Almost There

 

Bob was the meat in a man sandwiched. One slice was Tecumseh sucking mightily on his cock, while the opposite slice consisted of & Tecumseh's hot black stud friend Garner, who's prick was alternately poking & sliding in, on & around the outskirts of Bob's butt crack ! Since leaving Kenny Wyatt's three days earlier, he & Cumseh had made their way languidly southward to Texas, stopping here & there, to rest & take in the local scene. Tecumseh seemed to have an old friend or aquaintance in  every town or city they stopped in, & those reunions, like the initial one in Illinois with Kenny, seemed all to end the same way. With the explosive, convulsive discharging of one Indian cock, one Caucasian cock, plus a third cock of varying ethnicity ! Bob  felt as if he'd had more sex with more guys in the past week than he'd had in the previous 8 years, when he'd first starting acting on his queer impulses !

 Following the Kenny visit, they'd moved on to Missouri & met up with Cumseh's pal Jason in Jefferson City. Jason Eld, a thick necked, somewhat beer bellied, 6ft tall warehouse foreman. Jason, like many supposedly straight blue collar types, possessed a greedy asshole, hungry for cock, which Bob & Tecumseh took turns tag teaming for most of their visit. It was also Bob's introduction to Double Penetration ! ( Bob had totally lost it as he felt Cumseh's pulsating dick rubbing against his own inside Jason's butthole. It was a different experience that Bob would never forget ! )  The following morning,  they drove on to Springfield, wherein resided Cumseh's old school pal Melvin Whitehawk ! ( In fact, this 'school pal', a dark, middle-aged,  melon ass'd, Native American, had been Tecumseh's former teacher, rather than schoolmate. ) Melvin, now a writer of Historical Biographies & in the middle of edits on his upcoming book, had thrown pen, paper & heels to the air upon Tecumseh's unexpected appearance at his door ! Tecumseh was not so directly involved in the action this time, mostly keeping in the background. He drove the sexual interactions of Bob & Mel from the sidelines, like a sort of Ringmaster at an Erotic Circus ! Bob was the Star Attraction in this particular Big Top Production & he performed with the greatest of sleaze ! 

   Now,  he & Cumseh were having a hastily arranged fuck session in an unused storage room on Ft. Sill Army Base outside Lawton, Oklahoma with young, hung, Black Staff Sergeant Garner Manning ! Bob was still pretty amazed at how easily he & Tecumseh had been allowed onto the military base, in the first place. He wondered how Garner & Tecumseh had initially met, since he knew Cumseh had never served in the military. ( He also wondered how Manning's afro had managed to escape Military Dress Code scrutiny ! )  Staff Sergeant Manning was, so far, the first of Tecumseh's pals who was unmarried & didn't self identify as bisexual !  "I'm Gay !", Staff Sergeant Manning had said, when they were alone in his office."The Army is my Life & my Life is the Army's ! But my cock, well, that's it's own separate entity ! Ha,Ha ! " Bob had been eager for the by now fully expected & anticipated 3-way to come, but both he & even Tecumseh himself, were taken aback when Staff Sergeant Garner Manning suggested they all go for it  "Right Here ! Right Now !" on base ! 

"Most of the Brass is away, so things are pretty quiet 'round here, at the moment ! My regular boy was discharged -honorably- about 2 weeks ago & I'm fuckin' horny !"

They'd quickly jumped into Sergeant Manning's jeep & headed to a far off corner of the base where several abandoned looking Quonset huts stood. "Gentlemen, these are our unofficial base 'fuck huts' & you two are the first civilians to gain entry ! Now, let's us three go inside & drop trousers !"

Later, Bob & Cumseh lay naked together in bed eating Chinese take away in a Tulsa motel not far from the Oral Roberts University. They had both been ravenously hungry after their recent military maneuver & there'd been almost no conversation between them since they'd cracked open the boxes of food !

"Been a heck of a trip, so far.", Bob said suddenly.

"Uh, huh.", Tecumseh nodded & grunted, his mouth full of egg noodles. Then after swallowing, " We'll be in Mudflap sometime tomorrow."

"Mudflap, at last.", Bob said distractedly. Bob put aside his last remaining box of wonton & turn onto his side facing Tecumseh."I wanna thank ya, Cumseh, for the trip & everything."

"Ain't nothin', Bob. Shit, you're doing most of the driving !"

"That's not what I mean. This..."., Bob searched for an appropriate word, but finding none, said, "  This...'Honeymoon Trip' & all the fuckings along the way... Those have been a kind'a wedding present to me from you; right ?"

Tecumseh dumped his tray of food into the waste bin, but said nothing. Bob continued, "You knew I hadn't sowed nearly as many wild oats as you before we met. And you wanted I should get all my wild oats sowed, harvested & out'a the way. Am I right ?"

"Kind'a like that; yeah.", Cumseh said quietly.

"Can't say I haven't enjoyed myself, man." Bob said, placing a hand on his man's stomach. " It's been a slow trip, but a crazy wild one ! But, Cumseh baby, if this is 'cause you're thinking I won't be satisfied with just you..." 

Tecumseh sat upright. " I ain't the insecure type, Bob, if that's what you're getting at." Tecumseh stood on both feet in bed & faced Bob. " Look ! I wanted you to have some fun. I wanted to have some fun, myself ! Aaaand, I wanted to see some old pals ! But that's all, Bob !" 

Bob, having learned something over the past few months of his relationship with his head strong Indian lover, simply nodded & said, "Alright.".

Tecumseh relaxed & lay back down on the bed. Pacified, he scooted up close to Bob, grabbed his hand & placed it back on his stomach. "So, you've had a good time, huh ?"

Bob lay his chin atop Tecumseh's head. He loved the feel of Cumseh's long, dark hair. One of the many things he found irresistable about him ! "Yeah. A good time.", Bob said & added truthfully, "Although the moments I look forward to most & always will, are when it's just you & me, babe."

Tecumseh chose not to respond. Instead, he reached over, turned off the light & proceeded to give Bob another one of those looked forward to Moments. 

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Cracks

Q-Bubba McClintock, his ball's drained & his libido mostly satiated, slid out of Doryl's freshly sperm pumped asshole and onto the floor of the Allenvale University locker room. Q-Bubba smiled & stifled a little laugh as he recalled how, 20 minutes earlier, surprised to find that he wasn't alone, he'd firmly resolved in his mind that despite the unintended Siren Call of Allenvale's Star Jock's bare butt , the situation was not going to result in Doryl's ass being plowed ! " 'Ceptin', I must'a fergot to tell muh willy-bone !", he thought to himself ! " T'ain't my fault, though. I s'pects they ain't a cock in denim nor slacks can resist stirrin' up some mischief in that big ol' bootie hole of his'n !" Had he said the words out loud, they might've come across as insulting, but Q-Bubba indeed meant them as the sincerest compliment !
  Q-Bubba knew he needed to get moving. Aside from the risk of getting caught in the very definition of a compromising position ( Allenvale U. might be the  Progressive Institution in this part of  Texas, but even they frowned on students and/or faculty blatantly fucking on campus ! ), he had lots to do before his date with Bjorn that evening ! His & BJ's skate date in Denton had gone so well, that they'd made plans to do it again the following Saturday, but before then he had to drive over to his Uncle's in Mudflap. He'd been told about the upcoming arrival of KC's old pal Tecumseh that morning by phone. "Not sure how long he's planning on staying, but we thought we'd set him up in your old room, if that's okay with you.", EuEarl had said. Living on campus, Q-Bubba was more than okay with it. He also determined to buy & install a new pane of glass to replace the current one, cracked in 3 places & held together by duck tape, the next day. It was, Q-Bubba felt,  the least he could do, since he was directly responsible for introducing those 3 cracks into that window in the first place.
   One early Monday morning, seven months earlier, he had been on his way home from a 4 day weekend in Houston & had come across a hitchhiker thumbing for a lift & holding a sign that read 'Hunters Hollow, KY'.  The weekend, while fun, had been sexually something of a bust for Q-bubba & this hitchhiker, a slender, long dark hair'd, bearded fellow, was stretching the limits of the seat of a pair of  the tightest tie-dyed jeans Q-Bubba felt he'd ever seen. And so, foolhardy as it was, he'd instantly pulled over & offered the guy, who wasn't much older than Q-Bubba himself, a ride. The hitchhiker, a musician named Raymond, smelled of  heat & sweat , as one would after walking for who knows how long under a Texas Sun in early September, but once seated inside Q-Bubba's massive Polara, an up close view revealed that the promise of those exquisitely eye-popping, taunt, jiggling buttocks, hinted at from yards away, would not be reneged upon  ! They'd not gone very far in conversation or miles before it was mutually agreed that they should make a quick rest stop ! After that, having wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, Q-Bubba would have willingly driven his new friend all the way to Kentucky backward, had he asked ! Instead, he took the next detour that would head him in the direction of his uncle's home in Mudflap County. Both uncles would be at work, so why pay for the cost of a motel room when his old room was waiting there for him & free?
    It was about half past 11:00am when he & Ray drove up. They'd stopped twice more on the way. Once so that Ray could partake of a reciprocal 'rest stop', then again for a brief, yet intense, makeout session behind a K Mart ! Sending up a cloud of  red dust, Q-Bubba schreeched to a halt in his uncle's driveway ! Both he & Ray were so horned up by this point, that they could easily have crashed the door in, had it not been locked ! It was then that Q-Bubba remembered that he'd left his house key in his dorm room the preceding Friday ! A quick trip to the rear door proved equally un-assailable. That's when he got the idea of crawling through the window of his old bedroom, which he always kept unlatched, as he'd done hundreds of times over the years . Of course, in years past, he hadn't been in nearly a boned up hurry as he, at the time,  found himself to be. And in his haste to get inside & into Ray's tie-dye clad love buns, Q-Bubba had completely forgotten about the wobbly front left leg of the dresser that stood beneath his window. Although there was no risk of collapse, the forgotten wobble had caused him to lose his grip temporarily on the dresser & pitch forward ! This resulted in his legs wildly flailing up & about erractically, which in turn lead to his right boot heel connecting heavily against the window glass. While the glass didn't shatter,  2 long cracks, one of which would later spawn a third, grew prodigiously across the expanse of the pane !
    To his credit, KC & EuEarl's nephew Q-Bubba did leave a note of confession for his uncles, made lighter by the omission of  one or two irrelevant details, as he saw them. But later, on visits home, he would feel a twinge of guilt looking at those 3 cracks in the window. It had always been his intention to replace it & out of his own pocket, too, but for all those guilty twinges, Q-Bubba could never quite muster up enough guilt fed initiative to actually put aside both money & time to do so. And he could never honestly guilt himself into action by saying that his 3 hour flip/flop fuck'n'suck with Ray hadn't been worth the cost of a broken window glass or the gasoline for the subsequent trip as far north as Oklahoma City !  It had been !
( Even KC had been prompted to say to EuEarl, as they both stood in the room surveying the damage, that, "By the whiff 'a things, whoever it was must'a been a smashin' piece'a hot ass !" )
Now, however, with a guest on the horizon & a long ago developed sense of love & duty towards his uncles, Q-Bubba had determined to finally make good on his responsibility this very day !
   With both hands, Q-Bubba playfully paddled a still dazed, but willingly abused, Doryl on his cushiony meat bongos, then stood up ! "Gotta go, son ! Sweet ride ! Thanks !" , and with a wink & a smile, Q-Bubba grabbed a clean towel & sprinted towards the showers !
    Doryl Smutney-Medvedik, left alone in his stickiness, propped himself up by the elbows onto the bench, laid the left side of his face against it's cool surface, then let out a long, & heartbreakingly pathetic, sigh....
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