Diary of a Teenage Hunk 4 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary
At the Carnival
Went to the carnival out on the edge of town, by myself. Purposely dressed for attention, wore a cut-off T-shirt that showed several inches of my abs. I'm finding out it works. Also finding out that sex is everywhere for the taking. It's in the air. All you gotta do is be aware of your surroundings. I was taught that term meant for safety reasons. HA! Won two big stuffed animals shooting a rifle, gave them to a couple of young babes. Won two more stuffed animals by ringing the bell with a sledgehammer; some dude paid for it. Gave those to his girlfriend; he had to carry one of them for her they were so big. The guy didn't want to let me try it again but I shamed him into it, told him I wanted to win a teddy bear for a real little girl standing watching with her mother. Her Daddy was in Iraq. There were people standing around so he had to do it. Then I challenged him first; said I wanted two prizes if I could ring the bell with one arm. The people around us taunted him into it. I did it, one fuckin' arm. Won a big teddy bear and a big white polar bear. The little girl wanted the polar bear. I felt like a fool walking down the midway with the big teddy bear so I gave it to a college chick who was with her boyfriend.
This is where it gets weird. Ran into a guy, also about college age, who had seen me give the prizes away. He wanted to take me for a ride on the Ferris wheel. What the hell, I went. Well, the damn thing stopped when we were on the very top and he started groping me! He had it all planned. He paid the operator to stop the thing. He sucked me off on the top of the Ferris wheel. He had to swallow my load so I wouldn't shoot it all over people below. That would've been funny as hell, raining cum.
I don't know if this is any weirder but here's the next thing that happened. The college chick I gave the teddy bear to....her boy friend came up to me and PROPOSITIONED me to have sex with her. Actually, they wanted me to fuck BOTH of them. WTF! We went out to his big pickup parked out on the edge of the field and I fucked his girlfriend while he's right there in the seat with us. I got her off, I ate her pussy. She freaked. So did he, he's never done that to her. I gave her a big fuckin' "O", I fucked her eyeballs out then pulled out, they wanted me to get myself off so I jacked off and shot all over her face. Her BF got in the line of fire, on purpose. Then I fucked HIM while he fucked her. It was wild.
At The Carnival
It was Thursday. The carnival would be in town till Sunday evening. Brandon thought about calling a couple of the guys to hang out with and check out the girls on the midway but there was no great urgency to have anybody tagging along. He thought about seeing if Cindy wanted to go, but no, that would be too "last minute" for her. If he called her, to be right and proper, she wouldn't want to go till Saturday night or Sunday. Screw it. He decided to go by himself. There were times when he did that; he didn't need other guys around all the time to feed his ego.
He parked his truck on the outer edge of the field and walked toward the loud music and bright lights and sounds of the midway. He had dressed intentionally for the occasion; heavy hiking boots with sports socks pulled down, sort of bagging below his calves, a pair of well-worn and faded jeans that hugged him everywhere they touched except around his waist. He had on a dark yellow T-shirt with the bottom half cut off, revealing a good six inches and a couple of layers of his tanned, hard six-pack. He loved showing off his abs where his jeans never touched his waist. And he didn't wear a belt. He had a tight, round bubble butt that held his jeans up. And a baseball cap.
He was keenly aware of the attention he was attracting as he sauntered along the grassy midway, from varying ages, from both sexes. He stopped at the firing range booth and picked up one of the rifles from the counter. He hefted its weight and held it up to aim it.
"Three shots, one dollar," the hawker said.
He laid down a dollar and brought the rifle up to his shoulder and took aim and pulled the trigger. He had no idea where the round went, but one thing was certain, the rifle wasn't zeroed in.
"How have you got these things rigged to miss?" he asked, half jokingly.
The man did a double take, angry. "Don't question my integrity, young man."
"Just asking a simple question. I own a shotgun and two rifles, I hunt all the time, I target shoot. I took perfect aim with that gun and it veered off like the barrel is bent."
Others had gathered around, including two teenage babes in tight shorts and tiny halters who were eyeing Brandon. The man picked up another rifle and handed it to him. "They're all the same, but give this one a try, three on the house."
"And what's the prize if I get all three?" Brandon asked
"Anything on the wall for the little ladies," the man said nodding to the two girls.
Brandon glanced at the girls as he brought the rifle up, then he fired off three shots; all three hit the targets.
"That's better," he said. "I knew I was a better shot than that." He dug in his pocket and laid another dollar on the counter. "Still anything on the wall?" he asked.
"Anything you see on the wall," the man said. He wasn't liking it but he had to keep up appearances for the sake of the two girls and other onlookers.
Brandon fired three more bull's eyes. "Pick out what you want," he told the girls as he laid the gun down.
They giggled and began pointing and trying to decide which of the huge stuffed animals they wanted. Meanwhile, Brandon walked away. He heard the girls behind him.
"Oh, he didn't even give us a chance to thank him."
"Do you know him? Do you know his name?"
"No, I thought you did," the other girl said.
"Well, we have to thank him," said the other.
Brandon smiled and walked on. Several yards down the midway the two girls came rushing up to him, carrying the large stuffed animals.
"You're a very good shot with the rifle," one of them gushed.
"I hunt," he said.
"You didn't give us a chance to thank you," said the other.
"Call it a random act of kindness," said Brandon
"We didn't get your name."
"Brandon. Silverman High."
"I'm Cindy, and this is Kathy. Are you here with someone?" Cindy asked boldly.
"I'm waiting to meet someone," Brandon lied. "But hey, think of me when you cuddle up with the bears tonight," he added with a big grin. Then he gave them a playful salute and walked away. He wasn't looking for a date for the evening, but he loved being in control and playing girls along, and their adoration.
He walked on down the midway till he came upon the hammer strength test. He heard an older guy, maybe thirty, with his girlfriend or wife, say, "Look at the muscles on that guy, I'll bet he could ring the bell with no problem." Then the guy was waving him over.
"Hey, Son, I'll pay for you to see if you can ring the bell," he told Brandon.
The hawker saw Brandon coming his way and he quickly focused his attention on two smaller, less muscular teenagers who were hanging around. One of them walked up and hefted the mallet and set it back down, shaking his head.
"No way I could get that thing over my head," he said.
"It's all in the swing," the man urged him, trying to ignore Brandon. "Come on, give it a try, one swing on the house."
The boy tried it but failed miserably. The man with his girlfriend stepped up and handed the hawker two dollars. "Here, I'm paying for him," he said, motioning toward Brandon. The hawker took the money, reluctantly.
"Ring the first bell, choose any prize on the side walls. Ring the top bell, take your choice of anything you see."
"I've got two swings coming," Brandon pointed out.
"Two prizes of your choice if you ring the top bell twice. But two's the limit," he added quickly.
He hefted the mallet with one arm. It was heavy, but not that much heavier than the sledge hammer he'd been using since he was fourteen. He wrapped both hands around the handle and swung it up over his head and slammed it down hard. The ringer shot upward and slammed against the bell almost as hard.
"Geezuss!" he heard the boyfriend whisper behind him.
Brandon didn't pick out a prize right away. Instead he took another swing. The bell reverberated again and the hawker reached for the mallet, to take it away from him.
"Take your pick," he told him, setting the mallet out of reach.
Brandon turned to the girl. "He paid, you pick," he told her. Her smile was for more than appreciation for winning her choice of prizes; he saw how she was checking him out. She selected a huge brown bear and a big dolphin. Together, they were too big for her to carry and her boyfriend had to carry one of them for her. Before they moved on though, the boyfriend shook Brandon's hand, and Brandon saw how he watched his biceps.
"I gotta hand it to you, dude. How the hell did you get those arms built up like that, and those shoulders?"
"Eating everything in sight, and a lot of hard work," Brandon said, laughing. He was about to walk on when he saw a beautiful little girl of about five, holding her mother's hand, gazing longingly up at the stuffed animals. She seemed mesmerized. She melted his heart. He walked over to them and squatted down on his muscular haunches. The girl didn't flinch at his size, she just looked at him with a curious look.
"Would you like to have one of those big stuffed animals, Darlin'?" he asked.
She nodded, without saying anything.
"I told her she would have to wait till her Daddy came back to win one for her," the mother said.
"Where is your Daddy,"
"My Daddy's in Iraq."
"Since your Daddy is so brave, off fighting the war, would you let me try to win one for you?"
She looked up at her mother, already nodding.
"Your Daddy can win you another one when he comes home. He can probably win you two animals. But I would like to try to win one for you to play with and sleep with till he comes back home." Brandon looked at the mother.
"Yes, that would be fine," the woman said.
"Come with me, let's see what I can do," he said, taking the little girl's hand.
Brandon pulled two dollars out of his pocket and walked back over to the hawker.
The man held up his hand. "Two's your limit," he said. "With those arms and shoulder, you could clean me out."
"Just one more swing, for that little girl over there," Brandon pleaded, nodding towards the girl. "Her Daddy is in Iraq."
The man scowled but took the money. "Okay, one swing, one dollar," he said, taking one of the bills. He squatted down to the little girl again. "If I can ring that bell, sweetheart, which one of those animals would you like to have?"
"The big white bear," she said excitedly, looking up at it.
"I'll see what I can do. No promises, though. We may have to wait till your Daddy gets home," he said with a smile as he patted her cheek and stood up. He smiled at the mother then walked back with the mallet held loosely in one hand. A small crowd had gathered, to know what was going on. He hefted the mallet but then paused. He turned to the hawker, and said in a voice that others around him could hear, "How about double or nothing? I use one arm for two prizes."
The man had to think about it, but was urged on by the bystanders till he couldn't refuse.
"Let him try it."
"I wanta see this."
"Let him try it one handed, we'll all give it a try."
The man nodded. Brandon hefted the mallet with his right arm and looked up at the bell. Then he brought the mallet up over his head and slammed it down. The bell rang with a loud reverberation and the crowd applauded and whistled.
"She wants the white bear," Brandon told the hawker. The man took a long pole and lifted the stuffed animal off the hook and handed it to Brandon. He took it over to the little girl and stood the bear beside her. It was twice as big as she was. She was all smiles as she hugged the bear.
"That'll have to do till your Daddy gets home and he can win you a bigger one," he told the girl. He stood up to see tears in the woman's eyes.
"Thank you so much. She will treasure it."
"My pleasure, Ma'am," Brandon said as he tilted his cap politely. He turned around to pick out his second prize. "That other white bear," he said.
He walked down the midway a dozen yards or so, feeling a little foolish carrying the bear under one arm, till he came to a young couple, about college age. He was keenly aware of the girls' eyes focused on his bare abs. Their split second eye contact went unnoticed by the boyfriend, and Brandon smiled. He stepped in front of them.
"Excuse me, would you mind?" he asked, addressing them both, "I feel a little foolish carrying this thing around." He held the bear out to the girl. She looked at her boyfriend and he just shrugged.
"How'd you win it?" the man asked, eyeing Brandon's arms.
"Ringing the bell back there," Brandon said.
"You must have a girlfriend to give it to," the girl said.
"No, not really. We broke up," he said with a sad smile. She took the bear and gave Brandon a kiss on the cheek. Embarrassed, he walked on. He wasn't watching where he was going and he ran right into a young man maybe late twenties, too well dressed, Brandon thought, for a carnival midway.
"Pardon me, I wasn't watching where I was going," Brandon said, stepping aside.
"No harm done," the young man said in a cultured voice. Brandon had him pegged as college, even Ivy League, which made him wonder why he was at a carnival in the first place, much less alone. "I saw what you did with the little girl," he said. "And the girl with her date."
"Sounds like you've kept a close eye on me," Brandon joked.
"Matter of fact....." His voice trailed off as he very openly raked his eyes up and down Brandon's body. "I was just getting ready to go on the Ferris wheel. Would you care to go with me? If you're not with anyone."
"No, I'm not," Brandon said, keenly aware of the way the man was looking at him. This could lead to something, he thought.
They walked over to the Ferris wheel which had stopped. The young man paid and handed Brandon his ticket. Brandon went up the short ramp and sat in the seat. The man was talking to the operator, and Brandon saw him hand him some more money. Then he came and joined him in the seat.
"By the way, I'm Brenden," the man said, putting out his hand
"Brandon."
The man laughed. "Well, I guess that makes us cultural brothers, or something like that."
The ride was routine for several turns then the Ferris wheel stopped, with Brandon and Brenden at the very top. The seat swung back and forth.
"I hope you don't get motion sickness or sick from heights," Brenden said.
"No."
"Good, because we're going to be stuck up here for a little bit." With that he reached over and squeezed Brandon's thigh, high up in his crotch.
Brandon looked down at his hand then up at the man's face. "You paid the operator," he said.
"Twenty minutes," Brenden said. "So unless you're going to punch me out or toss me over, we'd better get started." He began unbuttoning Brandon's jeans
Brandon looked over his shoulder. The two seats behind them were empty.
"I also paid for those seats to be empty," Brenden said as he was tugging on Brandon's jeans.
Brandon lifted his butt off the seat so the guy could pull his jeans and shorts off his butt then he sat back down.
"Fuck!" the young man swore when he saw Brandon's cock. "Goddamn, I knew you would be like this, but Geezuss, not this impressive."
"Thanks. You said we've only got twenty minutes," Brandon reminded him.
"Yes, so we have." He leaned over and took Brandon's cock in his mouth.
Brandon splayed his thighs apart as wide as he could and humped up out of the seat to shove his cock into the guy's mouth. He laid his hand on the back of his head and began fucking his mouth. After a few minutes the man rose up, wiping the drool from his mouth.
"My Godd, this is good," he said. "I go to an all male college, and I've never seen one guy on campus that comes even close to you."
"Maybe I should enroll," Brandon joked.
"No kidding. Fuck, you could pay your tuition with this." Brandon laughed. "Seriously, I know plenty of guys who would line up and pay to get their hands on you."
Brandon gently pushed his head back down to his cock and the man went back down on him. A few minutes later, he eased the man's head back up to speak to him.
"Listen, when I cum, you're gonna have to stay on my cock. I cum quite a bit, and I cum hard, and if I let it just fly, it's gonna splatter on people down below."
Brenden laughed. "Godd, I would love to see that. But I don't want to waste it. Don't worry, I'll take your load."
"I just wanted to warn you, there's gonna be a lot," Brandon said. He glanced at his watch. He wasn't sure what time the man had first gone down on him but he figured they had about ten more minutes. He tried to sit still without thrusting, so as not to cause too much motion that somebody below might notice. He let the guy make all the moves, up and down on his cock with his mouth. Toward the end, he wisely gave them plenty of warning as he started trying to work up to his climax.
"Get ready, I'm getting close," he said gruffly after a couple of minutes.
The guy nodded and sucked harder. A moment later, Brandon let loose. He didn't warn the guy again, he just started cumming. He heard the guy moan and choke. "Stay on it!" he told him. He filled the guy's mouth in no time, his cock becoming engulfed in the warm, thick semen. "You'd better start swallowing it, cause I'm not done," he gasped. He felt the man swallow and felt the volume of cum in the guy's mouth diminish, but he filled the space up again with more thick semen. He kept his hand on the man's head. Finally, he was finished cumming and the man was swirling the last of the stuff around in his mouth, gulping it down.
"My Godd! Where did all that come from?" the man exclaimed, rising up. "I wanta take you back with me. Shit, I'll have my Dad pay your tuition just to have you as my roommate. Ohh, Godd, that was wonderful! Unbelievable! Thank you!"
Just then the wheel started moving again and they scrambled to get Brandon's shorts and jeans pulled up and buttoned before their chair swung into sight of the people below. The operator grinned and winked as they left the seat.
"Thanks again," Brenden said.
"I would say the pleasure was all mine, but I think you got a little out of it too," Brandon said.
Walking on down the midway--his legs were a little shaky--he came up to the younger college couple again, the girl he had given the other big white bear to. The boyfriend was carrying the bear. They both smiled when they saw him.
"It got too heavy for me to even carry," she said.
Brandon smiled back as they walked on past each other. Then a few yards down the midway, he felt a tapping on his shoulder. He stopped.
"Excuse me, but I just have to talk to you." It was the young college student.
Brandon turned to see his girlfriend standing way down the midway.
"I have no idea how to go about this, and I might get my lights punched out, but I have to do it."
"What?" Brandon asked.
"First, my name's Andy. That's my girlfriend, Susan. She knows I'm talking to you, and she knows why. In fact, she encouraged me to approach you."
"Okay," Brandon said. "But I don't know what she encouraged you to do or say, and so far you haven't said much of anything that would make me want to punch your lights out."
"She, uh...no, we...we're interested in you," the young man blurted out nervously.
"Interested......"
"Yes. In having sex."
"With me," Brandon said.
"Yes. Oh, Godd, I am so nervous. Please don't hit me. At least not out here. If you wanta hit me, I'll go with you behind one of the tents and you can hit me there."
"I'm not going to hit you," Brandon said. "Do you wanta elaborate on this having sex?"
"Oh, does that mean you'll do it?" he asked excitedly.
"Depends on what you've got in mind, if you calm down and explain that to me," Brandon said.
"My pickup is parked along the edge of that woods. It's a big extended cab, plenty of room in the front seat."
"Okay. You wanta do it right here?"
"Yes. That would be so exciting, with all these people so close."
Brandon shrugged his okay. They walked back to the guy's girlfriend. She was all smiles. The three of them walked between some tents and between rows of cars parked on the field, to a big Dodge Ram pickup. Andy opened the door and climbed in, offering his hand to help the girl in, then Brandon.
"Good, you've got tinted windows," Brandon said.
They didn't waste any time. Andy began kissing his girl, but he reached out to grope Brandon at the same time. Brandon moved closer to the girl and she joined her boyfriend in groping him. She uttered a muffled moan when she felt his crotch.
"Yeah, Susan, Babe, you're going to love this," Andy murmured to her.
Brandon took off his cap to remove his shirt then put his cap back on. Andy raised up from kissing his girl.
"Damn, I'm gonna love this. Look at those muscles!" He began unbuttoning Susan's blouse. "Let's get you out of these clothes," he said. "Why don't we just all get naked."
Brandon took that as his cue and began removing his clothes. Andy had Susan naked first, and Brandon's cock took notice. She was gorgeous anyway; she was ten times more gorgeous naked. Andy and Brandon were naked at about the same time. Brandon took due note of Andy's lean, muscular body, especially his butt. He wasn't sure exactly what was going down, but he hoped that whatever it was included Andy's tight looking ass.
"Godd, this is going to be so hot!" Andy exclaimed excitedly. "Godd, just look at this, Babe," he said as he reached for Brandon's cock.
Brandon thought Andy was more excited about having him in the truck than his girlfriend was.
"You first, though, honey," she told him.
Brandon thought at first that she meant for her boyfriend to have a go at him first, then her, but he moved away a little to give them room as Susan leaned back in the seat with her legs spread out to the sides. She meant her boyfriend to have a go at her first. She looked like a contortionist, the way she had her legs spread straight out. Andy got down on his knees on the floorboard so he was at the right height with her pussy. He aimed and entered her without ceremony or foreplay. Susan moaned and laid her head back against the seat, her eyes closed.
"I don't want to bring you to the big O," Andy told her. "I want him to do that."
"Yess! Oh, Yess! Ohh, fuck, me Andy. Get me ready for him."
The way she took her boyfriend, Brandon thought it wouldn't take much to get her ready. He watched for a short time -- twenty minutes or so -- while Andy fucked her. Several times Andy had to pull back to keep from going off, and Susan squealed with disappointment.
"Okay, I'm going to let superstud take over," Andy told her as he pulled his cock out.
They maneuvered around so Andy and Brandon traded places. Being basically a tit man when it came to girls, Brandon, when he was on his knees on the floorboard in front of her, leaned in and began sucking her tits. At the same time he rubbed and fingered her pussy and found her clit. He hadn't seen Andy do that. She gasped and moaned. He thought about eating her pussy but he didn't know if he wanted to do that after Andy had fucked her. He was about to change his mind when she groaned loudly.
"Ohh, Godd, I want you to fuck me!" she gasped. "I need your cock!"
He was quick to oblige, glad that she had interrupted his thoughts about eating her pussy. He aimed his cock and shoved in. Andy had her nice and wet and loose but he was still a tight fit, and he went in deeper. She laid back against the back of the seat like she'd been sent into shock when he impaled her.
"He goes in deep, doesn't he?" Andy was all smiles.
"Oh, My Godd, I never had anybody go so deep," she moaned.
"If I'm hurting you, just say so," Brandon told her.
"No, no, you're not hurting me. You're driving me crazy, that's all."
"I haven't done anything yet, except shove my cock in you," Brandon said.
"Your cock is doing it all by itself, just throbbing so hard," she said.
Brandon began fucking her. He started out by withdrawing only a couple of inches, fucking her with short strokes, gouging and probing deep inside her. Very gradually, he pulled out more and used longer strokes, and gradually he was using the entire length of his cock. As he did that, and had room between them, he reached down to rub her clit. It was slick and swollen. She choked down a scream. Twice she grabbed his wrist to stop him.
"I can't stand it but just a little a bit at a time," she said.
He left his hand at her pussy. "Okay, you guide my hand whenever you want me to do that," he said.
She used his hand as a stimulator, pressing his thumb against her clit when she was ready, and pushing his hand away when she couldn't take it anymore. She was working herself up.
"Are we going to do it the way we said?" Susan asked Andy between moans.
"Yes, if you're still okay with it," Andy said.
"I am, but you're the one who has to be okay with it," she said.
"I'll do it," Andy said.
Brandon looked at them, bewildered.
"We've been looking for something to fulfill a fantasy," Andy said.
"What kind of fantasy?"
His girlfriend explained. "We want Andy to be fucked at the same time he's fucking me."
"And you're both okay with it?" Brandon asked.
"Yes. You are the ideal specimen to make that fantasy come to life," Andy said.
"What about your big O?" Brandon asked her "If I give you that, are you still going to wanta be fucked again?"
"Yes, she'll want it," Andy answered for her. "You give her the first one, then I wanta see if you and I together can make her have a second one."
Brandon said, "I don't see how I'm going to have much to do with giving her another big O if I'm fucking you."
"I think you fucking me will have a great effect on how I can make her feel," he said.
Brandon gave it up; they were sounding like a couple of college people, over his education level. He focused on the task before him, and the woman he was fucking. After a few minutes, he brushed her hand aside when she started to stop from rubbing her clit.
"You're all mine," he said gruffly. "You're gonna need both hands to keep the top of your head from blowing off."
"Oh, Godd, you're going to do it," she whispered excitedly.
"Yeah, I'm gonna do it." With that he pulled his cock out. There was a soft suctioning noise, leaving her pussy gaping open. He hunkered down and buried his face in her pussy, driving his tongue way up inside her. He heard her choke on what sounded like might have been a scream.
Andy gasped, "Oh, My Godd! I've never done that to her!"
Brandon found her clit with his nose then went to work on her. He used his lips to form a suction against her pussy. He used his tongue to wash the inside of her pussy, scraping the tender walls with the soft sandpaper of his tongue. He used his nose to irritate her swollen clit, then moved up with his tongue. She choked down a scream of surprise. She clawed at the seat and finally grabbed hold of the door handle with her right hand and her boyfriend's hand with her other hand. It was nearly over in a few short minutes. He took her to the brink then quickly rose up and shoved his cock back in her. One thumb was still on her clit. At the same time he clamped his other hand over her mouth because he knew she was going to scream when he fucked her over the brink.
She did. Brandon muffled it. She began trembling – convulsing, was more like it – till the truck shook.
"Take her to the edge, then pull out if you can, and cum on her face," Andy hissed excitedly.
Brandon took himself to the edge. At the crucial second, he pulled out and rose up, hunched over in the cab, hips thrust forward and finished jacking off his load with one hand while he kept his other hand busy on her pussy. He wanted to make certain she reached her peak. Much to his surprise, Andy moved into the line of fire, with his face right next to his girlfriend's face, and he blasted them both. It was a tense moment that filled the truck cab with squealing moans and the pungent odor of cum.
When it was over, Brandon crouched over supporting himself with both hands on the back of the seat, his own legs trembling. His cock hung down a little, still streaming cum down into the woman's pubes.
"Holy Shit!" Andy gasped. "I never saw anything like that in my life."
His girlfriend moaned as she licked her lips, lapping up the cum that she could reach with her tongue. Andy leaned over and kissed her and they both groaned as they swapped Brandon's cum. Brandon moved to the side, turned around and collapsed in the other side of the seat, under the wheel, and leaned back against the door.
After a few minutes, Brandon asked Andy, "Do you still want to be fucked?"
She answered for him. "Yes. I'll get you ready." With that she leaned over and began sucking Brandon's cock. Her boyfriend joined her and they shared his cock and balls till he was standing tall and hard. Then she laid back on the seat, her head on the armrest on the opposite door. Her boyfriend got between her raised legs and entered her. He looked over his shoulder at Brandon.
"I hope you can give me another big load in my ass."
"Well, it won't be as big as the first one, but I'll bet you'll feel it," Brandon said.
"Do you have any lube for this, or do you want me to use spit?" Brandon asked as he set one knee in the seat an supported himself with his other leg on the floorboard.
"Spit will do fine," Andy said. "Just be easy going in."
"Have you ever been fucked before?"
"No."
"Geezuss, you should've had somebody a little smaller break you in," Brandon said. He spat in his hand and slicked up Andy's ass, then spat on his cock. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down between the guy's taut butt muscles.
"Go easy," Andy said again.
"You said that," Brandon said.
"Are you nervous?" Susan asked him.
"Yes."
"If it's too much, tell me," Brandon said.
"It won't be," Andy said bravely. "No matter what, it won't be."
Brandon stopped worrying about it. He set the head of his cock in the slick crack and took hold of the guy's hips. "You shove in and start fucking your girl, you won't notice it back here so much, maybe, when I go in," he said. It's not exactly the way it worked out. Andy shoved into his girlfriend and when he reared back, Brandon had his cock set in place and Andy impaled himself on it in one backward stroke.
"AWWWGHHHH! FUCKKK!" Andy cried out.
"Honey, people will hear you!" Susan said.
"Holy Fuck! I just had a baseball rammed up my ass!"
"I think you liked it, your cock feels hard as a bat," she said.
"Geezusss! Just give me a mimute...I'm seeing stars," Andy said.
Brandon held perfectly still except for his cock throbbing in Andy's ass. The tight ring was squeezing him hard, almost cutting off the blood flow.
"Damn, I wasn't ready for that," Andy said in a calmer tone. "You can fuck me now."
Brandon began fucking him. Andy began fucking Susan. Susan began fucking Andy back, and all together they made the truck rock. Brandon reached for Andy's hand and guided it to Susan's clit.
"Feel that?"
"OOOhhhhh.....Ohhh, Andy, you've never felt so big and hard."
"Yeah, I feel it," Andy said.
"Don't forget where it is," Brandon told him.