Highway Hustle

by Roland Graeme

  “So you’re brothers, obviously,” he remarked.

  “Yeah,” I confirmed.

  “You could almost be twins.”

  “I’m the elder. The better-looking one,” I boasted, shamelessly.

  “Ignore him, Bruno,” Joey said. “He’s delusional. What brings you to our part of the country, big guy?”

  “I’m just driving through here, on business,” Bruno explained. “I’ve checked into that motel next door.”

  “Oh?” Archly, Joey raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t that place kind of a dump?”

  “No, it’s fine, actually,” Bruno said, in all innocence.

  “The people who run it are kind of trashy,” Joey suggested, with relish.

  “How would you know?” I asked him.

  “Well—some members of that family have a very bad reputation,” my brother dared to say, impudently.

  “You make it sound as though they’re, what? Mafiosi, or something like that?” Bruno joked.

  “Almost as bad,” Joey insisted. “Real depraved, criminal types, operating under the radar. There’s nothing I wouldn’t put past them.”

  “How exciting. Kind of a turn-on, actually. This seems, at first glance, to be such a quiet, peaceful little town! Well, I’m already checked in, so I guess one night there can’t hurt me,” Bruno said.

  The waitress came to take our order, which gave me a chance to change the subject, after she headed toward the kitchen. I made an effort to make small talk, and to keep Joey’s tendency to display his wit in check.

  Joey and I had burgers and fries. Bruno had been driving all afternoon, he told us, and he wanted something more substantial. I recommended the good old reliable pork schnitzel with noodles and mushroom gravy, from the Truckdrivers’ Specials section of the menu, and when it arrived and he tasted it, Bruno pronounced it excellent.

  “When you’re on the road,” he remarked, in between bites, “it’s always smart to try to eat where the locals eat. Then you usually can’t go wrong.”

  “That goes for a lot of other things, too,” Joey suggested. “You know—when it comes to patronizing local businesses. Having your car gassed up, or serviced. Shopping for anything else you need. It can awful lonely, being stuck in a motel room at night, can’t it? That’s when a man starts to wish he had some sort of a diversion, to get him through the night.”

  What an eloquent little slut my kid brother had become! He sure had the blarney down pat.

  “True. I’ve been in that situation, often enough! Say, I know you’re both young, but are either of you two boys married?” Bruno asked.

  “Hell, no,” Joey replied. “No ring on my finger. No ring through my nose!”

  “No girlfriends, either? I would’ve thought you’d be out with them, this late at night.”

  “No girlfriends. Jason and I don’t like to be tied down,” Jason said, which was true enough. “We prefer each other’s company—if you catch my drift. And other men’s company. We’d rather hang out with the guys. Women are a pain in the ass. Guys—they’re a lot more fun. Looser, more easygoing, you know?”

  My kid brother was getting kind of reckless, going heavy on the sexual innuendos. But Bruno, who was definitely picking up on the strong hints being directed his way, didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, he seemed titillated.

  The guy was hooked, I suspected. All we had to do was reel him in!

  But then he took the initiative, sparing us the trouble.

  Bruno glanced around, making sure that neither the waitress nor any of the other customers was within earshot. Then, leaning forward over the table toward Joey and me, he asked a familiar question.

  “Are there any gay bars near here?”

  I’d heard that question often enough from previous visitors to our isolated community. We told him that, unfortunately, there weren’t any gay bars as such—just the roadhouse, located some distance away. But then the conversation quickly became more explicit, as my brother and I mentioned some alternatives—two of whom, conveniently, were seated opposite Bruno at that very moment.

  It took less than five minutes, total, before Bruno agreed to hire both of us for sex. We didn’t haggle over the price too much. I kind of liked Bruno, and I sensed that Joey felt the same way. This was one of those hustling gigs which promised to be pleasurable, not just business. We settled on eighty bucks—forty for each of us. In addition, Bruno paid our check, as well as his own, on our way out. He left our waitress a nice tip, which suggested he might do the same for us.

  We three walked over to the motel, where Bruno let us into his room.

  “I’ve never been with two brothers before,” he admitted, looking and sounding extremely excited, but also a bit nervous.

  “We don’t do anything differently than other guys,” Joey said, cheerfully. “Except that Jason and I do it better!” he bragged.

  Obviously eager to get to work, Joey was already getting undressed. When he was nude, he made himself right at home, getting comfortable on the turned-down bed.

  With his face flushed with embarrassment, Bruno stared at the naked hustler with the huge cock, who was sprawled so arrogantly, and in such a provocative pose, across the bed.

  Joey reached down and began rubbing his cock, which immediately stirred, lengthened, and thickened.

  “What’re you waiting for, big guy?” he asked Bruno.

  Groaning faintly, Bruno walked toward the bed. The hot traveler was totally mesmerized by my exceptionally well-hung kid brother.

  “You get undressed, too,” Bruno urged me. “I want both of you guys to be naked. But Then I want you to just sit there and watch, Jason, okay? I’ll take you both on, but one at a time. I can concentrate better on what I’m doing, that way. And—I like to be watched. You can jerk off if you want to, while you watch,” he invited me, graciously. “Just don’t come. Save your jizz for me.”

  “Will do,” I promised. I began shedding my own clothes. When I was naked, I moved one of the chairs in the room to a position closer to the bed, and I seated myself in it, ready to observe the proceedings.

  “What a couple of hot bodies,” Bruno moaned, darting his eyes restlessly back and forth between Joey and me. “And such big cocks!”

  “Mine’s right here, all ready for you, man,” my brother declared. His characteristic smirk was gone, and now he seemed genuinely interested in what was about to happen. “You had your schnitzel, back there at the diner. Now give yourself a mouthful of some real meat!” he suggested, lewdly.

  “I want to—Jesus! I want to suck it. But—this whole thing is kind of sordid,” Bruno whispered.

  “Yeah, isn’t it?” Joey agreed, gleefully.

  “God help me,” Bruno lamented, “but I don’t care how disgusting this is, how nasty I am! I want to feel cheap and dirty, like all of the other guys you two studs have probably tricked with!”

  “Don’t worry, big guy,” Joey taunted him. “You’re already more than halfway there! We aren’t cheap, but dirty is our specialty.”

  Joey then glanced casually in my direction, as though soliciting my approval. I nodded at him, and flashed him a smile which was probably a bit tight—the result of my facial muscles being as tense as the rest of my body. I was already in an advanced state of erotic agitation. And, predictably, my penis was every bit as tense as the rest of me, jutting upward from my groin. I let my right hand stray down into my crotch, and I gave my dick a tentative rub. I was going to have to take things slow and pace myself, if I didn’t want to risk coming too soon while I watched Joey service our john.

  Joey sat up on the bed and kissed Bruno on the mouth—in a rather brusque, impersonal, businesslike way. At the same time, he took hold of Bruno’s hand, pulled it down to his crotch, and wrapped it around his dick. Bruno squeezed the stiff penis and ran his hand up and down its impressive full, pulsating length, several times. Joey let out a little moan of pleasure, but then he pulled away from Bruno and quickly got off the bed. He stood there for a few
seconds, letting Bruno admire him. When Bruno tried to grab hold of his dick again, Joey backed away, denying him access to his erection.

  “Please,” Bruno gasped, so faintly I barely heard him.

  Mockingly, Joey shook his head, and he backed away even farther, maneuvering himself between the foot of the bed and the chair in which I sat, giving me a close view, upfront and personal, of what happened next.

  “Come get it, fucker, if you want it so bad,” he taunted Bruno—who, shuddering, moved toward him. “No, don’t walk,” Joey said, sternly. “On your knees, big man. Get down on your hands and knees and crawl to me. Get down on your hands and knees, like a goddamn slave boy, and crawl over here, if you want my prick! That’s the only way I’m going to let you have it.”

  I didn’t think Bruno would do it. Based on our admittedly extremely brief and limited acquaintance, to me he seemed like a strong-willed stud, who wasn’t likely to be into anything even remotely kinky, and who was certainly not willing to take any abuse from a sex partner. I fully expected him to tell Joey to fuck off—and maybe even punch him in the mouth. It’d be what that cocky little whore deserved!

  But instead Bruno got down on his hands and knees, and he looked up adoringly at Joey’s cock.

  “Please,” he repeated, hoarsely. “Please let me suck it!”

  Then he started to crawl, slowly and awkwardly, because of his muscular bulk, over to where Joey’s cock was jutting out into the air, only a few inches in front of where I sat. My own cock began to twitch.

  When Bruno reached Joey, he wrapped his hand around the punk’s cock and pulled it down toward his lips. With his other hand, he reached up and caressed my kid brother’s belly, running his fingers all the way up to his chest. Joey put his hand behind Bruno’s dark head and pulled him forward until his mouth was pressed against his cock. Bruno’s mouth opened and Joey’s thick cockhead disappeared inside.

  Joey pulled Bruno’s head tighter and tighter into his groin, and more and more of his cockshaft slid into his mouth.

  “Lick it, motherfucker,” Joey urged. “Suck it, bitch. Put your hot, wet, cocksucking mouth to work on my hick dick, you big-city queer!”

  Bruno was completely turned on, in the grip of an overpowering lust. He put his hand around the base of the fuck tool which Joey was offering him, and he sucked hard on the glans. Then he pulled his mouth off the penis and licked all around the circumference of the slippery, throbbing shaft. The veins running along under the surface of that monster cock pulsed and swelled larger with their load of hot blood.

  I began to play with myself, fighting back the urge to moan out loud. I stared, intently, afraid even to blink, for fear I might miss something. I watched while Joey put his hands on Bruno’s pecs and massaged them through his shirt. Through the fabric, he pinched the man’s nipples, roughly, between his fingertips. Bruno groaned, and I echoed him when my cock leaped and jerked restlessly within my rapidly stroking fist.

  “You like that, don’t you, you bastard?” Joey snickered. But his voice was getting as hoarse as Bruno’s. He was excited, and deeply stirred by the increasingly hot, passionate blow job the bartender was giving him. “Tell me, asshole,” Joey taunted Bruno. “Tell me how much you like swinging on my cock, how much you like me torturing your fucking tits!”

  Bruno didn’t pull his mouth off the cock. He just opened it wider, to allow the garbled words of passionate admiration to come out.

  “Love sucking your cock,” he mumbled, barely coherently. “Love the way you’re working on my tits!”

  “Keep sucking,” Joey demanded. Abjectly, Bruno treated him what was obviously a first-class blow job. Gagging from time to time, the burly traveler even took Joey’s cockhead down into his throat.

  Eventually, though, Joey pulled away. He pushed Bruno’s head down between his legs.

  “My nuts—lick them.”

  Obediently, Bruno licked Joey’s fat, hairy balls. Then, one at a time, he sucked them into his mouth.

  “Pull your pants down, jack off with one hand, and finger-fuck yourself up the ass with the other,” Joey commanded. “And while you’re doing that, keep that mouth of yours busy. Lick and suck my ass. Stick your tongue up my hole.”

  Without a second’s hesitation, or any display of reluctance, Bruno obeyed. He unzipped his jeans, shoved them down to his knees, and began to masturbate. His ass was turned toward me, and I had an amazing close-up view of his big, firm, hairy butt as he reached around behind himself with his free hand, inserted his middle finger into his anus, and started feverishly manipulating himself, probing his hole—all the while rimming Joey’s ass.

  I had never seen anything like it in my life. The kid had Bruno completely in his power, and, while I masturbated myself into a frenzy, I realized that I wasn’t really the least bit surprised that our john was doing exactly what he was told to do. If anything, I envied him! I wished it was me, abjectly servicing the arrogant young male whore.

  Damn, I had to admit. Joey was good. He knew just how to read a john, how to play him and work a situation to his own advantage.

  “Keep finger-fucking yourself,” Joey insisted, taking his own dick in his hand and, twisting his butt away from Bruno’s lips and tongue, shoving his erection back inside the guy’s mouth. Bruno opened wide and swallowed about half of Joey’s shaft. Joey kept his fist closed around the lower half of his prick for a moment, feeding Bruno the fat bulbous head. But then he took his hand away, and he forced Bruno to take the rest of his cock between his lips and once again suck on the whole thing.

  Joey gripped his sex partner’s head with both hands and pushed his entire prick down Bruno’s throat. Bruno gagged, but, ignoring his discomfort, Joey started pumping.

  Suddenly, Joey threw his head back and let out a low moan, which got louder as he humped more furiously than ever. He was coming! The cocksucking stud choked and retched on the heavy load which was scalding his insides, but Joey showed him no mercy.

  “Swallow it, cunt,” Joey growled. He pumped against Bruno’s face again, groaning even more loudly. His body jerked in orgasmic spasms several times. Then he let go of Bruno’s head. Bruno pulled his mouth off the big cock, his lips smeared with fresh jism.

  Joey was already back on the bed. “Get naked,” he barked.

  Bruno stripped, and I got my first good look at his whole solidly-muscled, hairy body, naked. He joined Joey on the bed, and they kissed for a long time. This Joey, seemed to be more into the kissing, really enjoying it—unless, of course, he was, like me, a good actor. Then Joey trailed his tongue down our pickup’s throat and over his pecs. He sucked on Bruno’s nipples, and then moved down to his belly. He shoved his hand between Bruno’s buttocks and began pushing two of his fingers in and out of his asshole. Bruno groaned with pleasure—and anticipation of further anal stimulation. Joey started sucking his cock, and Bruno grunted with delight.

  Joey was certainly earning his forty bucks. There was a boy who couldn’t be accused of slacking off on the job! He licked his way down Bruno’s legs, concentrating on the inner thighs and behind the knees. He moved to Bruno’s feet and sucked on his toes. He ran his tongue across the tender insteps, and the soles. Bruno writhed and thrashed about on the bed.

  Joey was now in a kneeling position. He took Bruno’s legs and raised them. I thought he was going to fuck him, but I was wrong. Joey moved up close and planted his face in Bruno’s ass. He pushed his face into the hairy, sweaty cleft and sank his tongue deep inside. For several minutes, he screwed Bruno with his extended, stiffened tongue. Then he pulled it back out of the older man’s hole.

  He scooted up between Bruno’s legs. His cock, still jutting out hard, pressed against the man’s butt cheeks. He reached down and inserted his tool where his tongue had just been. He moved in closer, and, with one massive shove, plunged his cock deep inside the other man’s body.

  Bruno moaned in pain, but his cries quickly became expressions of intense pleasure. He wrapped his legs around his fu
cker’s waist, reached up and put his arms around his neck, and pulled himself as close to Joey as he could get. The kid humped viciously into him, never missing a stroke.

  “Fuck me!” Bruno yelled. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  Joey gladly fulfilled Bruno’s request.

  Suddenly, Bruno started coming, bathing his own belly and chest with sperm. Joey held back. As soon as Bruno had stopped shooting, Joey worked him around on the bed until he was on his belly, with his head toward me. Joey accomplished this maneuver without letting his cock slip out of Bruno’s ass. He moved to the edge of the bed and stood up on the floor. He pulled Bruno’s hips up to him until the big man was crouched on the mattress on his hands and knees. Joey held onto his hips and started fucking him again, doggy style. For fifteen or twenty minutes, my hustler baby bro banged away at our client, with steady, hard, nonstop strokes. Whimpering, Bruno masturbated while he got fucked.

  Only when Bruno began to shoot again, all over the bed, did Joey allow himself to come. When he was finished, he immediately pulled his dick out of Bruno and he flopped down on the bed. Bruno lay down beside him, looking thoroughly fucked out.

  For several minutes they just lay there, both breathing heavily. Then Bruno leaned over and pressed his lips to Joey’s. My brother allowed himself to be kissed, but now once again he didn’t really to be into it, and he didn’t reciprocate. Bruno sighed, and he raised himself on one elbow. All of a sudden, he seemed flustered, embarrassed as though he was ashamed of having surrendered so completely to the other man’s dominant lust.

  But then he glanced across the room and he saw me—sitting in the chair, playing with my cock.

  “Now you,” he said, gruffly. “Now I want to fuck around with you. Are you as hot as your brother is?”

  “Hotter,” Joey told him, airily. “But don’t take my word for it, dude. Find out for yourself! You like to be watched, huh? Okay—this time, I’ll watch, while you and Jason get it on.”

  “Damn,” a thoroughly humiliated and chagrined Bruno muttered, to himself. “I can’t believe this shit. How’d I get myself into this? Here I am, screwing around with a couple of fucking whores—!”