the table with my blouse. Rick didn’t release his firm hold on me or his passionate kissing. Trey’s hands traced up the back of my legs, over my nylons over my bare thighs. He rubbed my butt through the thin material of my panties. His strong hands cupping and squeezing. My mind was only thinking of Rick’s hot kisses. Rick released me from his strong arms. He stopped pressing his hot lips onto mine. He stepped back and smiled at me. I didn’t know why he’d suddenly stopped, it baffled me. “I’ll be right back.” He finally stated. I watched him walk towards the bathroom, entering it. Trey put his arms on my waist and began kissing me on the back of my neck. It sent sensations up and down my body. He kissed around to my ears, my breathing was getting slow and deep. Trey’s hand moved up my sides to cup both my breasts in his strong hands. He pulled me back close in to him. I could feel his hard cock through the heavy material of his jeans. It was pushing into my butt. I pressed back hard against him. Trey unhooked the front of my bra and pulled it open. My breasts bared for him, the nipples hardened. Trey slipped my bra off and tossed it with my skirt and blouse. I just had on my panties and thigh-high nylons, I was almost naked. Trey’s hands cupped and squeezed my breasts. He kept kissing the back of my neck and down onto my shoulders. I wanted him so bad. Trey’s thumbs under my nipples flicked them up causing them to grow even more erect. I looked down at them. Trey’s fingers working them, teasing them. I took quick breaths as he manipulated me. He knew what excited me and he wasn’t going to stop. Rick came back out of the bathroom. He was completely naked. He tossed his clothes on the dresser. His huge cock protruding straight out from his muscular body. I couldn’t take my barely open eyes off it as he walked back towards me. He was grinning, he was watching his friend Trey work my breasts, massaging them harder, causing me to moan constantly. Rick sat down on the bed, his face just inches from my panties. He stared at them and then reached for the elastic waistband, pulling them down my legs. He took my nylons off and tossed them aside with my panties. “Hmmmm……! Little lady, spread those hot legs for me.” He commanded. I moved my legs apart letting him have full view of my pussy. His eyes were intent. “Wider, spread them wider.” He ordered. I spread my legs farther apart. Rick slipped his hand between my legs causing me to make a deep gasp. He rubbed his hand between my legs tracing his middle finger between the lips of my wet pussy. He traced his finger back and forth finally pushing it inside me. I rose up on my toes when his thick finger made its penetration. Trey’s large hands kept working my breasts and nipples. Rick slipped his finger in deeper and deeper. I settled down on it, forcing it up inside me. Rick stroked his finger in and out of me, twisting it slowly. I felt myself starting to build an orgasm. The hotter I got, the harder Rick’s finger fucked into me. I raised my leg putting my foot on the bed next to him. Rick’s finger was pumping in and out of me. I had a hard orgasm, almost screaming out. Rick’s finger slowed down its pumping as my orgasm gradually subsided. It was all I could do to stay standing. Trey’s hands kept me from falling. I managed to drag my foot from the bed, putting it down on the floor to help support me. “Damn, Honey. You are soooooommmmme hot pussy!” Rick exclaimed. Trey’s hands slid down from my breasts to my waist. Rick slipped his finger out of my pussy, his finger trailing down my leg, leaving a wet streak. He rose from the bed and walked over towards a cooler by his luggage. Trey pushed me towards the bed. I put my knee on the mattress and fell forward, stretching out across the bed. I was panting, my breath still coming in short gasps. I managed to pull myself upwards towards the pillow, resting my head on one. It helped me breathe easier. Trey spread my legs apart with his strong arms. I felt the mattress give as he climbed on the bed between my legs. I looked back over my left shoulder. His hands were spreading my butt apart, his thumbs rubbing up and down between my cheeks. Trey licked his lips slightly then leaned down. I felt his hot breath blowing on my wet pussy. He blew his breath up and down over my slit. My lips were reacting to the sensual teasing. I looked over at Rick. He’d pulled a beer out of the cooler, sitting in the chair, watching Trey and me. I felt Trey’s mouth press against my pussy, kissing me. His tongue was slowly sliding up and then down my pussy. I felt myself opening up for him. He’d lick and then dart his tongue inside me. I closed my eyes, moaning. Trey’s exploitations with his mouth were bringing new sensations to my body. I lifted my butt slightly, wiggling it as his tongue brought towards another orgasm. His tongue penetrated my pussy and I felt it licking the walls of my pussy. I lifted my head off the pillow to look but I couldn’t see, my butt was raised too high. Trey’s lips captured my clit and he worked it. I was going to cum, I tried to hold myself back. Trey flicked his tongue on it and I exploded, crying out. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my scream. “ohhhhhhhhhhh………grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” My scream muffled. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh………… Trey didn’t stop. He kept licking my pussy, sucking my juices. I felt my knees sliding down till I was flat out on my tummy. Trey gave me a gentle slap on the butt, then kissed each cheek of my butt. I sensed it was his way of showing affection. I closed my eyes, my body still shuddering from my orgasm. I felt Trey get up off the bed, his footsteps on the carpet sounded like he was walking towards the bathroom. I just lay there, feeling my entire body had been satisfied. I slowly opened my eyes. Rick was finishing his beer, tossing the empty can in the wastebasket. I managed to roll myself over on my back. Rick was tearing open a packet, a condom packet. His huge cock pointing toward me. He placed the condom over the head of his cock and slowly rolled it down the long, hard shaft. I knew I couldn’t take all of him inside me but I knew he was going to try anyway. Rick climbed on the bed, spreading my legs, lifting my knees up. He leaned towards me, kissing me softly on the lips. I kissed him back, my hand on the back of his neck. “I feel like I’m about to enter Heaven.” He said. “I want us both to see the stars.” I nodded my head. “Fuck me good and fuck me hard.” I begged. I felt the bulbous head of his cock at the folds of my pussy. Rick pressed it into me, penetrating me. His cock shaft slipping into me slowly, I felt my pussy being stretched. I felt my pussy tensing even though I was trying to make myself relax so I could accept as much of him as physically possible. Rick worked his cock in and out, sliding in deeper with each stroke. He had his hands at my side, supporting his muscular body over mine. I looked up at his face, softly smiling, as my pussy accepted his hard cock. He stroked it slowly at first then increased the tempo till he was fucking me hard. I lifted my legs up to his waist, crossing my ankles, trying to hang on. My hips bucked up at him as he fucked his huge cock into my soaked pussy. We were fucking each other. Fucking harder and harder. I felt my orgasm building then suddenly explode unexpectedly. I cried out, Rick’s mouth covered mine to muffle the scream. His cock was pounding into me, his balls slapping against my ass. Rick slowed down stroking my pussy almost stopping. He put his arms under my legs, spreading them apart. He fucked me slowly and rhythmically. It felt so good; his cock was bringing me slowly, very slowly towards another orgasm. I could feel his body tensing. I thought he was going to cum before he got me off again. His arms tensed and he leaned farther over me. Rick began fucking me with long hard strokes. The room filled with loud smacking sounds as our bodies collided. Rick’s face grimaced, his teeth were clenched. He looked down at his cock pounding into me. I had another hard orgasm as he pumped me one long deep stroke, arching his back. His cock pulsated inside me, he was cumming. He pumped his cock a couple more times, his cock pulsated again. He was cumming a second time. Rick’s body was rigid. He didn’t move, he didn’t even move. He just held me impaled on his hard cock. I just held onto his arms letting my orgasm flow and my body convulse. It was the most incredible orgasm I’d ever had. I didn’t want it to ever stop. I was in heaven, I was seeing stars. Long Drive Home Rick’s body slowly relaxed. He started breathing, long, deep breaths. His eyes opened looking down at me. He smiled and I smiled back up at him. We knew we’d gotten to the other side of pleasure. Rick lowered my legs back to the bed. He pulled his cock out of me, making a slick, sliding sound as he withdrew from me. He knelt over me, finally managing to get up off the bed. I rolled over to the edge of the bed and ran towards the bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth to clean myself up. Rick came in the bathroom. He’d already taken the condom off. He grabbed another washcloth and soaped it up. I looked in the mirror, my hair was a mess. I walked out to get a comb out of my purse. Trey was drinking a cup of coffee. He looked at me. I just looked at him and smiled. “Michelle, you alright?” He asked. “I’m OK, just need my comb.” I answered. I found the comb and headed back towards the bathroom. Rick was drying himself off with a large, fluffy towel. He stepped aside so I could get in front of the mirror. He was watching me in the mirror. I saw him watching me. We just smiled at each other. “You alright?” I asked him. “Never better.” Rick replied. Rick stood there with me till I had my hair fairly decent. We walked back into the bedroom area together. Trey was stretched out on the other bed, watching the television. I walked over to my clothes lying on the floor. I picked up my nylons and panties. I tossed the nylons on the table. Rick pulled me close to him and gave me a brief kiss. He took the panties from my hand and tossed them on the table with the rest of my clothes. I just looked at them. “No sense in putting something on, we’ll just have to take off later.” Rick said. I smiled, thinking the night wasn’t over for them or me. Rick pulled the comforter and sheet down the bed. He propped the two pillows up against the headboard. I got on the bed and leaned back. Rick brought me a cup of coffee. I needed something to drink; I didn’t have to ask for it. He’d read my mind I guess. We sat in bed sipping the coffee. Trey was smoking a cigarette reclining on the other bed. We watched a program on TV. I don’t even remember what it was. I kept thinking about all that had gone on. What would my husband think if he ever found out? Or worse, what would my son think of me. I tried not to feel guilty, I switched my thinking to the pleasure these two young guys had given me. Trey lit another cigarette. I had to use the bathroom so I excused myself to Rick. When I came out of the bathroom Rick was laying down, stretched out in the center on his bed. He was stroking his cock slowly. I looked over at Trey, he was unwrapping a condom. I knew I was about to be put into orbit once again. Rick motioned me over to him. I walked over passing by Trey slipping the condom on. His hard cock was slightly bigger than Rick’s. I felt confident I could handle it. My confidence made me smile. “Little Lady, I could sure use some lip action on this hard cock of mine.” Rick boldly stated. I walked over to the bed and knelt between his legs. I pushed his hand away from his hard cock and took it in my hand, holding it near the base of his hard shaft. I put my lips on the head of his cock, kissing it. I parted my lips and slid my mouth down over it. I couldn’t take much of it in my mouth. I held it my lips, washing the crown with my tongue. Rick moaned as I worked it with my tongue. I pulled my mouth off his cock and slowly licked down the long, hard shaft. I saw Rick’s eyes following my mouth as it neared the base. I licked it all over, then slid my tongue back up his cock. I was about to suck on the head of his cock when I felt Trey behind me parting my pussy with his fingers. He put the head of his cock to the lips of my pussy and penetrated me. Trey had put some lubricant on his cock and it easily slid inside me. My eyes bulged as I felt it slide almost all the way in. Rick’s face smiling, his eyes pointing to his cock at my mouth. I put Rick’s cock in my mouth, sucking on the head of it. Trey behind me slowly fucking me doggie-style. His hands at my waist as holding me as he stroked his massive fuck shaft in and out. I was barely able to concentrate on sucking Rick’s cock. Trey would stop his fucking motions and I’d suck and nibble on Rick’s cock, feeling it pulsate in my hand. Trey would pump his cock into me. The harder he pumped, the harder I stroked Rick’s cock with my hand. I watched Rick groaning but I could only hear Trey’s muttering behind me. I was taking care of two hard cocks at the same time. I felt I was in control. Trey stopped fucking me and pulled his hard fuck shaft all the way out. I got my lips fastened onto Rick’s cock, swirling my tongue underneath the head of it. My hand was stroking hard. I felt his body get tensed and his hips rose from the bed. I was about to get him off. I took a deep breath and sucked on his cock, stroking his cock faster. Rick’s load exploded into my mouth. I tried to gulp it down. He tensed again, his cock shot off another load in my mouth, filling it. I started to choke; some of his cum escaped my lips and dribbled down on his stomach. I licked the cum off my lips. Trey eased his long cock back inside me. I fell slightly forward but Trey pulled me back towards him. He fucked me slowly and then hard and fast. His pelvis slammed into me. I tried to pull away from him but his tight grip on my hips kept me in position, impaled on his cock. Trey gyrated his cock into me slowly. I felt a sensual wave overtake my body. I came in one long orgasm. It lasted so long; my eyes were watering from the incredible pleasure. I fucked back into trey. My butt slapping against his pelvis. He pulled back but I just pushed back farther. He took one long lunge, his body slammed into me as he came. “Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh…………Yaaaaaaaaa!” He shouted. Trey’s body convulsed. He held my ass tight against him, finally releasing me from his powerful grip. I stretched out on top of Rick. I was so weak, I couldn’t move. After a few minutes, I rolled off of Rick and onto my side. I was barely able to breath. I just lay there staring up at the ceiling. Trey made his way towards the bathroom to clean himself up. Rick helped me get sit up on the bed. I was breathing easier but still out of breath. I was so tired. Rick helped me to the bathroom. I was having difficulty walking straight. My body was sore all over, my legs were cramping. Trey helped me clean up. The cool water reviving me somewhat. I was feeling a little better, regaining some of my strength back. I got a couple of aspirins from my purse; Rick got me a glass of cold water to take them with. The guys helped me over to Trey’s bed. He’d pulled the sheets down. I slipped into the bed feeling totally spent. Trey slipped in beside me, pulling me in close to him. He put an arm around me, holding me. I put my hand on his chest, falling asleep as soon as Rick turned out the lights. I slept in Trey’s arms all night. It was early in the morning when I woke up. The bathroom lights were on, lighting a little of the bedroom. I heard the shower running. Trey was awake, smoking a cigarette. I just lay there in his arms watching the cigarette smoke drift slowly towards the ceiling. “I hope you know those are bad for you.” I joked. Trey put out the cigarette in the ashtray and leaned towards me. He kissed me softly and passionately. I returned his kiss, my arms pulling him close to me. Our kissing increased to harder, more passionate kisses. Trey’s hand reached for my breasts. My nipples were sore; I flinched back when he teased them. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to hurt you.” He apologized. “They’re just not used to all the attention they’ve been given.” I whispered. Trey kissed my breasts and lightly teased my nipples with his tongue. His lips stirred my passions. I reached down underneath the covers. His huge cock was rock hard. I pulled the covers back exposing it. I stroked my hand down its long shaft. I scooted down the bed so I could kiss his cock. I licked all over the head and up and down the shaft. Trey loved my mouth all over his cock. “Let’s go for a ride.” He suggested. I wasn’t quite sure what he meant. I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face. Trey pulled me up on top of him straddling his stomach. I knelt up and reached down for his hard cock. He took his fingers and put some saliva on the head of his cock. I eased down on it slowly. My pussy opened up for him as I lowered myself down on him. My pussy was wet but it still took some time before I could slide most of it in. Trey didn’t move; just let me work it inside me. I lifted myself up and down on his rigid fuck shaft. My hands on his shoulders for balance. Trey cupped my ass in his strong hands lifting and lowering me. His hips lifted off the bed and he fucked his cock in my pussy. I closed my eyes, loving the sensation. I lifted myself up and down faster; Trey bucked his hips to match my strokes. My mouth gaped open as I felt myself starting to cum. I ground my ass into his bucking pelvis. I came in a long orgasm, feeling my juices flowing, lubricating his cock. I arched my back, Trey’s hard cock slamming into me. He held me up in the air till he spewed his cum inside me. His hot load filling my tight pussy. We both cried out when we came. Trey’s butt finally sank back to the bed, his cock still excreting cum inside me. I felt it trickling out of me onto the sheets. Trey’s cock slid out of me as I moved off of him. Rick was standing at the coffee bar, pouring a cup of coffee. “Would you like cream…………..or have you just about had enough?” He said laughing. Trey and I both laughed at his remark. Rick brought the coffee over to the bed and handed it to me. I drank it down fairly quickly. Rick refilled it for me one more time. It was getting pretty well into the morning and I figured we’d better be saying our good-byes. It was a night I’ll never forget. I didn’t feel Rick and Trey would either. Trey headed for the shower. Rick and I talked for awhile. He handed me a business card and told me whenever I felt like getting together again, to get in contact with them. I said I would, not really meaning it though. This was a one-time fling, nothing I’d want to make consider on a regular basis. I think Rick and Trey realized it too. We kissed good-bye. I felt very close to both of these nice young gentlemen but it should remain a fond memory, nothing else. I went back to my room next door, showered and got dressed. I fixed my hair and put on my make-up. I looked at myself in the mirror before I exited the room. I thought to myself, “I need to work on hubby when I get home. I needed fucked and on a regular basis.” Long Drive Home Author's Note: Wasn't expecting a non-erotic BTB cheating wife revenge story to be my first offering on this site, but hey, this one got done before the others! LOL! Anyway, if these types of stories bother you or if you're looking for explicit sex you'll want to skip this one. My deepest appreciation to ChasingEden, who made this story a heck of a lot better than it was before she first started editing it! BTW if you find any grammar issues it's cause I got my grubby lil hands on it again before it was submitted! ******** Mandy stared at the well-dressed man standing in front of her, his words still echoing in her mind. Amanda Black, you've been served, he'd said with a little sadness. The people in the office had grown deathly quiet, and for a moment Mandy thought time might have stood still. In her hand was the death warrant for her five-year marriage. With a small sob, she slumped into a chair clutching the paper. Slowly, the office began to come to life. The stares, the whispers and all the disapproving looks started to build. Suddenly, Mandy heard her friend's soft voice beside her. "Mandy, come on," Kit said gently as she took her friend by the arm and stood her to her feet, "let's get you into a conference room and out of this spotlight." The raven-haired thirty-something woman guided her friend away from the gawking stares of their fellow office workers. Those who had witnessed the show noted how Mandy had gone from a loud, flirty, fun-loving blonde to a beaten woman in just minutes. A few saw humor in the irony; others pity. Most already suspected the reason behind the divorce papers. "How? I...I...don't understand," Mandy stammered, "Things had just started changing for the better." She clutched herself, as if her hug would give her more strength. Kit slid her arm around her, trying to comfort her friend. "I don't know, girl," Kit said gently. "Did Eric say anything? Any clue this was coming?" "Just the opposite," she managed to say between gasps, "It was like we were newlyweds again. I figured he was making up for all the wasted time he'd spent overseas." Kit flinched only slightly but Mandy noticed it. Mandy replayed the last four months of her marriage in her mind. Since Eric came home from Afghanistan, their sex life had been incredible. It was even better than after he had returned from Iraq two and a half years ago. He had been so passionate and physical. Oh God, she thought to herself, most times I can barely walk afterwards. She smiled sadly as she wiped a remaining tear from her eye. "It's been so hot and exciting! I mean after I got back from that business trip last week," Mandy's smile warmed a little, "oh my God Kit, Eric just wore me out! We did it so much that I ended up begging him to stop!" Mandy's smile disappeared when she looked at her friend's questioning face. "No! Nothing happened when I was on that trip. I told you it was over," she retorted. Kit nodded but wasn't smiling. In a calm voice she asked, "When was the last time Eric just held you, or simply spent time kissing and touching you. Sweetheart, when was the last time he gently made love to you?" She sat there in a daze, looking questioningly at Kit. "What?" With a determined sigh, Kit looked at her friend for a moment before going on. "Mandy," she asked bluntly, "was he making love to you or just fucking you?" Mandy's buried her face in her hands and sobbed deeply. But why? Why would he do that? She wondered then suddenly froze. No, he couldn't know, could he? Slowly raising her head she had a look of horror on her face. "Oh God, Kit" she whispered, "He knows. Oh God please no! Please no!" Tears began to fill Kit's eyes as she held her weeping friend. She knew Eric pretty well and if he really did know, then this would get ugly. ******** Eric nodded as he listened on his cell. "Thank you, sir," he finally said upon hearing his wife had been served and that the packages containing the pictures and legal documents had been delivered. Hanging up, he turned his attention to his laptop. With a simple click he started the process that would change his unfaithful wife's life forever. One she'll remember for the rest of her life, he thought to himself as he picked up his cellphone and dialed. "Hello, this is HR," said a sweet young voice, "How may I help you?" "Mr. Davis, please," Eric said coolly. "This is Eric Black." "Oh! Mr. Black!" the girl said quickly. "Let me transfer you!" A few seconds later Eric was speaking to a man who most had never seen smile. The conversation was brief. Neither man raised his voice, but the hostility was not missed by either of them. As Eric ended the call, he let out a deep sigh. Looking at his phone, he saw on the call log that his wife had already called him five times. Not yet, he thought trying to steady himself, not yet. ******** There was a brisk knock on the conference room door. As Kit opened it, she immediately recognized the three individuals standing in front of her. The first was a well-dressed elderly man named Simon Samuels, the Vice President and head of their branch. Behind him stood the imposing presence of John Davis, Director of Human Resources. Kit couldn't miss the fact that Mr. Davis' face was bright red and she swore that she could see heat coming off his face. Behind the two of them stood Anna Prescott, Office Manager and Kit and Mandy's supervisor. "Ms. Garnett, we need to speak with Ms. Black," Mr. Samuels said, his face grim, "Thank you for your assistance but please return to your desk." The three walked into the room and Kit left behind them, gently closing the door. "Ms. Black, we have a problem," Mr. Samuels began. ******** Mandy walked quickly out into the parking lot, trying not to stumble. She held tightly to the manila envelope that Mr. Davis had given her. Inside were pictures--horrible pictures of her and Sean Thompson, a business manager from the third floor. Mr. Davis had briefly recapped his discussion with Eric. Eric was threatening to make public the fact that the company had not enforced their code of conduct policy. He'd told Mr. Davis that he'd discuss it with his future ex-wife at home before he decided on whether to pursue any possible legal actions. Mr. Davis informed her that they would be meeting with Sean next but that she "should get her ass home and talk with her husband before this all gets out of hand". He had also informed her that they would all sit down with her and discuss her future with the company tomorrow, after she had met with her husband. Mandy had a difficult time finding her car because she was still crying so hard. The bright sunlight glared off of the cars making them a little more difficult to identify. However, her car should not have been that hard to find. The big black Hyundai Santa Fe was not easily hidden. Mandy crawled into it, remembering the fights that had led up to Eric finally agreeing to lease the car for her. He'd conceded just before he'd left for Afghanistan. She wiped her eyes, put on her sunglasses and took off for home. A man in an old Chevy sedan parked close by picked up his cell. ******** "Thanks Bob," Eric said calmly, "No, no, that's all. Please tell Ron that you guys did a great job and deserved the bonus. Thanks again. Goodbye." Looking down at his laptop, Eric sighed again. Just one more call, he thought to himself, just one more and there would be no turning back. But why would he even want to go back? All that was left was an unfaithful wife that tore his heart out and a shattered marriage that he would never be able to put back together again. Eric shook his head and took out a prepaid cellphone. This last call needed to be untraceable. He dialed quickly, then waited. First ring. Second ring. Third ring, a soft click and then...silence. Eric sat, emotionless, as he stared at the video feed on his laptop. Finally, after several minutes, a tear ran down his cheek. ******** Mandy pulled the big SUV out onto the Interstate and groaned. She had hoped she would be able to avoid the rush hour traffic. She hadn't. She pounded on the steering wheel. At this rate she knew that her usual 30-minute commute would take over an hour. She thought about her marriage, about how unlikely she would be able to salvage any of it. Eric had found out about her affair. Before Iraq, he might have been able to forgive her but not now. The pictures had been taken while he was away in Afghanistan. She sobbed realizing what he must think. Even though the chances were remote, she had to try to save it, simply because she still loved him. A funny way of showing it though, huh? She chided herself. Cheating on him not once, but both times he had gone overseas to serve his country. She shook her head quickly, as if trying to push back the guilt and shame, but the tears began flowing again. Trust was not something that came easily to Eric. His childhood had been a hard one. His father had run out on him and his mother when he was little and his mother was an alcoholic. In the five years they'd been married, Mandy had only seen his mother twice. Once at their wedding and once when their son was born. It had taken him years to trust Mandy. When they had met in college, she'd known he was a soldier. She thought she had accepted that. He'd already served two active years and was well on the way to receiving his engineering degree. They had dated a year before Eric asked her to marry him. She could still hear her father's reaction. "No Mandy, this has nothing to do with Eric," her father had said, "I think he'll make a great husband. It's more about you! I don't know that you'll make a good military wife. Now don't get mad, honey, but it's damn hard to be a good husband or wife when your spouse leaves for a year." Mike Lomax, Mandy's father, had served in the Navy for four years when Mandy was little. She still remembered the fights her parents had gotten into during that time. She'd always known that he and her mom had had a rough time of it and that he didn't want that for his little girl. You were right Daddy, Mandy sniffed as she shook her head, you were so right. I made a terrible soldier's wife! They had bought a very nice starter home and Eric had settled into a nice engineering position. Life looked so very promising, and then Uncle Sam called. When he got the news of his deployment, she had berated him mercilessly about him abandoning her. To make things more difficult, when Eric left for Iraq, she was already four months pregnant. Mandy wiped her eyes as she crept through traffic. She remembered the loneliness she'd felt as she went on with life without Eric there. Sure, her mom and dad had done their best to help, but the sleepless nights alone had eaten at her. She had needed Eric to hold her during that time, to hear his voice whispering it would be alright, but he wasn't there. She knew that she was being selfish, that being gone while she was pregnant had torn him apart also. But that hadn't made the nights less cold and lonely. Her mother had moved in the last month before the baby was born and that had helped...some. Mandy and her mom, Lisa, had a very close relationship in most areas. Their personalities were so very close that it seemed more like they were best friends rather than mother and daughter. But there were some things that her mom just wouldn't talk about. The details about her marriage during the time her dad was in the Navy were one of them. When Mandy would try to push the subject, her mother would always become very upset. Eric got to come home on R&R the day after Randy was born. For a brief moment it was like we were a real family, Mandy thought, but it didn't last. He left just ten days later, and she was alone again. Her mother had seen some of the signs and had begged her not to give in to them. She continuously harped on the damage just one mistake could do to so many people's lives. Of course, she wouldn't go into any detail but Mandy suspected that her father may have had an affair. They were always pleasant and polite to each other, even friendly, but never passionate. It was more like they were friends living in the same house. Mandy remembered how she had fought the depression and loneliness for months after the birth. Going back to work helped at first. Then she was assigned to a project with Sean Thompson. Where Eric had rugged, boy-next-door good looks, Sean could have been a male model. His smooth baritone voice and beautiful smile had made Mandy's heart skip a beat whenever he'd enter the room. He carried himself with such confidence and had such an impressive air about him. She knew he was married to an attractive wealthy socialite from New York. They and their children had just moved to the area a couple of years earlier. She had even met his wife once at a company party. She was beautiful--in a cosmetically enhanced way--and her personality was, perfectly suited for one of those 'housewife' reality TV shows. But it just made Sean that much more exciting. Just a month after they had begun working together, she wilted under the temptation. Wilted? She grimaced. That's bullshit. I was the one flirting with him. A short two-day business trip with the project team had provided the opportunity to turn that flirting into a full blown affair. They met several more times, but she ended it shortly before Eric came home. Eric returned changed. The care-free, country boy part of him seemed to have died. She knew his tour had been difficult and that he'd lost some close friends while he was over there. She even remembered the call from him a day after the worst had happened. The Humvee in front of him had hit an IED, killing three of his friends and maiming another one. Eric had taken it hard. Mandy remembered just letting him cry on the phone because there was so little she could say that could comfort him. She even got choked up telling him how much she loved and missed him, mostly because she truly meant it but partially because of her shame from being with Sean just five days earlier. She had spent the first several months after his return just holding Eric, trying to nurture him back into the man he had been before he'd left. There was no doubt in her mind that she loved him and her affair with Sean was just a season of weakness. Then, just when things seemed to be going so well again, his deployment orders to Afghanistan came through. She was crushed. Not surprisingly, two months after he left, she found herself back in Sean's arms. She knew there was no excuse for it, but in the end her guilt was trumped by her loneliness and fear. She had pursued Sean again and it had taken all of her charms to get him away from that succubus in marketing that he had started up with after their affair ended. She felt her face flush with the shame of what she had done. Of course you're ashamed but it didn't stop you, did it? Mandy scolded herself. She tried to fight back the tears but failed, feeling her self-loathing pouring out with each one. Sean had spent several weekends staying at her house. He had even managed to get her on another project with him. For a moment, Mandy had even considered leaving Eric. Then reality set in. She, Randy and her parents had gone to Fort Bragg, North Carolina to meet Eric when he came back for R&R. The trip there was tense, to say the least. Mandy was sure her parents suspected the affair but they hadn't confronted her about it yet. Then she saw Eric and every care fell away. When he held her and kissed her she remembered why she had married him in the first place. They spent every hour, rekindling their marriage and strengthening their family. Mandy smiled weakly when she thought of that time. Eric had been so passionate, so tender, so incredibly loving, she had sworn to herself at that moment that she would remain faithful to him for the rest of her life. Then Eric had told her he wasn't going to re-enlist, that within four months after he returned from Afghanistan he would be a civilian. She had wept openly knowing they were soon going to be a real family again. After she had returned from Fort Bragg, she broke off all relations with Sean, much to his frustration and anger. She poured everything she had into preparing for Eric's return. Mandy had even started seeing a doctor about her fears and loneliness. She was diagnosed as clinically depressed and had begun counseling and medication. As the months went by, she felt herself getting stronger both mentally and emotionally. She swore each day that she was going to make up for all of this by being the best wife Eric could've ever hoped for. Finally when he returned several months later, she had made good on her vows. She had denied him nothing, not her body, her attention, nor any part of her love. Kit was right though, things had been different when Eric had returned home this time. He was more guarded and didn't share his heart as freely. She had just thought it was because of the things that had happened when he was overseas. Now she began to realize he had already known about her affair, and that thought terrified her. ******** Solemnly, Eric stared out the window watching the gentle rain fall on those unfortunate enough to be caught in it. He could tell that the little cloudburst wouldn't last very long. Soon the sun would be shining again. Not soon enough, Eric thought to himself, no, not nearly soon enough. He watched the little dot on the laptop screen. It had been stationary for a while but was now finally moving. His wife's SUV was still caught in traffic but was now making progress. With a deep sigh he looked at his watch. It was time to make the call. Depending on what was said this could be the last time he spoke with the woman he had deeply loved for the last six years of his life. ******** Mandy almost jerked the steering wheel when her cell phone rang. A quick look told her it was him. She said a short prayer, took a deep breath and answered. "Eric?" "Yeah, it's me," he replied. "Baby please," she said as she tried to stifle sob, "Please let me try to explain, to tell you how sorry I am! Baby? Eric?" There was only silence. "Sweetheart?" she said, "Are you still there?" "Yeah, for the moment," he replied curtly. "Honey, where are you? Are you at home with Randy?" "I don't have a home, Mandy," he said, his voice betraying his pain for only a second. "You took care of that." "Where are you?" "It doesn't matter, I'm just waiting." "For me?" her voice was hopeful. "Like you waited for me, honey?" Mandy couldn't contain the sob as it caught in her throat. She had never heard so much pain and anger in his voice before, and certainly never directed at her. "Eric please, there's so much to say. I've screwed up so badly, I know I have! But I need to talk to you; there is so much I need to say to you. I love you, baby, only you!" There was only silence on the other end of the line. Then he spoke, "Alright Mandy, say what you need to, but I doubt it's going to change anything. You've been sleeping with some other guy while I've been away. Not once, but many times. So just what the hell do you think you could say that will make any difference?" "Please Eric, please for our sake?" She begged through her tears, "Don't give up on us before I see you, please baby?" "Don't give up?" he hissed, "Like you did on us?" "No!" she screamed over the phone, "I know what I did doesn't look like it but I never gave up on us. I was alone and scared. I know it's no excuse, but I was. But I still love you and I believe in us, baby. I really do." Long Drive Home "Are you serious?" he said, surprised. Eric paused for a moment wondering if she actually believed what she was spewing. "Are you saying you didn't give up on us when you were sucking his cock? How about when you were screaming his name as he banged you again and again? Tell me how the hell you could even begin to think that wasn't fucking giving up on us!" All she could do was cry as she crawled through traffic, trying to get to him as quickly as she could. If she could just see him face-to-face then he'd see the remorse she felt, and then there might be some hope. He continued bitterly. "I finally got the proof my whore of a wife was cheating on me while I was in Afghanistan. Lucky for both of us I guess. I think I might have killed you and that asshole if I'd found out while I was state-side. After a few seconds, he sighed. "Amanda this will be our last conversation. If we get disconnected or either one of us gets put on hold, then there won't be another one." "Eric, please," she pleaded. "We can go to counseling. We can get through this baby, we really can." He continued. "Listen, there are a few things you need to know before you get home. First, I've cleaned out all of our accounts and maxed out all the credit cards. I figure you've screwed me over for the past three years so I'm returning the favor." He ignored her gasp. "You can keep the house since I'm sure I can still smell him in our bed. I packed up the things I wanted; it ended up only fitting in a single suitcase, so the rest is yours. You can keep your SUV, though I'm not sure how you'll pay for it since I'd suspect you'll be fired tomorrow. "I've sent those pictures to all of your co-workers, family, all of our friends and even our church. Plus, I've submitted them and a bunch of video to several porn sites, along with all your information. I'd suspect that you'll be very popular soon." "Oh Eric, no," Mandy sobbed, "Why? Why wouldn't you wait until we had talked?" "I did wait, Mandy," he said calmly, "I waited four months after I got back, but you said nothing. And wouldn't have said anything if you hadn't had been caught, isn't that right, baby?" What could she say? He was right. "As for your little boy toy," Eric sneered, "I almost paid him a little visit. But after meeting with his wife a few times, I don't think that it will be necessary. That is one vindictive bitch! You might want to give Sean a little heads up. He'd better run. "Seems his wife's family has some interesting connections with some very shady people. It wouldn't surprise me if little Sean doesn't get through the year without having an 'accident'. She'll probably come after his little sluts, too. Oh wait! That would include you too, wouldn't it? "Eric, please, give me the chance to make this up to you, please?" Mandy's cellphone beeped. Looking at it she recognized the number. "Eric? It's Mrs. Johnson from next door calling--" "I told you, if you disconnect, we're done." His tone was threatening. Startled, Mandy replied softly, "Ok, ok baby. I was just concerned that maybe something had happened to Randy." "Randy's fine," Eric's voice softened. "He's with me right now and he's sound asleep." She sighed in relief and let the call go to her voice mail. "Speaking of Sean's wife, Victoria," he said calmly, "while you two went out on your little 'business trip' last week--" He was interrupted by Mandy's cellphone buzzing again. It was another neighbor calling. "Sweetheart, it's Mrs. Wilcox. Are you sure Randy's ok?" "Yes, both Randy and I are perfectly alright," Eric said with an eerie tone that made Mandy begin to panic. He chuckled. "Now, about Victoria Thompson. She's quite something. While you and that asshole were finally acting like you should've been for the past three years, I was spending two days getting to know his wife....intimately." Mandy gasped as she felt both the anger and hurt from hearing of her husband's betrayal. Her tears began to flow again. "I'd like to tell you she's a hell of a lot better in bed than you were, but the truth is that she isn't," he stated. "Between her whining and her bitching about everything she wants and where and when to do it, hell that just took the fun out of it. I'm sure Sean would agree. So congratulations Mandy, you've won the 'best fuck by a slut' award." "Eric, stop it! Please!" Mandy begged. "Please...just...stop." She began sobbing again. She slammed her small fists against the steering wheel, screaming profanities at the surrounding cars as they crept forward. Slowly she regained her composure as she wiped away the tears of frustration. "Alright Eric, she sniffled, "you win. You've got your revenge. You've broken me." She paused, waiting for him to respond, but only heard silence. "But I still love you, Eric," she said softly. "There's no excuse for what I did, I know that, but all I'm asking is the chance to make it up to you. I'm begging you please...please let me explain myself. There are some medical issues you should know about. If you ever loved me, please meet with me. Please baby?" "Medical reasons?" he snorted, "Post-partum depression? Clinical depression? Bi-polarism? Hell, try post-traumatic disorder! In the end it doesn't really matter does it, Mandy? You still went and fucked some other guy. "How did I find out? It really doesn't matter. Once I did, I hired some people to watch you. They did one hell of a job too, they tapped phones, and planted cameras all over our house, even put one in our bedroom." "Oh Eric," she cried, "Do you really hate me so much that you could do all of this? Isn't there even the tiniest bit of love left?" "Well, there was," he replied quietly, "before I watched that video of you and him in our bed. Do you remember that time Mandy, the time that Randy walked in on the two of you?" Mandy gasped. Oh God no! Please not that! Eric's voice was strained as he fought to control his emotions. "Image how I felt as I sat there and watched as my two year old son called another man 'dada'. Anything I felt for you died right then as I watched you lift our son into bed with the both of you! "Damn you, bitch!" Eric voice cracked. "I guess I was lucky that I didn't see that until after we had spent time at Fort Bragg. When I saw that I was shattered. I almost lost it over there and that's a place you can't afford to 'lose it'." Eric looked down at his laptop and saw that Mandy was almost home. A cruel smile distorted his handsome face as he continued in a chilly tone. "And as far as hurting you? Amanda, I haven't even started yet. I've still got a few--" He heard Mandy gasp. "Oh...my...God! " she whispered. "--surprises left," he finished. Mandy pulled her SUV over to the side of the road and watched in horror as flames engulfed what had once been their home. "Like I said, Amanda, the house and everything left inside it is yours." Mandy began to shake, still not believing her eyes. "Dammit Eric! What did you do?" "That's a rhetorical question isn't it?" Eric said with a smirk. "I was trained to build things in combat conditions, Mandy. Wouldn't it make sense, I might know a thing or two about destroying those things too?" "Where's Randy?" she yelled. "Dammit Eric, where the hell is my son?" "Our son is sitting about three feet from me asleep in his car seat. So tell me," he said tauntingly, "can you read the message I left on our front yard?" "What?" she stammered, "What message...oh my God..." Eric chuckled. "I wasn't sure people would be able to read it from ground level. But the news helicopters, they should enjoy the words 'CHEATING SLUT' burned into the front lawn." "I wouldn't count on a lot of sympathy from the neighbors," he continued, "I had those pictures posted around the neighborhood and paid some teenage boys to distribute extra copies up and down the block." He stopped for a few seconds and listened to his wife weep. "Mandy? You might want to consider," Eric said bitterly, "where you're going to sleep tonight and in the near future. I guess you could sleep in your SUV, until they come and repo it. Or maybe--no, I doubt Sean will be able to help you. I'm sure Victoria is flaying him alive by now. I guess that just leaves your parents." He chuckled, "I wonder how your Dad will feel about having two sluts living under his roof?" "What?" Mandy whimpered through her sobs. "Damn Mandy, how stupid are you really? You always told me that you thought your dad had cheated on your mother when he was in the navy. Hell, it was your mother who cheated on him!" "Mom?" she said her voice shaking. Eric laughed cruelly. "Oh hell yeah! He told me a little about it after I came home from Iraq. Now why do you think he'd do that Mandy? You think maybe he suspected his little baby girl was cheating on her husband just like her momma had done to him? "But unlike your father," Eric continued, "I can't live with a slut wife the rest of my life. Maybe he stayed for you or maybe he still loved her, I don't know, that's his decision. Mine is to start again and hopefully find a woman that I can spend the rest of my life with. I'm sure I'll find someone who can love me, be faithful and make a good mother to Randy. "Please, Eric," Mandy sobbed, "I can be that kind of wife, just give me another chance to show you. And I'm already a good mother to Randy. I'm the only mother he needs!" "I guess that's something the courts will have to decide, isn't it?" he said calmly. "Of course the fact that I've burned down our house and have effectively bankrupted us probably won't go in my favor." Eric watched as a young man wearing a jersey and ball cap got out of a cab and stood on the curb looking in his general direction. Eric flashed his headlights twice and the kid began walking towards him. "Alright Mandy," Eric said calmly looking at his watch, "There's a few things you still need to know and there isn't much more time, so listen very carefully. "First, that your bosses shouldn't get too excited by my threats. However, Victoria is filing a similar lawsuit and will probably win. I think the courts will really like her and all the evidence that I've given her. As for me," Eric cleared his throat, "well, I don't like my chances in court, so I've accepted a job overseas. I think Randy and I will like it pretty well." "No!" Mandy screamed into the phone. "You can't take my baby!" "Actually, bitch, he's my son and I can." "No Eric, please!" she begged, "He's my son, too!" "Amanda," he said calmly, "he won't even remember you after a few years. I don't remember my dad. But don't worry, I'll send pictures of him to you at Christmas and we'll even call on Mother's Day and his birthday. Since we won't know where you'll be, we'll just call your parents." Mandy wept bitterly as she realized the hopelessness of her situation. Eric sat for a moment, concerned and somewhat disturbed by his own actions. He knew he had no intentions of sending any pictures or calling her ever again. The thought of her waiting desperately for calls that would never come and reliving this revenge for years to come was crueler than he had previously thought himself capable of. "Goodbye, cunt," he said coldly. "I hope you rot in Hell." He wiped a tear from his cheek listening to her hysterical screaming, begging for her son as he hung up. ******** "Captain Black?" the kid in the jersey asked standing in front of him. "Not anymore," Eric smiled weakly, "I'm just Eric Black. Well, at least for a little bit longer." The young man grinned and handed him the manila envelope that contained account numbers and passwords to the off-shore bank accounts that his funds had been deposited in, minus of course, certain 'fees'. "Here are the passports, picture ID's and airline tickets for Marcus Grey and his son Michael Grey," the teen said smiling. Eric smiled a little more and began placing his old ID's and the two SIM cards from the cell phones into a small metal bucket. With a smirk he took a lighter and melted them into a small puddle of blackened plastic. He then took a small hammer and smashed both cell phones and tossed the remains into the bucket. Satisfied with his handiwork, he threw the entire bucket into a dumpster. "That felt better than I could have ever imagined," Eric grinned as he handed the hammer and lighter to the man. He quickly took out the keys to the car and handed them over to the kid. "Tell Bob and Ron thanks for the rental," he said softly. "Who?" the young man asked with a huge smile on his face. "My apologies," Eric chuckled, "I must have been mistaken." A few minutes later, Eric was checking his bags at an airline. He couldn't help smiling as he thought about what the next few weeks held for him and his son. His contract didn't begin until next month so they were going to spend a couple weeks on a secluded beach with an attractive lieutenant he had met while in Afghanistan. They'd only been friends when he'd gotten proof that his wife had been cheating, now Eric was eager to see if there was something more there. "Mr. Grey?" the man behind the check-in counter said politely, "you and your son have a wonderful flight." Marcus Grey and his son walked down the concourse and began their new lives. Long Drive North Note on Language: This is a story about two blokes who are from northern England. While I've toned it down a little, there's a lot of linguistic references in this story which might take some explaining, especially in the dialogue. It might help to know that "Nowt" and "Summat" are "nothing" and "something", that "da" and "fatha" both mean "father", that "dunnut" means "don't" and "mebbe" means "maybe." Egging someone one means encouraging them, "daft" and "dozy" both mean (basically) "silly", calling someone a "chav" is probably equivalent to an American calling them "white trash." "gob", "nob" and "cocksnot" are "mouth", "penis" and "semen" more or less, and throughout the story "t'" means either "the" or "to" depending on context. Hope that helps! Anyway. Here we go. Hope you like it. ----- Long distance drives can be a killer. Literally. The first time I drove the length of the country - from Carlisle to Exeter to visit some friends - I pushed it too far with post-adolescent cockiness and nearly ended up as a road-accident statistic. I'm grown up a lot since then, and I've been a lot more cautious, always arranging either a half-way break at a hotel, or a buddy to take half the driving duties, or both. This particular trip was kind of a "both." My older brother, Jack, was getting married. He'd picked the arse-end of nowhere for the ceremony, the wilds of Scotland miles from anywhere civilized. It promised to be a big do, and it's good to touch base with the larger family from time to time, but work commitments and an unplanned-for shift change had meant that I was forced to leave London fairly late on the Friday afternoon, with a long trip ahead of me. So I'd brought a buddy along to keep me company. Unfortunately Geordie Garry - Gaz - didn't drive. Not legally at any rate. He'd lost his license a couple of years previously, and while that hadn't stopped him driving from time to time, I'd been fairly clear from the outset that he was along for company only. I wasn't about to risk a random stop by the busies resulting in a missed wedding, problems with my own license, and potential jail-time for Gaz. Mind you I was also motivated by the fact that when behind the wheel of a car Gaz was a danger to himself and other road users - which is why he'd lost his license in the first place, prompting our first serious punch-up and nearly finishing our friendship for good. Gaz and I had met shortly after I'd moved to London, in a pub, watching West Ham getting hammered and got hammered, and then went back to mine and hammered each other. Neither of us had been fans of the team, and I can remember nowt about the match apart from the beery haze and a bit of verbal fencing as we danced around the subject of fucking each other. We'd been good mates since that day, still fucked like bunnies whenever the mood took us. While we spent more nights in each others' company than not, we both had our own flats and liked it that way. We'd been buddies for nearly ten years, and during all that time had never "talked about our relationship" or any shite like that. We weren't exclusive, but we were careful (and while he was a dozy prick about most things, Gaz was sensible about fucking around). Gaz had been in London a bit longer than I had, and while he would always be Geordie Gaz to his mates, his accent had had its corners knocked off by spending most of his youth with his dad in Yorkshire and fifteen years of hanging around Cockneys. He claimed to be bisexual, mostly at parties when he thought he had a chance with someone, but hadn't fucked a bird as long as I'd known him. I didn't define myself by where I liked to shove my cock, and that suited us both just fine. When I'd mentioned the wedding, Gaz had jumped at the chance of an open bar and a weekend away from London. I'd picked him up from the pub after I'd finished work, and we'd headed north. I'd taken a few minutes in the first service station we came to and changed into jeans, T-shirt and shirt but Gaz had been happy in his work gear. Being in the building trade, my mate had turned up for the trip in a paint-and-plaster spattered Newcastle United T-shirt that had seen better days, knee length shorts and dog-eared trainers. While he looked scruffy, I have to admit he carried it off. He lounged next to me in the passenger seat, flicking through a copy of Viz he'd picked up in the service station, and drinking his third small bottle of Lucozade. Occasionally he'd run one hand through his skull-cropped dark hair, or tug at one of the coarse tufty hairs sticking out of the nape of his tee. His casual gear allowed him to show off his forearms and legs, tightly wrapped in curly hair to match the thatch on his head. He had a three-day beard but had promised faithfully to shave before the wedding. Broad shouldered, with stocky legs, he was as well-built as anyone who makes their living hefting bricks and mortar around and spends their free time propping up a bar. He was wearing a bit of beer fat on his belly, but he wasn't the only one, and he certainly didn't have any flab anywhere that mattered. We made a bit of a pair, the two of us. Both dark, both burly - stocky in his case, five-ten to my six-foot or so. Both a bit tired from a long day at work and then on the road. I was feeling tense and irritable, and we still had several hours to go before we reached the hotel and I could have a shower and relax ahead of the wedding tomorrow. I wasn't really looking forward to it, and was mostly doing it to please my Mam and Dad. I knew the rest of the family looks down on me for moving to London and working in a succession of uninspiring blue-collar jobs instead of making something of my life. There was also a bit of disapproval from the older generation due to my so-called "lifestyle choice." Fuck 'em. Out of the blue Gaz suddenly said "You know what I've always wanted to do?" It was the first either of us had spoken intelligible words - rather than just grunting - since we'd driven into Northumbria about an hour or so ago. It was past ten and I hadn't noticed how close to nodding off I'd gotten until Gaz spoke. "Fuck mate this isn't gonna be another dire thing you'd do to that poor lad is it?" We'd picked up a hitchhiker at Scotch Corner, heading north. A young lad - well a young man - returning home from University for the summer, hitching because he'd pissed all his cash up against the wall. We'd spent the trip bantering away, taking the piss out of the fella for being a Manchester United supporter. Gaz is a staunch Newcastle supporter, and I don't really bother with the footie beyond an excuse to get pissed except when England is playing, and even that's wearing off since they're giving such a shite performance right now. Still, one of my dirty secrets that I confided to Gaz in an unguarded moment was that while a lot of blokes fancy Beckham I've always wanted to fuck Wayne Rooney. Gaz never let me live it down. The fella had been a laugh, once it'd become clear that we weren't going to try and rape him and leave him naked by the side of the road (well, I wasn't at any rate). He'd livened the journey up until we dropped him off with a tenner for his bus fare. Gaz had claimed there was sexual tension but I reckon he was talking shite. After we'd dropped the lad off, Gaz had spent twenty minutes or so describing in graphic detail - with gestures - what he'd have liked to have done to the fella, making me snort Lucozade out of my nose at one point, and culminated with the poor lad naked and covered in spunk and piss. It was mostly talk - while Gaz used to say that every now and again he liked to fuck a Chav to keep his hand in, neither of us really fancied the younger model. Neither of us could be arsed breaking someone in - while it might sound like fun to screw a virgin, it's just too much hassle. Gaz talked a good game, but I knew from past experience that he was more than capable of coming through if the mood took him. "Who? Nah fuck that. Nah this is summat else. Just gotten thinking about it as we're off up t'see yer family, like" I rolled down the window a bit to let some fresh air in, wake myself up a little, and took a firmer grip on the steering wheel, shooting him a quick sideways glance. He was looking a bit furtive, his Viz unattended in his lap, and I was intrigued but also worried about where this might be going. "No mate, tell me, what've you always wanted t'do?" He took another loud gulp of Lucozade and belched loudly. "Well I've always wanted t'fuck a bloke and his dad. At the same time like." I swerved, surprised. There was an unsettling confessional tone in Gaz's voice and I hoped this wasn't going to get awkward. My dad is in his sixties, and straight as a die, and even if he hadn't been I was not interested in that kind of thing at all. Gaz went on oblivious. "Or a bloke and 'is son, either is fine, know what I mean." "Fuck no mate, I dunnut know what you mean. An' you can forget about fuckin' my dad." "What?" Gaz sounded genuinely surprised. "Jesus fuck that the man's in his seventies." "Sixties" I corrected. Gaz waved this way and kept talking. "Nowt like that, y'daft cunt, keep your hair on. Not into granddad bashing or kiddyfiddling or nowt. Grown up son, the dad not too far past it. Y'know, like Chris an' his fatha." Chris was a mutual friend, in his mid twenties. His dad was divorced and in his forties, and the pair of them were a great laugh when we went out boozing. There was no suggestion they went on the pull together, or had any interest in the sort of scenario Gaz was starting to describe. I still wasn't getting it, and said so. "What it is, is it's me fuckin' the pair of 'em, like. Imagine pulling your cock out of a bloke, wiping it on 'is arse and then slamming it into 'is dad. Screwing a bloke while his fatha is egging y'on to treat his boy right. Having a bloke watch while his da gobbles you. It'd be mint!" I detected more than a note of the usual banter in Gaz's voice. This was clearly something he'd thought about before, but the first time he'd mentioned anything like it. A quick glance over at him showed he was getting a bit excited by the prospect. He never wore underwear if he could help it, and when he did he constantly whinged about sweaty balls and an itchy sack. It was developing a bit of a lob-on, nudging his magazine aside. "C'mon mate, it'd be class. I mean I'm not talkin' about the two of em fuckin' each other. That's not right. They can do that on their own time if they like, but I don't want to know about it." He paused for a moment clearly thinking about it a bit more and then said: "Mind you, I'm not saying I wouldn't want the bloke to hold his da's head while I was nobbin' his gob. Fuck imagine getting the old fella to lend a hand gettin' me cock into his boys arse, lube me up so I can slide straight in, maybe guide the old meat truncheon into the goal, know what I mean? I reckon it'd be a bondin' experience. Hell it'd be no different to that time in Greece." "That time in Greece" was a holiday we'd taken together a few years back with a bunch of the other single lads. We'd spent a fortnight boozing and lazing around in the sun, and during the second week the two of us had met a couple from Essex, man and his wife, the fella in the same line of work as Gaz, who'd spent an evening buying drinks and then invited us back to their room to spit-roast him while his wife frigged herself off with a hairbrush. They'd wanted to keep in touch, but we'd politely declined. I still had a few Polaroids the pair gave us as a parting gift in the shoebox under my bed I kept for when I was feeling a bit lonely and bored. I nudged Gaz and looked pointedly at the Lucozade bottle. He passed it to me and I took a swig, then handed it back. He lit a fag, took a few drags, and handed it over to me as well. I could taste his mouth on the filter end. The satnav was muttering about turning, but I turned the volume down a little and took the turning it recommended. "Gaz, you telling me you'd be able to look your dad in the eye again after you've seen a dozy builder ploughing him out and calling him a cunt?" He frowned. One of Gaz's weak spots was his dad, who he loved with all his heart, big soft lad that he was. There'd been a few edgy moments the first time we'd visited him, on our way somewhere else, and he'd walked in on his son sucking my dick in the bathroom. He'd had a bit of a heart-to-heart with the old geezer afterward, which was good for him, and after he'd passed out later that night his dad, also a bit the worse for wear, confided in me that he'd always been pleased that Gaz had got out of the north-east before he'd gotten into too much trouble. He'd always been worried his jack-the-lad son was going to end up lumbered with a knocked-up girlfriend off one of the estates, like too many of the other boys had, and he'd been relieved that he'd not. Now he could see why ... "We're not talkin' bout my dad, you daft cunt. I reckon it'd do a bloke good to see his fatha fuckin'. Hell I reckon it'd make a man proud to see his dad really ownin' an arse, really ridin' it down, y'know? And if I had a son it'd do me good to know he could handle his cock like, find his way round an arse. Or a cunt if he's that way inclined" He gulped some more Lucozade, replaced the cap and then chucked the bottle of mostly-spit over his shoulder onto the back seat. Gaz absent-mindedly rubbed the bulge in his shorts, which was moving on from half-lob to full-lob as he talked. "Or fuck it, if you're getting fucked up about a man and his dad, what about a pair o' brothers. Yeah, that'd be nearly as good. Mebbe better." I didn't entirely like where this was headed, but the thickening bulge in Gaz's pants was distracting me. My brother and I did not get on. We were doing better than we had in years, but we were not close. There'd been an incident when he first found out that I liked to fuck blokes that'd lead to harsh words and eventually to me smacking the shit out of the mouthy little twat. After that we'd entered an uneasy truce, civil to each other at holidays, asking after each other's health and such. I was not going to be his best man, despite hints from our parents. That honour was going to his best mate, and I'd had a difficult conversation with my mam about it, as she'd had her heart set on her two boys standing up together. I was worried that Gaz was working up to something about me and Jack standing up together himself, and I really didn't need that image in my head. I wasn't wrong "You never wanted to spit roast your Jack? Mebbe get him pissed up at the reception and ..." I smacked Gaz across the back of the head without looking and he guffawed nastily, lighting another cigarette. He didn't stop though, just changed tack. "Yeah so with brothers it'd be a bit different. I reckon they'd be wanting to outdo each other, show the other one up, y'know?" Gaz - an only child - has developed a theory from watching how me and my brother don't interact. He explained it to be drunkenly once, and it basically comes down to his belief that all brothers want to be alpha male, and so hate each other. Maybe it went some way to explaining why Jack lived in Scotland and I was fucking Gaz in London, not quite as far apart as we could get but close enough. There was a shuffling noise as Gaz shifted and wriggled in his seat for a moment. I glanced over at him to see that he'd slipped his shorts down as he was talking. He'd not taken them off, just hooked the elasticised waistband under his bollocks. His sturdy prick was sticking straight up like a flag-pole from the dense bush of curly black-brown hair of his groin. I swerved a little. He was turning it this way and that in one hand, looking down at it like he'd never seen it's vein-roped length before. He went on talking, though, as if nothing was happening. "Yeah, so imagine you've gotten a pair of brothers back to your place. No wait; imagine I've got a pair of brothers back to my place, that's more likely innit? You're shite when it comes to gettin' a guy naked." "Got you naked enough in my time." I shot back He laughed a bit and looked at me, catching my eye as I glanced away from the road again. The devil was in him now, and he knew that I knew it, but for now he was playing it straight. I turned my attention back to the road, but only for a moment. If this was his idea of keeping me focused so we didn't crash, he was going a strange way about it. "Yeah yeah, but I was helpin' y'like wasn't I. Like I said, I've got a pair of brothers back to my place, we've had a few beers an' we're gonna have a few more. They're interested; they're sniffin' around a bit, mebbe showin' off a bit tryin' to get the other one to fuck off so they can have this hunk o' manliness all to themself. I stick a vid on and whoops-a-daisy it's a grumble-flick and we're all a bit embarrassed but then we settle down to talk, not really watchin' it, but they cannut keep their eyes off the fucking on the screen." It sounded to me like the start of a letter to a jazzmag, but there's no stopping Gaz when he's on a roll, and I kind of didn't want to. His voice can be hypnotic when he gets going, especially when his accent gets thicker. It roams around the country a bit these days, and he sometimes puts it on, but I'm not ashamed to admit that it makes my ball sack tingle when he gets it into his head to start going on like this. He nudged my knee with his. I looked across to see he'd hitched his seatbelt up onto his belly a bit, and shifted in his seat to open his legs a little wider, and was playing with his prick as we spoke. Sliding the rubbery foreskin down a little, he was using his thumb to transfer bits of nobcheese from off the head onto his tongue as his little fantasy developed. "Anyroad, there we are an' after a bit, after another beer, after we've passed the spliff a few times, I say I'm horny and I'm gonna have a bit of a shufti, an' mebbe they start to make their excuses and that, right, get ready to leave, start talkin' bout early starts in the morning, but mebbe one of the two of 'em says he's gonna have one too. Mebbe I dare 'im - the drunker one, or the one who's most up for it. Probably the younger one, he's got more to prove." I rolled my eyes. Gaz thinks I don't get along with Jack for just this reason. "Yeah so there we are, havin' a wank, being a bit discreet, but we've checked out each other's pricks, mebbe while big bro' is in the kitchen gettin' more beers." He liked this idea, and his grip on his prick became firmer. "After a bit though I start makin' comments 'bout what a good prick the bloke's got, an' how he's working it so well, and 'is brother's gettin' jealous and says summat like 'that's not wank, *this* is a wank' and before you know it we're all three of us there with our dicks in our hands laughing 'bout the movie." He'd get lamped more like, I thought, but maybe not. Gaz brags about his ability to get men naked, especially "straight" men, and while I don't credit more than a fraction of his stories there's no denying that he's got a way about him, a rough charm that some men just respond to. He's got the gift of the gab from somewhere, and he's talked me into more dodgy situations that I care to mention using it. I finished my fag, flicked it out the open window, and rolled it back up. Gaz's knee knocked my hand as I reached to shift gears. I glanced across and on cue - he'd been waiting for me to look - he leaned his head forward and dribbled a gob of spit out of his mouth towards his crotch. It spattered on his t-shirt, but he did it again with better accuracy, a stringy strand of spit connecting his prick and his mouth for a moment. Then he started to gently rub the spit into the reddening end of his prick, mixing it with the precum leaking out of his piss slit. Long Drive North (The Hotel) I woke up with an uncomfortably full bladder. It took me a few moments to realize where I was - in a Scottish hotel room, on my way to my brother's wedding. My phone alarm was going off, so I guessed it was ten o'clock, but a check showed it was half eight. I swore and fumbled for the pack of fags next to the bed, swearing again when I groggily remembered I was in a no-smoking room. I thought about getting dressed and going outside for a smoke but it just seemed like too much effort right at that moment. About all I could concentrate on was the need to empty my bladder, and it was getting more important by the second. The curtains were closed but it looked like a beautiful day outside. I rolled out of the bed and stumbled into the en-suite, pissed like a shire horse, washed my hands and splashed some cold water onto my face to try and clear out the cobwebs. I eyed myself in the mirror. I looked rough. Gaz and I had arrived at the hotel around one in the morning. I'd been absolutely shattered, but my mate had been well up for a bit of buggery. He'd enthusiastically started sucking me off ... and then I'd fallen asleep. I'd woken up around three, alone. Gaz'd taken my boots and jeans off and thrown a blanket over me before he'd gone to his own room, most likely fucked off and horny, probably to wank himself into unconsciousness. I shuffled back into the room, sat down on the bed and thought seriously about going back to sleep for an hour or so. Or maybe having a wank myself to take the edge off the morning. I swished the last of the Lucozade round in my mouth while I weighed up whether I wanted a fag more than I wanted some more kip. The decision was made for me by a knock at the door. Given I was wearing only the socks, boxers and t-shirt I'd been sleeping in I was disinclined to open the hotel room door unless I had to. "Who's that?" I called out, in a tone I hoped with discourage whoever it was from knocking again. "'s me y'daft bastard. Open up." Gaz. He sounded to be in a good mood. I opened the door. Gaz grinned at me and pushed straight past into the room. He was wearing his green tracksuit and ratty trainers and by the smell and his shiny face had just got back from a run. He had his wash kit with him, and a rolled up towel. I shook my head and shut the door behind him. He chucked the wash kit and towel onto the couch and sprawled next to them. He sat with an easy confidence in the middle of the nondescript sofa, legs apart, arms along the back. He was clearly showing himself off for my benefit. His tracksuit was half-unzipped showing off tufts of dark chest hair. His trackie bottoms bulged at the crotch, his meaty cock and heavy, sweaty bollocks obviously not restrained by any underwear (as usual). I imagined him running for a moment, his muscles pistoning. He ran a lot, my mate Gaz, and that's the main reason the beer hasn't given him a bigger belly. Gaz seemed to be in a good mood. I guessed he was still pretty horny, just from the grin and the way he was sitting. He'd probably already had at least one toss this morning - Gaz is a guy who can wank until the cows come home and stay up for a fuck. "You awake then?" he asked. "Maybe." I answered, yawning hugely as I sat down on the edge of the bed. "Sorry about last night, but I was fucking shattered." He shrugged my apology away. "Heard you moving around. Thought I'd come and see what you were up to." "Me phone went off early. You know owt about that?" I asked. "Nope," he lied shamelessly. "Gonna need to get moving soon, son." I told him. I yawned and stretched a bit. "Still a bit of time yet though-but?" He asked. His grin widened, slow and lazy. He slid one hand inside his trackie bottoms, juggling his nuts. "Time for a shower, at any rate." I replied as I peeled off my t-shirt and threw it towards him. He caught it and buried his face in it taking a lung full of my stale sweat, then tossed it back. I chucked it towards the bag by the other side of the bed. "You need one mate. You stink." He said, his voice a little rough. His newly adjusted crotch was getting a little swollen, as the blood rushed to his head. I stood up from the bed, just in my socks and boxers, and turned my back on him. I pretended to yawn again, stretching and holding the pose for a moment, letting my muscles tense. I'm never going to be a male model, but I reckon I'm sexy enough and I know Gaz fancies my body whatever he might say. I wanted him to appreciate my muscular, hairy back and firmly set legs. I clenched my arse muscles as well for a moment before releasing them, frowning slightly as the boxers caught in my sweaty crack. I reached behind to pull them free, jerking one leg to resettle my nuts as I did so, then bent over to sort myself out a towel and some clean clobber from my bag. "Cocktease," he muttered. I heard him stand up and cross the room to stand behind me. I stood up before he could do anything, turning round with my towel. We were about a foot apart. Gaz isn't quite my height, but he's a stocky little fuck, well built for all that he props up a bar more often than he lifts one. Skull cropped dark hair still managed to look a little tatty, four-day stubble threatening to turn into a beard. Dark eyes, gazing into mine with a bit of a challenge in them, and obvious lust. His body still smelt of exertion. His green trackie bottoms were tenting a little - a man who never wears underwear should not wear tracksuit bottoms when he's horny. "You want summat, mate?" I asked him, feigning indifference. He growled, grabbed me by the waistband of my boxers, and pulled me towards him. "You fucking know what I want, Rob. Stop pissing about." His breath was minty fresh, for a change. There was a spot of dry toothpaste in his stubble. I leaned in a bit, and licked the spot, my tongue rasping across his semi-beard. He turned his head a little, catching my tongue with his for a moment, and tried to slide his hands around me into the small of my back. I pushed Gaz back, onto the edge of the bed, and he sat down heavily. I dropped the towel and knelt down on it, pushing his legs apart. "What you doing?" He asked. "I'm gonna suck you off Gaz. That okay?" I rubbed his crotch through the trackie bottoms, staring straight into his eyes. "Get in!" He was smiling like a kid about to get a lollipop, which was ironic as our situations were about 100% different - for now. Still rubbing at him, I reached up with me free hand and unzipped his top, sliding my hand over his fuzzy belly and hairy chest, tweaking one of his nipples so he caught his breath. I leant in, and tasted the smell of him. Sweat and smoke and maybe a whiff of come from the previous night. I licked his tummy, rasping hair against my tongue. He took a shuddering breath. I stared up at him, keeping eye contact as I stopped rubbing his rapidly firming erection and instead slid my hand under the waistband so I could get a grip on his todger. He gazed down at me happily, his face flushing a little, his breathing getting heavier. I eased his dick out of his pants, leaving his balls behind, letting the elastic hold his thickening rod semi-vertical. I hadn't taken my eyes off his face. He was watching me avidly. "So ... you gonna shave then?" I asked him, taking his chin in one hand while moving the other slowly up and down his shaft, sliding the skin back a little with each down stroke. "Or are you going to turn up to the wedding looking like a tramp?" I let go of his chin, and began to stroke his thighs and the mound of his sweaty bollocks. "Sure mate. Sure I am. Yep." he said, nodding his head enthusiastically, comically keen to make sure I was happy. I looked down at his dick for the first time since I'd hooked it out. Stocky, well-built and tasty, just like the man it was attached to. Nearly at full lob, it fitted my hand well. I took a firmer grip and slowly slid the foreskin back, revealing his moody red helmet. Leaning in, I touched his piss-slit with my tongue, felt him jump. I looked up. His eyes were closed, his smirk spreading even wider as he exhaled heavily. I took a tighter grip in his shaft and eased his foreskin back, pleased for a change that there was no smeg encrusted underneath. He'd obviously cleaned up before he came over - probably right before he came over. "Who're you thinking of?" I asked him. "Jason Statham." he replied promptly. I shook my head. He opened his eyes and gave me the thumbs up. I lowered by head back toward his dark cockhead, wrapped my smile around it, swirling my tongue over his nob end, gently pushing it under his foreskin. Suddenly Gaz dropped backwards onto the bed, and started to snore loudly. I let his dick flop out of my mouth and squeezed his bollocks hard though his trackies, flicking his cockend as I did so. He yelped and jumped, sitting back up again and wincing. "Watch it mate! That hurt! I was trying to get some kip!" "Fuck you," I said, mock angry. "I said I was sorry, do you want to fuck or what?" "Shit mate, course I do. I'm just pissing about. Jesus don't stop." He put his hand on the top of my head and tried to push it back down toward his dick. I shook it off. "For that you put your hands behind your head bitch." "Not a bitch," he grumbled, but did as he was told. Sitting upright, hands clasped behind his head, gazing down hungrily at what I was up to. I went back down on his cock, licking it like an ice pop, getting it good and slobbery. I continued to squeeze his balls, but with a lighter touch, palping them lazily through the material of the tracksuit. He sighed in pleasure. I tasted a flood of precum, and went to work swallowing as much of his dick as was comfortable. My hand roved from his balls to his belly and chest, then back to his nuts. I let his cock out of my gob for a moment to spit into the palm of my hand, and then accompanied my sucking with a smooth lazy wank. Gaz started to buck his hips a little, but I growled in my throat and he stopped. "Fucks sake man, I'm so fucking horny." He murmured. "I've been gagging for a shag since we got here." I looked up at him, resting my tongue against his shaft, and winked. I leant back and pulled his tracksuit bottoms down. He lifted his arse obligingly, his spit-slicked dick and hairy bollocks bouncing around enthusiastically, thwacking against his gut. He opened his legs a little more when the bottoms reached his ankles, but I didn't pull them fully off. I leant in and took a long slurp along the side of his cock, then buried my face in his crotch, snuffling his balls and teasing them with tongue and teeth. Out of his sight I took a firm grip on his pants and in a smooth motion pulled them straight up, dragging his legs with them. His hands still behind his head, he went straight over on his back with a "whuff" noise. I took a moment to get a good look at his hairy arse, thick black fuzz over firm cheeks, then still holding his feet above my head I leant in to lick and nip at his furry backside. I let his trackie bottoms go, but he kept his feet up, spreading them as much as the pants allowed. I pulled his arse cheeks wider and leant in, pausing for a moment to say: "Fart and I'll fucking kill you." He chuckled, throatily. He's done that to me before and it's not funny, given how vile the stench of his guts can be. He was too horny to fuck me about like that this time, though. I took a moment to nuzzle his hairy cheeks with mine, and then let the tip of my tongue push into his crack to touch his brown hole. Nice and clean for a change, a musky taste rather than a rank one. I pressed my face against him, tonguing and licking his arsehole, letting my hands slide up his hairy legs, then bringing them back down to fondle and cup his balls and stroke his dick. He pulsed his arse muscles, making his dick bob against my hand, as I got his backside slick with spit. "Ah fuck me mate that's fine, that's good. Get your tongue right in there Rob, get a good gobful of arse." I did as he asked, enthusiastically, my prick hard and poking through the slit in my boxers. I reached town to stroke it a little as I lapped and tongued his hairy starfish. Using the other hand to massage his thighs, his balls, and rub his belly. He grabbed my roving hand, dragged it up to his mouth where the sucked my fingers in, biting them, wetting them with his slaver, then transferred them to his left nipple. I took the hint and twisted it - hard - making him moan and yelp at the same time. Then Gaz shifted around me, sitting up. He pushed me away from him, and I rocked back onto my haunches, licking the musty taste off my lips. I wiped my hand over my chin, slick with saliva and sweat. My buddy sat up properly and with a fumbling haste ungracefully tore his trackie bottoms from round his ankles, leaving his trainers on. His tracksuit top flapping open, he leant down and gave me a long, lingering kiss, one hand on the back of my head to pull me up level with his face, his tongue heavy and hot and hungry for the taste of his own dick and crack. Then he pulled away, shrugging off his tracksuit top. He folded the top and bottoms together roughly and tossed them over to me, before lying down again, stark naked and lifting himself up so his arse and lower back were clear of the bed. I slid the bundled clothes under his arse and he dropped back down again heavily, making the mattress squeak in protest. "Get us fucked, Rob." he said quietly. "There's some lube in me shaving kit." I laughed then, standing up, rubbing my rock-hard dick, and looked down at him, drinking in the sight of his hairy legs, his furry belly, his firm chest and the dark fuzz that covered it. Solid curves, a masculine man, stocky but not short, solid but not fat or over-muscled. He wasn't smirking any more, his skin was slicked with new sweat, and his pupils were dilated with desire. I stood over him. "What the fuck do I need lube for Gaz? Fucking your arse is like throwing a hotdog up Princess Street. I can barely touch the side." He glowered up at me and took a swipe at my crotch with one trainered foot. "Cheeky cunt." I grinned, but wasted no time finding his shaving kit and the newly-bought sexual lubricant inside. There was a bumper pack of condoms as well, which surprised me a little. " You want me in a welly?" I asked him, squeezing some lube out into my hand. He shook his head. "Not right now mate. Not as if it's us has to clean up. Now stop jabbering and get us seen to." I slid my boxers off with one hand and smeared a handful of lube up and down my shaft. Gaz was slowly wanking with one hand, tweaking his nipple with the other. He didn't take his eyes off me as I crossed the room back to the bed. My balls jumped and tingled, and I was a little surprised to learn just how close to shooting my bolt I was already I squeezed another gob of lube out onto two fingers, and chucked the tube onto the bed. I crouched back between his legs. He lifted them up and spread them out, giving me a moment to check out the hairy groove between his arse cheeks glistening with a combination of spit and sweat. I used one hand to open him up again and slid one of my slippery fingers into his aresehole as he grabbed hold of his own ankles and pulled himself up. He gasped and clenched. "That's fucking freezing," he groaned, but he settled himself back onto my finger. I moved it around a little inside him, then slid the second one in next to him and started to gently frig him with a smooth back and forth, up and down, side to side action. He bit his lip and lowered his head back onto the bed, pressing his hands against the headboard and, pushing back a little in time to my rhythm. My cock was throbbing now and I was desperate to bury it in Gaz's guts, to feel him around and under me, and to get both our rocks off with a sweaty fuck. "That good, aye?" I asked my voice hoarse with lust. "Yeah mate," replied Gaz. "But stop fucking around and get your dick in me arse. We've got a wedding to go to y'kna." "Jesus, after sweet-talk like that how can I say no man?" I pulled my fingers out of him, squeezed some more lube straight onto his arse, making him writhe and swear, then stepped smartly up between his legs and used one hand to press the head of my cock against his back passage. Joking aside, Gaz's arse is by no means slack. Not many lads get a go at Gaz's backside - as far as I know I'm the only fella he's let up him in a decade or more. When he's fucking someone else, he's all top. To be honest, Gaz was the only bloke I'd let up my arse in the last decade either. When we fuck we do it face-to-face nine times out of ten. I like to look at the bloke I'm fucking, like to see his eyes widen when I push against his sphincter for the first time, like to read his expression when I start to slide in. I pushed a little more forcefully and felt the pop as the tip slid inside Gaz. He pulled his legs back further, his dirty trainers up by my shoulders, wriggling underneath me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." he grunted. "Oh you cunt, that's good stuff that is, that's the ticket, that's ... fuck." Gaz swears when he's fucked. I saw him drop a hammer on his bare foot once and he made exactly the same fuss. He glared up at me as I fed another inch or so into him. "That all you got mate? Fucking hell you're taking your time, what's the matter?" "I'm horny as fuck mate," I said. "I want to fuck you proper, not come like a virgin, alright?" He guffawed, his face red and sweaty, and he let go of his legs for a moment to get his heels into my lower back and try to drag me forward. I leant my knees on the edge of the mattress, shifting position, and letting him pull me forward, looking down to watch my prick bunching up against his ring and sliding fatly into him. I could hear him swearing under his breath, feel him shifting under me as if in discomfort, but his face was pure lust, his jaw slack and his eyes closed. I leaned over him a bit more, shifting one leg onto the bed proper to get some purchase. I grabbed his dick and slapped it against his belly, mingling my spit and his juice with the curly hair. Then I eased myself back an inch or two, then forward, taking it slow at first. He opened his eyes again, pulled his legs back and up, tried to hook them over my shoulders. I took his weight with a grunt, and he dug his heels into my shoulders. "Not so rough mate still got your trainers on." I said. "Fucking pansy," he replied, and knocked my ears with his feet. He shuffled a little, sliding them back and resting his ankles on my shoulders. I felt sweat running down my back, starting to pool under my armpits. I was even hornier than I thought. I started to work my length against him, slowly rocking. "So ... who else is going to be at the wedding, Rob?" Gaz asked out of nowhere. "Jesus Christ Gaz, is now the time!?" "Yeah yeah, I wanna take your mind off the brilliant arse you're in and the excellent fucker you're shagging. I don't want you spunking off until I've had a proper shafting, like. Also I like thinking about your Jack when you fuck me." I pulled back an extra few inches and drove hard back into him, making him gasp and let out a stream of fucks and cunts. He recovered quickly, panting a little. "Fuck me mate if I knew mentioning your Jack while we were fucking would get you going like that I'd do it more often!" I grinned in spite of myself, returning to the slow rhythm of my thrusts, letting his legs slide against my torso. I took a grip on his dick as I spoke to him, sliding my hand up and down it in time to my lazy thrusts. For all we were bantering, both of us were a little short of breath as the lust moved between us. Long Drive North (The Hotel) "Pete is best man. Bit of a prick. Brother of the bride. Jack's best mate. Winds me up right proper. Lee and Carl are the other ushers. Carl's nice enough. Don't really know him. Lee used to play rugby with Jack. Seems sound." "Any of 'em up for a fuck, ey?" he asked, cheekily. I sighed and shook my head. "Shit, even when I'm balls deep in you, you can't stop thinking of other blokes. What the fuck? Big Rob not enough for you?" I started to increase the speed of my thrusts, angling myself around a little like I was stirring his guts. Gaz suddenly let out a sharp breath as I found his prostate, poking it first then sliding along it with my length. "Oh yeah that's good mate, that's good that is. That's the spot." I was starting to get into the groove myself, my hand harder on his solid dick, my need to explode starting to build pleasantly. I like an early morning fuck like this, starting slow and ending sweaty. "To answer your question, they're all straight as dies far as I know." Gaz whuffed out a hard breath and said "That'll be why you're not best man, eh? Can't fuck the bridesmaids if you'd rather fuck the ushers, eh?" He chuckled at his own joke, which sent jolts down his body through my cock. I tweaked one of his nipples again, lazily. I'd reached a steady rocking motion that I could keep going for a while, but Gaz was having none of it. "Put your back into it mate, can barely feel it y'know? Call that a shafting? Bet your Jack would do it better!" "For fucks sake not this again," I growled, slamming my dick into him harder. He writhed and bucked and swore, and told me not to stop. I had no intention of stopping. I loved making a big lad like Gaz beg me to fuck him harder, loved to make him wriggle under me, loved to let my sweat drop down onto his furry body and mingle with him. When we were drinking, or working together, I'd look across occasionally and marvel that this brash, loudmouthed cunt was both my best mate and my lover, and sometimes drift off imagining what we were going to do later. More than once I'd had to excuse myself when we were out with mates to go to the bogs and knock one out before I got too turned on. Sweat was pouring down my back and the leg I had balanced on the floor was starting to ache. I used my weight to push Gaz forward on the bed, sliding him off the wadded tracksuit. He wiggled his arse back and forth - I popped loose of him and he whinged, but I didn't stay out of him for long. We ended up with me knelt up on the bed, his shoulders against the headboard, and the time for chatter was over. More comfortable, and with more purchase, I started to fuck him properly, the way we both liked it, solid strokes and a lot of grunting and swearing. After a couple of minutes I slowed for a moment, feeling a dangerously electric tingle working its way up from my balls and along my prick. "Mate ... where am I coming?" I gasped. Gaz, slick with sweat, twisted a little beneath me and made eye contact as I continued a slower, more leisurely shafting, clenching my muscles in an attempt to delay the coming explosion as long as possible. "Where do you want to come, y'daft bastard?" he grunted. "I want to come up your arse, Gaz. I really want to." I told him. He looked pleased. "Jesus then come mate, it's not like we're virgins or owt. It's not the first time you've shot your bolt up me. Spray me guts with come, Rob. Do me proper." I rested for a moment gazing down at him. "You're a fucking romantic you are." I said with a filthy grin. He flicked me the finger, briefly, then lay back on the rumpled sheets - the blankets had gone fuck knows where by this point. "Y'know what?" he gasped as I started to bugger him more forcefully. "Y'know what? I want your come in me mate. I want to shake hands with that twat of a brother of yours with your spunk oozing down me leg, knowing you're at least twice the man he is. Every time I squirm in me seat, I want you to know it's because me arse is still sore from your shafting, y'know?" I grinned and growled again and said "Ah mate I am going to shaft you so hard you're not gonna be able to sit down, gonna arrive at the wedding lying in the back seat on your belly." "Talk is cheap," he said, squeezing my prick with his arse muscles and raising his eyebrows. "Show me what you got big man." I relished every inch I slid out of him as a promise of an inch I would slide back in. I gorged myself on the look of him under me, sweating and panting for air, on the feel of him tight round my cock, his body against mine. I had him pinned down on the bed beneath me, leaning over him, but not dominating him - nobody dominates Gaz. When we fuck it's a meeting of equals, I guess, although I wasn't thinking philosophically at this point I was just desperate to chuck me muck. Gaz bucked like a bronco, pushing back into me as I pushed into him, setting his shoulders against the bed. I leant forward and licked the sweat off him, lying forward over him and adjusting the angle of my dick in his arse. His hard prick jammed into me, and he writhed as I took my weight on my forearms. "Fucking you like you're me best lass," I grinned down at him in between shoving my prick into him. "Yer gonna have a tale for the other birds in the typing pool. Better not get pregnant now." "Motherfucking cocksucker," he whispered and wrapped his legs and his arms around me, holding me hard and crushing tight. Some guys would be put off, being called that sort of thing, but it just turns me on more when Gaz grunts it. He bit me hard on the shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, then fell back onto the bed again. As the boiling in my balls reached fever pitch, I rutted him faster and faster before gasping "Here it comes mate, fuck here it comes" or summat like that and then chucking my muck in two or three throbbing gouts of cocksnot. I partially collapsed over Gaz, gasping and panting, but he didn't let me lie there for long. As soon as I'd finished spurting jizz, Gaz pulled away from me with an audible sloppy popping noise as my dick pulled out of his tight arse. His hands went to his dick, wanking hard and fast as he gazed up at me. "Christ mate that was worth waiting for." I just nodded, staring down at him in a daze with my softening dick dripping come and lube onto him. I leant forward to give him a meaty kiss, trapping his cock and hands between us, and then slipped down onto him, getting his rigid member in my gob and adding spit and tongue to what he was doing with his hands. He took a hand off his dick and put one hand on the back of my head and this time I let him fuck my mouth as hard as he wanted, still a bit confused. I felt like I was stoned or concussed. A moment later I was rewarded with a salty mouthful of jizz, which I swallowed quickly to make room for another one. I could hear Gaz swearing and muttering as he bucked his hips up at me, shaking the whole bed. As soon as he'd done, I slid back up him trailing my tongue along his body, and we kissed hard and deep and long. He rolled on top of me, both of us trailing sticky come, pressed me down onto the bed as he straddled my hips. Then we broke the kiss and he rolled to the side, beside me, his arm over my chest. We lay on our backs, side by side, and let the air dry the sweat on our skins. For a while we stayed that way two sweaty hunks of meat wrapped together. I dozed a little I think, and so did he, skin cooling. Gaz snoring woke me out of my daze and I prodded him in the ribs. "Wake up you lazy fucker," I said. "We need to make a move on." He snorted and opened his eyes, looked up at me, grinned, rolled onto his side and farted wetly and noxiously against my leg. "Jesus you stink," he said conversationally. I thumped him and he laughed, rolling to sit on the edge of the bed. "You twat!" I said, outraged, and went to thump him again but he caught my hand playfully and licked the knuckles. "C'mon Rob mate, can't lounge around here all day, got a wedding to get to!" I shook my head at the unfairness of it all. He stood up and checked himself out. His arse was still slick with lube and my jizz. Our combined come was matting his leg-hair and smeared over his belly. I wasn't in a much better position, sticky with cocksnot. He surprised me by leaning over and placing a kiss on the head of my soft prick, which jumped slightly. "That was a good fuck man," he said the imp of mischief in his eyes as he grabbed his towel and headed for the bathroom. "Better get a move on or all the hot water will have gone." I sighed and followed him into the shower. * The shower started off well, albeit a little cramped, but rapidly turned into a bout of mutual masturbation, requiring another shower. The hassle of getting dried come out of our respective short hairs was comical enough, but then that in turn threatened to turn into another fuck and time was against us. Then we shaved together, sharing a sink and a mirror and talking shit about work and my family. Wonder of wonders, we actually left the hotel on time. The receptionist gave us a couple of odd looks as we checked out, and I had some difficulty concealing a satisfied smirk. We'd dressed light for the drive, and panelled it along reasonably clear roads, making good time. I caught Gaz shifting a bit in his seat on the bumpier stretches, but kept my comments to myself. Our Jack had booked out a hotel for the wedding, using the reception hall there for the actual ceremony and with rooms for family and friends in the rest of the building. It was a fairly nice gaffe, all told, with big gardens and a great view down to a lake with mountains in the background. We parked up, and Gaz busied himself unloading the car while I went to find someone I recognised. I found my mam and dad fussing in the reception area, hugged and shook hands and pecked cheeks. "How was your drive?" asked my mam. I avoided eye contact and muttered that it had been fine. "Is Gary with you?" asked my dad. I didn't detect anything in his question - his voice was entirely neutral. "Just unpacking the car," I said. My dad looked a bit flustered, which was unlike him. "Ah .. We've put you both in singles but with, y'know, a connecting door and such." He was blushing. I realised from the heat on my face that I was blushing as well. We were neither of us looking at each other. "Fuck," I thought, "I'm too old for this shit." But I guess you're always a teenager when you talk to your parents. They were trying to navigate difficult waters, and there was no point my being a prick at them. "Uh ... cool ... um." Is about all I managed. Then Gaz waltzed in, carrying the bags with his good suit wrapped in plastic hooked over one shoulder. He dropped the bags heavily next to me. He shook hands with my dad and smiled at my mam and told me I could carry my own bag and then asked if anyone could tell him where he could get changed - all without swearing, which shows what a good impression he was trying to make. The awkwardness was still there, but my parents sensibly decided to deal with it by treating Gaz as one of my friends rather than anything more complicated. Dad volunteered to show him to his room, and by the time they were at the top of the stairs they were laughing at some joke. From the expression on my dad's face, and the combination of guilt and surprise in his laugh, I guessed it was probably an off-colour joke. "Gary seems nice." said my mam. I thought of the fucking we'd been doing a few hours previously, and in the car the previous night, and wisely just nodded and said. "Yeah. Yeah he does." Long Drive North He didn't look at me, paying all his attention to his prick, but I knew he'd put that show on for me on purpose. He can be quite the showman. "So there we are, wankin' away in the front room and then you get back from the club, all grumpy cause I ditched you, and there's a bit more embarrassment, where can we put our faces, but then I dare one of the lads to find out what's under y'kilt." "Fuck off!" I drawled, reflexively. I've lived in London for a while, but I'll always be a daft Jock to Gaz. I've never worn a kilt in my life, but he still winds me up about it. I'd spent a drunken hour the previous night explaining my theory that my brother was having a "formal" wedding complete with kilts just to piss me off, and Gaz was jibing me about it. There was no ire in my reply, though, and I have to admit my mouth was dry and I was very distracted indeed by what was going on in the seat next to me. We'd played this game before, one of us starting to have a crafty wank, and the loser was the one who first drew attention to what was going on. Gaz won more often than I did, sure, because the man was immune to shame, but it was closer than he liked to admit. It had also lead to a great deal of fun on trains, at parties, in pubs and the like. He'd taken a firm grip on his prickshaft now, flexing his fingers along the underside and continuing to stir a pool of sticky mess together in the little pool formed by his crinkled foreskin as it slowly slid back over the emerging dicktip. He went on with his fantasy. "Well, y'know, once a blokes seen Big Rob nowt'll do but he's got to have it, ain't that right?" I grinned at that. I'd said it to Gaz the first time as we staggered out of the taxi back to my flat for "another beer." he'd checked me out in the pisser, and I always said that was why we ended up in bed together - well, in bed eventually, and in a lot of other places round the flat first. He still found it funny. I'd been right, though he denied it ever since. "An' once he's had a look, why it's an easy matter to get him to give it a wee kiss an' before you know it there you are on the couch with y'legs akimbo and some stranger between y'knees gettin' to know Big Rob better." He looked me in the eye again, and there was a glint of seriousness in it. "Y'gettin' the ugly one, mind mate. Fair's fair I'm doing all the work 'ere." He started to move his hand on his cock, slowly pumping it, sliding the foreskin all the way back, and taking his time. I was glancing away from the road every few seconds now. I dropped the car down a few MPH, and tried not to kill us both. "Christ mate," I said quietly. "You're gonna get us crashed or nicked." He shook his head. "Fuck off y'uptight cunt. Driving through the fuck-all-of-nowhere like this, at this time of night? We're fine." He wasn't wrong. The road was dark, but it was also mostly deserted. There wasn't a camera for miles, and I hadn't seen a cop-car all night. Gaz's elbow nudged mine as he started to take longer strokes on his dick, swollen now to its full seven-and-a-bit inches. It always reminded me of its owner, stocky and broad and well-built and with a streak of mischief a mile wide, and always getting one or both of us into trouble. "So there's you being seen to, an' here's me giving' it a bit of 'that's a great cocksucking you're doin' there bloke' an' such an' before you know it the other brother - the older one, the good-looking one - 'as said summat like 'that's not how you suck a dick, *this* is how you suck a dick', an' then there's me getting me prick kissed as well, on the other couch, an' all's well with the world." There was almost something hypnotic about his voice. His breath was catching a little, and his toss was becoming a little more serious. He slapped his dick against his belly a few times as he worked it, and as I checked it out a string of cum formed briefly between the black-and-white material and his bell end, snapping as he worked his dick back and forth. "Imagine it mate, two of us, each with our nob in the gob o' one of the two brothers, blokes who've grown up together, bout to be shown the ways of the world by us two cunts. I'll tell you what, I'll start talkin' to the bloke who's sucking us off like, an' I'll be giving it all 'you reckon your boy'll take that cock up 'is arse or you reckon he's chicken?' an' brothers being brothers I reckon he'll take me dick out 'is gob and start saying how his little bro's all mouth an' no trousers an' we'll have a laugh about it." My own trousers were getting tighter, I've got to say. The smell of Gaz's sex in the car was mixing headily with the fag smoke and the body odour and creating a dangerously potent cocktail. "Now the little cunt 'ear's this from where he's got his head jammed under y'kilt, an' he's not gonna sit still for it, an' before y'know what's what you've got y'lad on his hands an' knees, arse up, an' he's telling you t'get inside him an' you're sliding right down him an' giving me the thumbs up over his back cause you're so grateful like." "What's 'is arse like?" I asked, in spite of myself, my voice thick. Gaz paused for a moment in his wank, and then went on again a little faster. "Why mate it's tight as fuck, an' deep an' tasty, jus' like you like it. I reckon he's had cock in there before but not like yours, not like Big Rob. Tight as an oiled grommet, mate. He's well into it, pushing back like a little slut an' everything. Fuck yeah, imagine that." I did. I groaned slightly. Gaz heard the groan and started to move his hand a little faster. I started scanning the dark road ahead for a lay-by or a turnoff - any lay-by, any turnoff. "Me an' 'is brother like, we're egging y'on, telling you t'give it some welly. The brother's sat up next to me on the sofa now, got 'is 'and on my cock and on 'is own, watchin' you ream out 'is little brother, y'both well into it now, we're calling you both cunts an' splitting another beer, 's like our own private sex show, but I'm not done am I? Fuck no, Gaz 'as to get 'is, fair's fair innit? "So I bet the bloke next to me a gob full of warm piss that 'e can't take cock anywhere near as well as 'is brother can." He was working himself up now, his hand moving faster and faster and his elbow bumping me as a constant distraction. I took one hand off the wheel and grabbed his wrist, and he stopped wanking immediately, but he didn't stop talking. "So quick as a flash the bloke 'as 'is pants off an' he's sat on me lap, an' now we're both at it, both got blokes on our dicks, job's a good'un, right? But then ..." He broke off suddenly. "You wanting t'hold me hand all night, y'daft cunt? Cause if not I'd appreciate gettin' it back so I can get on with me wankin' Unless y'want to see to it for a bit?" I pulled his hand away and wrapped my own around in its place. The meat was hot under my hand, the skin smooth as silk over a solid bar of heated iron. I squeezed, moving my hand up and down for a moment, rubbing my thumb around the oozy mess on the tip. I spent a few seconds too long looking down at the winking piss-slit and nearly ran us into a ditch, swerving hard. Gaz yelped like a stuck pig. "Fucking hell you dozy cunt! That's my prick not your fuckin' gearstick!" I let go of him then, the car under control again, praying silently that there were no coppers anywhere hiding behind hedges to see it. I stuck my thumb in my mouth. It tasted so good, the tang of spunk, the hint of cigarette smoke and Lucozade in the spit, and the salty aftertaste of piss. I licked my palm before I grabbed the wheel again as Gaz, muttering about my driving and nearly "pulling Little Gaz out by the root", caressed his prick gently. I spotted a lay-by, and accelerated slightly as Gaz put both hands back on his dick. "Where were we? Ah right. Yeah. We're both fuckin' away, two blokes, not for the first time, hey mate?" He nudged me in the ribs. "But this time it's different, it's two lads who're from the same stock, y'know what I mean? I'm telling you I can't wait to fuck your one and compare their arses, mebbe you're talking 'bout tasting both their dicks to see which is better, dunno how well play it, dunno how they'll take us talkin' bout them like that. "So then I bet you I can make my brother come first, an' I know I'm onto a winner cause you're never one t'give a bloke the reacharound are you?" I growled at him but I was too distracted to care about his jibe. Once, once he had to take care of himself. Well, maybe a few times. "And so I've got the bloke turned around an' I've got my hand on his prick and I can see what might be its twin bouncing around all loose 'tween the legs of his brother while you slap your balls against 'is arse and ... careful man!" I'd swerved to a quick stop in the lay-by, slammed the hand break on, and snapped Gaz's seatbelt back fast enough that I'd nearly given his dick whiplash. It was dark in the car but I could see him turning his body towards as I leaned across, sliding one hand under his balls and pushing his shorts down further. My other hand closed over the back of his head and I dragged him in for a snog, but he fought me. He nipped at my tongue with his teeth, pushing it back into my mouth with his own, and we wrestled for a moment before he pushed me away. I snapped open my seatbelt, my belt, my trouser button and my jeans one after the other, hands shaking a little, unzipped and untucked my tee-shirt, pulling some of the buttons at the bottom of the shirt open at the same time. I lifted my arse up to let me pull jeans and boxers down onto my thighs. Gaz reached across to grab my cock but I pushed him away, leaning forward in my seat, finding his prick with one hand and licking my tongue hard across the tip, getting a proper taste of it in my mouth before sliding my lips down over the helmet and onto the shaft, twisting round to get a better grip. I felt his hand on the back of my head for a moment, not forcing just touching my neck and the backs of my ears. The steering wheel wedged against my shoulder, the musky smell of his thighs and his crotch, the darkness in the lay-by, reminded me suddenly, forcefully, of the times in my youth where a furtive suckjob in a car or round the back of some garages was what I thought sex was. This was different to those times, because I was older and knew what I was doing and I was doing it to - with - a man who knew what *he* was doing and who wasn't going to be zipping up and fucking off as soon as one or both of us had chucked their muck. It was still uncomfortable as fuck, and I considered trying to get my door open so I could angle myself round better. Gaz tried to shift up to give me better access and slipped out of my mouth, the blunt end of his dick jabbing me in the eye. I reared back. "Fuck sake you twat, what's wrong with you I go down on your dick and you try to blind me?" "Soft cunt! Gonna have a black eye for the wedding mate," Gaz guffawed, gave me a moment to see if he'd actually hurt me then pushing me back into my seat and swivelling right round, half kneeling up in his seat, crunching crisp packets as he manoeuvred himself round. "What you gonna tell 'em when they ask you how you got it?" Before I could reply his cold hand closed hard around my dick, and I let out an explosive sigh, almost a groan. He leant in and over. In the dark of the lay-by I could see the shape of his head in front of me, feel his breath on my face, feel the car shaking slightly as he wanked the pair of us into a frenzy. I tried to snog him again but he danced his head back out of my reach and started talking again, matching the jerking movement of his hands to the rhythm of his story. "So there we are, mate, picture it, there we both are, an' I'm telling your bloke how pitiful it is that his little brother is not being taken care of, while I'm squeezing 'is balls, an' I'm betting that I'll win me bet because you're not seeing to his brother's needs at all, an' your blokes trying to toss himself off with one 'and but keeps slipping forward cause you're slamming Big Rob into his arse so hard, so fuckin' hard." I was close to shooting my bolt already, grabbed the seat hard and thrust my hips up into his hand, matching his rhythm. "Jesus fucking Christ don't stop you cunt," I gasped. "There we are mate, fuckin' em both an' I'm eggin' my fella on; we've got 'em on their knees, 'an before you know it, my bloke 'as given in, he's edged forward a bit, reached across toward 'is brother's cock an' gotten 'is 'and right down where I've got mine now, you like that? He's grabbed his brother's tool for the first time ever and he's tossing him off, an' I'm buried right up in his guts an' you're inside 'is brother an' we're high-fiving it over their backs an' then one of us starts to chuck 'is muck - the big brother, after all man he's got me giving it to him two-handed ain't 'e? An' he's spraying 'is muck on my fist and the carpet and shouting his head off as he busts a nut with 'is brothers wee man in his own hand, and that just sets us all off an' there's cocksnot going all over the shop an' ... fuck man, fuck you cunt, oh yeah" His hand started to convulse on my cockshaft, and I knew he was coming. I grabbed his shoulders, hard, steadying him and feeling his muscles contracting and twitching. I could feel my balls ready to explode as well. I tried to kiss him for the third time, but even in the throes of a hard, fast orgasm he ducked away and with his hand working his cock and mine in unison he leant right forward into my lap. He slid his head down the side of the steering wheel and I felt his hot mouth slide over the head of my nob, shutting off the flow of his filth for a moment and then I felt like my groin had exploded, filling my mate's gob with thick spunk. I leant right back in my seat, smacking my knees off the steering wheel as I tried to spread my legs out in the confined space of the car. Gaz sucked me harder, one hand still milking my dick into his gob, the other still busy in his own lap. I let out an explosive breath and felt all the tension of the drive so far drain out of my body and into the hefty builder's mouth. I reached over him as he sat back slightly into his own seat to flick the overhead light on. He was flushed and catching a glance of my face in the rear-view mirror I could tell he wasn't the only one. We were both breathing heavily as if we'd just run a couple of miles. With a fair helping of my spunk sliming his stubbly chin, he still seemed to have gotten most of my load in his mouth and was swilling it round speculatively, before swallowing noisily. He grabbed another bottle of Lucozade, but I grabbed him first, getting my hand round his head firmly and pulling him back in toward me. I wanted to taste my cock from his mouth, and I wasn't going to be denied. He didn't fight me this time. I held his head in one hand, caressing the spiky hair, while my other slipped round behind him to cup his arsecheek for a moment then slid up under his Newcastle shirt to his hairy back. He opened to my tongue, no resistance, caressing my chest with one hand while supporting himself in what must be an increasingly uncomfortable position with the other. I took my time and then let him go. He shifted back into his own seat with a little smile on his face. "Soft cunt," he whispered, vulnerable for only a moment before the protective shield of his masculinity slapped back firmly into place. "Fucking hell, mate that's woken me right up!" I joked as I tossed him a handful of MacDonald's napkins from the driver-side door compartment. I grabbed some for myself. Gaz still had his pants down, and was looking at his softening dick as it seeped cocksnot onto his hairy thighs. Most of his jizz had spattered the front of his Newcastle shirt - and not for the first time - but I was briefly worried about whether there was any loose in the car. Gaz's balls can produce a frighteningly copious amount of spunk, and it's ended up in unexpected places more than once, but it looked like this time most of it had sprayed onto his belly and hand. He didn't bother with more than swiping the napkins over his chin, chucking them over his shoulder in a wadded mass onto the back seat. He offered me his fingers, and I sucked them greedily into my mouth, tonguing his spunk and our combined cocksweat off them as he tucked his prick back into his shorts. "You dirty fucker!" I said, cleaning myself off more thoroughly - though truth be told he'd already dealt with most of my spunk, just the few after-thought dribbles needed sorting out. I threw the soggy napkins out of the window as we drove off. As we got underway, we shared another fag and a couple mouthfuls of Lucozade in companionable silence before he suddenly said: "An' then we hose em both down with piss." I blinked. "What?" "The brothers. We hose 'em both down with piss. I bet the bloke a gob full of warm piss 'e couldn't take cock as well as his brother. So we hose 'em down." Too many of Gaz's flights of fancy end like this, with him hosing someone down with piss. It's not a fetish I'm especially into though I've indulged him in the past. I think he just says it by reflex these days. I laughed at him. "Daft cunt. You bet him 'e couldn't take cock, and if you've ridden 'is arse like you were saying you know damn well 'e can take' it." My own accent was coming through a little thicker I noticed. I was still a bit worked up, but feeling much more alert than I had been before Gaz started. Maybe that had been his intention - it occasionally surprises me with what a cunning twat he can be. Beneath his rough-and-ready exterior there's a sharper mind than he likes to let on. He can be sensitive when the mood takes him, though he'd call me a cunt and punch my lights out if I ever said it to him. "Well then, the three of you can hose me down with piss then for losing the bet. Yeah I can picture that right enough, you with the two brothers stood either side of you spraying me up, three cocks, two of them related and one of them a massive wanker." "Not the wanker in this car right now, mate." I shot back. He waved that away. As we settled down into easy conversation, he suddenly said: "You know I was imagining that the brother I was fuckin' was your Jack, yeah?" I sighed. "Yeah Gaz, course I do. Twat." "Yeah, you and me double-teaming that uptight brother of yours, you in his gob cause that's less weird an' me in 'is arse and we high-five over 'is back, too right!" I shook my head and turned on the radio to drown him out as he started to explain what he'd like to do to Our Jack - the groom at tomorrow's wedding - presumably culminating with him covered in spunk and piss. As we pulled back onto a motorway, I checked him over again; he was picking bits of drying come out of his stubble and licking his fingers. The front of his tee-shirt and the bulge of his shorts were both dark with drying spunk. "Mate, you look like a plasterer's radio an' I'm not turning up at the hotel with you looking' like that. We're gonna have t'get you changed." I started scanning for services or He smirked at me. "Yeah sure. Mebbe we can have a fuck in the bogs, ey?" I shook my head at him. The last time we'd done that it had got very touch-and-go indeed and I only managed to head off a call to the police by slipping the clerk fifty quid to fuck off and let us get cleaned up. Gaz thought it was hilarious. We stopped off at the first service station we passed so that Gaz could change out of his sticky shorts and tee-shirt into some trackies and an England Top he had in his bag. I bought some more fags and another bottle of Lucozade, and got a few odd looks from the manager. I followed Gaz into the toilet where he was getting sorted out in a cubicle, had a quick piss, and went to wash my hands. Long Drive North Then I noticed why the manager had been giving me funny looks and realised I'd have to go and get a clean shirt out of the car before we left. When Gaz had been caressing my chest in the aftermath of our little tussle, he'd taken the opportunity to wipe a massive handful of his cocksnot all over the front of my shirt. Dirty fucker.