New Boy in town
by Sean M.

     It's typical Spring weather.  Clear blue skies, cool breeze blowing, lots
of pollen in the air, and shirtless guys out washing their cars.  I'm riding 
around with Dale in his '92 Mustang GT, listening to Nirvana.  The sun is 
directly above us as we cruise across the long bridge, heading towards Gulf 
Breeze.  

     Our shirts have been off since around 11:30, when we both washed his car
to get it looking good before we went riding around.  Dale's shoulders were
pink from the first time back in the sun, this year.  I could see that I too
had gotten a little bit of sun.   We both had our shades on and the air felt
great.  This was the first warm day this year and we were taking full 
advantage of it.  

     As we pass the toll booth, we begin riding along side of this Mazda 
Miata.  There are two girls in it and their not bad looking at all.  They keep
looking over at us and smiling.  I say, without moving my lips, "Hey sluts,
yeah, we're fine, but unless you got dicks, fuck off".  Dale laughs and begins
to accelerate and go on past them.  

     We make it to the strip and the landscape is beginning to show signs of
new life.  There are tons of cars and families covering the parking lot.  We
see the first hint of flesh lining the beach.  "Dick was now back in season".
And we were prepared to go hunting.  

     We passed a local arcade room that is inhabited by the usual crowd of
prepubescent boys in their bathing suits.  They're getting better looking at
a much younger age nowadays.  Not to mention, developing at a much better rate
as well.  We see this one group of kids hangin' out in the parking lot.  
They're all shirtless and I would've given up anything I owned to get a hold
of one of them.  As we passed by, they stared.  I doubt they were interested
in us...it was more like Dale's car.  We drove down towards Fort Pickens,
noticing that the crowd of beach goers was thinning out.  We passed a young
guy walking along the side of the road.  Dale geared down as we passed him.
We were going slow enough now to where we could see what he looked like.  From
the rearview mirror, he was an identical twin to Keanu Reeves.  We both took
a double take to make sure it wasn't.  But then again, what would Keanu Reeves
be doing in Pensacola?  Dale drove down about a half a mile before turning 
around.  On our way back, this Keanu look-a-like began walking into the middle
of the street.  As we approached, it was as if he was playing chicken with 
Dale's car.   

     He was wearing cut off fatigues and had his shirt tucked neatly away in
the back of his shorts.  It draped down across his ass, partially covering up 
one of the best looking asses I've ever seen.  He had dark brown hair that was
out of control and had about five days worth of stubble.    

     We drove up to him as he waved his hands, trying to get us to pull over 
and stop.  He stood in the middle of the road and we rode up next to him.  
Dale leaned over to the window and began to speak.  "Where ya goin?"  
This guy said, "Nowhere,  where y'all goin'?".   Dale looked over at me and 
turned back to this fine specimen of a guy and said, "Just cruisin', nowhere
in particular.  Wanna ride?"  This Keanu duplicate smiled and reached for the
door handle.  "I ain't got nuttin' else to do", he said as he stepped inside, 
crawling into the back seat.   As he relaxed in the seat, he pulled his shirt
out of the back of his shorts and threw it next to him. "What's y'alls name?"
I spoke for the both of us, "I'm Sean... and this is Dale".  Keanu grabbed his
crotch and repositioned it to a more comfortable position, then rested his 
elbows on the tops of our seatbacks, "I'm Drake, thanks for the ride".  He 
smelled of sweat which I like, and looked as though someone had sprayed him
with a light mist of suntan oil.

     Drake was better looking up close than far away.  He seemed to be in his
early to mid twenties and had the darkest deep brown eyes.  I turned in my 
seat as we talked.

     "You guys live around here?", Drake said, reaching to scratch his sweaty
pec with his thumb.

     Dale reached up to reposition the rearview mirror to get a better view
said, "yeah, where you from?"

     "All over the place.  My old man's in the Navy, so we've just about lived
everywhere that has a base.  We just moved here about a year or two ago".  

     I refrained from making any comment about him wanting to live at the base
of my dick.  I instead asked, "So where do you want to go?"

     "Y'all know where we can find some pussy?"  Drake said, reaching back 
down to reposition his crotch.  I felt my heart leap into my stomach.  "Nah, 
the girls around here are stuck up". I said.

     "So I guess y'all just sit around and jack each other off".  Dale and I
both blushed and I was prayed that Drake wasn't psychic.  Dale was never one 
to blatantly say what was true...especially about the stuff we'd done.  

     "What's wrong with us jerking each other off?"  Dale said, as I turned 
back and faced the front of the car in disbelief of what I was hearing.
                                     
     I just knew we were about to get killed by this guy.  He was straighter
than straight and I couldn't believe that Dale had even made a comment like 
that.  I had begun to sweat bullets now and was trying to cut my eyes over to
Dale to tell him to shut up.  As I nonchalantly looked over, I noticed that 
Dale was peering into his rearview mirror and smiling.  I wanted to look back
at Drake to see if he could see Dale.  As I was about to face forward again,
I saw Dale wink at Drake in the mirror, then shake his head.

     Something was up.  There was definitely something strange going on 
between Dale and Drake.  My mind began wandering.  Trying to figure out what
these two "strangers" were up to.  "Were they strangers?", I thought.  I began
to experiment.

     I quickly turned back around, put my arm over the seat and faced Drake 
and Dale.  I was eye to eye with Drake and his face was red.  He looked like
he was trying to keep from smiling and was looking out the driver's side 
window.  I just kept on staring, trying to make him as uncomfortable as 
possible.  I had this feeling that these two knew each other and that this was
some sort of a game they'd planned.  There were too many clues:

     1. I had seen a car on the side of the road not far from where we picked 
        him up.   
     2. Dale was not the type person to pick up a hitchhiker from the side of 
        the road.  
     3. It seems as though I remember Dale mentioning a friend named Drake 
        before.  

     Dale then asked, "So, how old are you?", as he reached down to change 
radio stations.  

     Drake looked up and said, "Who...Me?"  

     "Yeah".  Dale replied.

     "I'm twenty two. How old are y'all?"  

     Dale quickly said his age and then looked at me.  "I'm 40", I said, as 
sarcastic as possible.  Dale turned his head towards me and started laughing.
"Shit", I thought, "I'd given him something to laugh at".  Now they were going 
to be able to keep their cool if there WAS something going on.  

     We went a couple of miles more and there was a lot of small talk.  It was
funny because we would always end back up to the topic of sex.  I began to say
things that were totally out of the blue.  Like asking Drake, "You like the
taste of cum?"  Drake would be speechless and Dale would burst out laughing.

     At one point, I turned and looked down at Drakes crotch.  He'd unbuttoned
the top button of his cut-off fatigues.  The long tight bulge that ran up to  
his pocket looked huge.  I'd seen through their game and was bold enough to
keep staring... playing my own little game with Drake.  I kept the expression 
of sheer lust on my face until I could tell he saw me.  When he did, he began
to run his left thumb slowly down it's length.  

     Drake was now toying with me.  He kept his eyes on Dale in the rearview
mirror and cautiously began to slide his zipper down, exposing his gray 
jockeys.  There were dark splotches in various places on his bulge.  I 
couldn't tell if it was from precum or sweat.  I guess it really didn't matter
at this point.  I continued the small talk while Drake gave me a show.  He'd
flex his dick and make it jump up and down inside his briefs.  I could see
every contour of his muscular pole through the thin cotton lining right before 
his slipped four fingers into the leg band and revealed his long beautiful 
erection.  The sun reflected off of the tight shiney skin making it look 
almost ceramic.  The head of his dick was perfectly shaped...almost like big
ripe plum.  It was about the same color too.

     Dale was now talking about wanting to get laid.  Drake was privately 
giving me a jack off show and I was about to explode from watching.  Dale 
suddenly became silent, right in the middle of a sentence.  I turned to see 
what the interruption was.  Dale was staring right at me.  As I blushed and 
faced back towards the front, he turned just in time to see Drake's cock-head 
darting back into it's dark hairy nest.  

     "You fucker!", Dale said, looking sternly at Drake as he pulled off to 
the side of the road.  "I can't believe you did that".  

     I was smiling.  Their little plan had soured and I was enjoying every
minute of it.  "I couldn't help it", Drake said defensively.  "He's cuter than
you described".  I didn't know whether to be flattered that Drake had said 
that.  Or hurt that Dale had apparently played down my looks.  I came to 
Drake's rescue.  

     "I could see right through y'all.  I'm not stupid.  Drake's had a hardon
ever since he got in the car".  Dale shook his head and smiled.  

     "Sean, this is one of my best friend's, Drake.  Drake...Sean".  

     "You've mentioned Drake's name before".  I said, looking over at Dale.  I
guess you think I'm an idiot or something.  And besides, you aren't the type
to pick some stranger up from the side of the road, ARE YOU".  I stressed the
last two words with finger stabs into Dale's ribs causing him to twist his 
body out of the way.

     We continued to drive around for the rest of the afternoon.  Dale and
Drake told me about their recent accident that involved learning about each
other's sexuality.  Turns out, Dale had gone over to Drake's house one day and
his mom let him into the house and told him to go on back to Drake's room.   
Dale walked down the hallway and opened his door.  Drake was laying on the 
floor with his back to the door, watching a solo jack-off video.  He was 
wearing headphones that were plugged into the stereo.  Dale said he stood 
there watching as Drake "beat his meat" to some young blonde guy on the t.v.
The longer he watched Drake, the hornier he got.  He said he'd began to think,
"If Drake's beatin' off to another dude beatin' off...Then Drake wouldn't 
mind if he did it watchin' me.  So I locked the door behind me and went to sit
down next to him.  I never made eye contact with Drake.  Instead, as I was 
getting down on the floor, I was constantly beatin' my meat.  When Drake first
saw me he about broke his neck trying to hide himself.  I scared the shit out
of him.  He jumped up and threw the headphones to the floor and tried to cover 
himself.  I paid no attention and kept jacking off.  Drake finally sat down 
beside me and eventually started pumping his fist again.  We put the head-
phones up to our ears to hear the little bit of moaning that was going on in 
the video.  That was a damn good video".  

     Throughout this whole conversation, Drake would butt in and tell his side
of the story.  There wasn't much difference in the two.  Dale went on to say,
"So both of our dicks are hard as bricks now and the scene in the video is
almost over.  Just as the boy in the video started to cum, both of us shot off
gallons onto our stomach's.  We laid there covered in cum and talked.  We 
asked each other if we'd ever gotten with a guy.  Drake hadn't and so I told
him I hadn't either.  Later I told him about you.  We finally wound up in a 
69 and I gave Drake a blow job that lasted all of 2 minutes.  We've been 
better friends ever since".

     We all rode around till dark and then went to get something to eat.  It
was around 8:30 when we wound up at the beach.  It was far down the island, 
away from civilization.  We'd pitched in some money and Drake had bought three 
bottles of Boones Farm.  By the time we'd gotten to the beach and found a 
place to sit our bottles were almost empty.  We laughed and giggled as we made 
jokes and grabbed each other playfully.  Dale was the most ticklish.  He was 
screaming as Drake and I teamed up on him.  Dale's only defense was to grab at 
our crotches.  Drake and I both had gotten hard ons from the rough play and 
so when Dale reached for us...he got a handfull.  "Y'all got boners!!", Dale 
yelled in between grabbing and laughing.  My dick got harder from each squeeze 
and when I saw Dale's hand disappear into Drake's leg of his shorts.  I could 
see Dale's hand working overtime beneath the dark green fabric of Drake's cut 
off fatigues.  He had a firm hold on Drake's meat and Drake was loving every 
minute of it.  Drake started to press his slender dark body into Dale's hand.
By now, our tickling had stopped and both Drake and I were enjoying the work
of Dale's fingers.  Simultaneously, Dale flopped both of our dicks out of the
leg of our shorts.  All three of us moved in at the same time and met.  There
was like this centrifugal force that pulled our cocks towards Dale's mouth. 
Within seconds, the heads of our dicks had vanished into Dale's soft smooth
lips.  The combination of Dale's suction and the friction of Drake's nice
thick rod against mine sent me into oblivion.  Drake and I were taking turns 
pushing into Dale's throat.  I'd take a stab.  Then Drake would take one.  

     This went on for some time and Dale had removed his shorts and was 
jacking off with his dick sticking out the side of his underwear.  I let Drake
have possesion of Dale's mouth as I knelt down to suck on Dale's throbbing hot
dick.  It tasted salty.  I didn't know if it was from him sweating or from the 
salty air.  I didn't care.  It tasted great.  I was jacking off and watching
to see Drake's dick sliding into Dale's mouth.  Everything was perfect.

     We kept this position for several minutes, then changed.  Drake moved
down to suck my dick and let me suck on his.  Dale stood up and started 
jacking off above us.  Drake had a great mouth.  He was giving it all he had.  
He would twist his head in different positions creating a new sensation each 
time.  I could taste Drake's precum as it oozed out of his slit.  I sucked it 
as hard as I could in an attempt to drain it dry.  I was doing everything 
possible to get Drake to shoot his wad down my throat.  My tongue was doing
about a hundred R.P.M's aroung the head of his dick.  I knew I was close to 
bringing him off when I saw the muscles in his leg flex.  Plus the low pitched
moan kinda tipped me off too.  

     I wanted to give him two weeks worth of cum.  It had been about that long
since I last got off and I was ready.  I reaced up and began tweaking his 
nipples, then he pinched mine.  Out of the blue, we began to hear Dale 
groaning, "Oh Shit guys... I'm.....gonna...cummm!!!!"  With that remark, Dale 
began pouring his nut down onto Drake's face.  Mid ways through his orgasm he
pivoted and rained his thick sauce down onto my face, coating my cheek and 
Drake's hot piston.  Drake let out a muffled cry and I felt the free space in 
my mouth decreasing and being replaced with his hot, salty jism.  Before he 
was through, I started ejaculating and filling his throat with my salty seed.  
I could feel him increasing his suction and draining my balls.  I was emptying
quick.  Drake propped himself up on his elbow.  His cheeks were ballooned out
from my load inside his mouth.  He acted as if he wanted to spit.  But getting
up and spitting it into the sand was apparently too much of a chore.  He 
closed his eyes and tilted his head back.  His adams apple danced as my seed
trickled down into his throat.

     We all laid on the beach till the sun came up.  Actually, we all fell 
asleep.