Highway Hustle
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“You’ll get over it, big man,” Joey promised him. “After all, think of the alternate. You could be lying here in this bed, all by yourself, looking at some crap on cable TV, and jacking off. Instead, you’ve got both of us to entertain you. And I haven’t heard any complaints from you, so far!”
“Shit!” Bruno fumed.
Joey was getting a little too mouthy, running the risk that Bruno might start finding his smart-ass punk attitude annoying, rather than arousing. And it wasn’t the first time I’d had to deal with a john who seemed to be having second thoughts about the deal he’d negotiated, once he’d shot his load and he’d had a chance to return to his senses. It was usually the married or closeted guys, or both, or those who were still new to gay life, who indulged in these postcoital guilt trips. As a conscientious whore—and yeah, I know that must sound like a contradiction in terms!—it was my job to talk him down and try to restore the freewheeling, party mood.
“I really got off on watching you with Joey,” I purred, in my most seductive tone of voice. “You’re a real stud, Bruno. Can’t wait to start making you feel good, myself. Why don’t Joey and I switch places, and then you can have this?” I still had my stiff dick in my fist, and I massaged it lightly and teasingly, while I bent my shaft, aiming my exposed glans at Bruno, offering it to the guy for his inspection and approval.
He gaped at me, lustfully. I seemed to have succeeded in improving his mood. Suddenly, Bruno looked as hot, as horny, as ready for action, as though he hadn’t just been romping with Joey, but rather had been denied sex for some time, and was in the grip of a fierce, nagging frustration.
Joey now had enough sense to keep his mouth shut. He got off the bed. I rose, and Joey and I changed places. He settled down in the chair, while I joined Bruno on the bed, taking him in my arms, hugging him, falling on top of him. He returned my embrace. He took me in his arms and pressed his hot, sweaty body against mine. He let me kiss him, and to my delight, he kissed back passionately—even more passionately than he had just done with Joey—sucking on my tongue while he spread his thighs, raised them, and threw them up over my shoulders with great agility.
“I don’t think I can get it up again so soon,” he whispered. “You’re going to have to screw me.” He was already reaching down to guide the head of my cock between his ass cheeks. “Ram it in me, stud,” he grunted. “I’m still hot from the fuck your big-dicked kid brother just threw into me. Christ, did he ever ream me out! But that just made me want more. More cock! More cock in my ass! Give it to me. Fuck me Fuck my ass! Fuck me, and fuck me hard!”
I was only too happy to fuck his butch ass!
My cock sank into the depths of Bruno’s tight, sweaty ass. Sitting there, masturbating, while I observed him and Joey, had gotten me terribly worked up. And as a result, now I lost all self-control. I screwed Bruno like a demon, with no concern for his pleasure, no concern that I might be hurting him. All I cared about was my own lust. But Bruno didn’t seem to mind. He took it all, without complaint. He humped his butt up against his crotch, flexed his sphincter muscle, and he gave my cock the ride of its life.
Admittedly, his anal ordeal wasn’t a prolonged one. I didn’t possess anything like the awesome stamina which Joey had displayed while he was pounding Bruno’s ass.
We were both panting like dogs, dripping sweat, our hearts pounding against each other’s chests, when I finally exploded inside him. I filled his asshole with thick, frothy jism until I had no more to give him. We collapsed beside each other on the bed, exhausted.
But Joey had been jerking himself, the whole time he was watching us. Now he sprang out of the chair and joined us on the bed.
“Suck my ass, man,” he ordered Bruno, as he reseated himself, on the guy’s face. “Yeah—that’s right—stick your tongue up in there. Work it around. Clean out that hole!”
Bruno, apparently, now decided that he didn’t mind having sex with both of us at once, after all. Slurping away between Joey’s buttocks, he groped blindly for my hand, found it, and guided it between his own ass cheeks. I finger-fucked his ass while he rimmed my brother. One by one, I inserted a total of four fingers into his hole, using my thumb to tickle his balls.
Grunting, not stopping his ass licking for a moment, Bruno raised his legs and rested them on my shoulders. His anus convulsed around my probing fingers.
Joey correctly interpreted what Bruno’s body language was trying to convey. “Fuck him, Jason,” Joey urged me. “He wants you to fuck him again.”
Another grunt, eager-sounding, was all the confirmation I needed. Withdrawing my fingers, I replaced them with my cock. I fucked Bruno while Joey rode his face. My dick pounded in and out of our john’s ass while his tongue swabbed the interior of my brother’s butthole.
After all three of us experienced yet another ejaculation, we finally had to call it quits. Even our overheated libidos were satisfied, for the time being. Money, I’d discovered, can be a reliable aphrodisiac. But no amount of cash, I would sure, would’ve been able to revive my limp dick just then. My moneymaker was in dire need of rest and recuperation.
Meanwhile, though, it had earned me my fee—just as Joey’s sturdy young cock had earned him his.
“So—was that worth the eighty bucks?” Joey’s question was a rhetorical one, and appropriately so. There could be only one answer.
“Hell, yes. And then some!” Bruno reached for his wallet, and he gave us not only the eighty dollars he owed us, but an additional twenty for each of us. “Talk about money well spent!” our john declared. “This was the best time I’ve had in a long while.”
“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” I said, politely. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you. Hasn’t it, Joey?” I coached my brother.
“Yeah, you bet,” he agreed.
I’d seen a live sex show that had been as good as anything in professional porn, and I’d gotten laid, quite spectacularly, myself. Better yet, I’d been paid for it! Life was good.
“Give me a number so I can reach you guys,” Bruno said. “The next time I come through this way, I definitely want to get together with you men again.”
We’d found ourselves another regular customer. One of many.
After that, although Joey and I did work separately, we also marketed ourselves as a package deal—a team. Threesomes became our speciality, and they were quite profitable.
Should you ever find yourself driving through our part of the country on the interstate, and you see, up ahead, a certain exit with a sign indicating that, by getting onto the off ramp, you can obtain GAS, FOOD, and LODGING—well, keep in mind, weary traveler, that you can find SEX there, as well.
All the sex you want. For a price!
The End
Also by Roland Graeme
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The Blue Cat
You’re So Unromantic [in three parts]
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The Prologue to His Sleep
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To be Read in Bed: Sexy Stories for Men
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