Date: Tue, 9 Sep 2003 16:50:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: mycandlelight_dreams <mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roadside Hero

THE NORMAL BORING DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION, and just one of my
fantasies.  Any similarity to real persons is purely coincidental.
Further, this story contains sexually explicit information between
consenting gay adults.  If this type of material offends you, do NOT read
further.

However, if you like these kinds of stories, then read on and ENJOY!

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CHAPTER 1

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I had looked forward to this vacation for months.  Four weeks of rest,
relaxation, and miles from anyone I knew.  I was finally on my way to 'see
the world!'  Or, at least the lower eastern part of the United States.

I was all packed up in my rented A-Class motor home and was on the road.
It wasn't until the 'third leg' of my trip, that I discovered I knew
absolutely nothing about vehicle maintenance...

"Sput...sput...sputter..."  The engine whined and coughed before dying out.

I was in the middle of nowhere, or what I thought was nowhere.  As I pulled
the large boxy RV over to the side of the I-75 freeway, I noticed the
friendly road sign, declaring that I had now entered the town limits of
Calhoun, Georgia.

The RV rolled to a stop, and although I gave the engine several good turns
of the starter, she was dead.

"Well, ain't this just great?" I yelled out.

The midday sun began to warm the white metal of my rented transportation to
a smoldering 90 degrees.  Isn't it amazing how fast vehicles heat up when
the air conditioner quits?

I hopped out of the driver's seat, opened the side door, only to be greeted
by a rush of even warmer air.  The automatic step slid out, groaning in a
manner that felt much like my own mood.  I stepped down and walked to the
back of the RV.

Not another car for miles.  The freeway, both ways, was as empty as the dry
creek beds that lie just beyond me.  I kicked the tire out of frustration.
I opened the rear compartment, expecting to see smoke or at least an
engine.  But alas, it was an empty cargo hold.  I even looked a second
time, not believing my eyes that there was no engine.

It was then that my worst fear had come true.  Not only was I a novice at
engine repair, I couldn't find the engine to begin with.

I stepped back into the motor home, and slumped into the driver's seat.  I
smelled something.  At first, it was quite faint, but it seemed to be
getting stronger.

The memory of burning rubber bands with matches, just to watch them break,
suddenly came back to me.

I inched toward the dash board to the slightly raised center section.

I began to laugh.  "The engine's in the front, Stupid!"

My laugh didn't last long, as I saw a thin line of white smoke float
upward, and then just as quickly disappear.

I hopped out of my seat again, and once outside, moved to the front of the
white RV.  Finding a latch, I lifted the hood, and the same nasty burned
rubber aroma hit my nostrils.  I backed up a bit and gasped breath through
my mouth, hoping to make the aroma disappear.

I left the hood open, hoping the engine would cool and restart for me.  I
figured that while I waited, I'd use my cell phone and call one of those
towing companies for help.  And, while I waited, I'd enjoy a late lunch.
After all, what's the point of having a house on wheels, if you aren't
willing to eat in it?

I jumped into the RV, slamming the door behind me.  I heard the automatic
step groan it's way back into place, and scrambled through my belongings
for my cell phone.

"Ah ha!  There you are, you little bastard!" I exclaimed, grasping the cell
phone in hand.

I hit the power button...nothing.  I held the button down, and after what
seemed like a minute, a faint flashing battery sign appeared, then just as
quickly flashed out.

"Ohhhh, aren't you the smart one!  Dead battery.  Of course!"  I threw the
phone back into the pile of clothes and slumped down onto one of the
'kitchen seats.'

'Grumble, grumble, gurgle,' my stomach uttered.

"Okay, okay.  Can't do anything else anyway."  I got up and searched
through the mini refrigerator for lunch fixings.  I also found the first of
a nice six pack of long neck Corona's I had brought along for the trip.

I cracked open the beer, and it's coolness brought instant relief to my
parched throat.

"Ahhh!  That's better!" I said, before taking another swig of the beer.

In almost no time, I was seated at the table, finishing a late lunch, and
already feeling a little better, although still stranded.

I was crumbling the paper napkin as the flashing yellow lights from the
rear window caught the corner of my eye.  I smiled to myself.  "Good
timing!"

I opened the side door in time to see the large tow truck grind to a stop
at the rear corner, kicking up a dust cloud.  I heard the truck door slam
and footsteps as my would-be-hero approached me.

As he rounded the corner, my jaw almost smashed the ground.  He was
something cut directly out of one of those young man gay magazines.  Short,
dark hair, narrow but clean shaven face, gorgeous green eyes, broad
shoulders and strong arms on his shirtless frame.  The tattered blue
overalls he was wearing left almost nothing of his naked chest to the
imagination, and I had to catch myself from tripping over my own chin.  He
was a damn sight better than anything this 30-year-old had seen on this
trip.

"Trouble?" he uttered in a southern drawl that made my knees queasy.  I was
certain this chiseled God was no more than 19, 20 years old tops.

Doing the best I could to compose myself, I finally uttered, "Um, yeah.
Damn thing just died.  No warning or anything.  I tried restarting it, but
no luck."

He stepped closer and then stopped.

I realized I was blocking his path.  "Oh...he he, sorry."  I moved aside to
let him pass, but paid special attention to the loose openings on the sides
of his overalls.

He moved the front of the RV, leaned into the open hood, took a deep breath
and smiled, as though he knew instantly what was wrong.

Of course, I was his new shadow, almost bumping him.

"I'll have to open 'yer engine," he said, backing from the hood.

I looked at him, kind of puzzled.

"Inside," he said, pointing at the window.

"Oh.  Yes, of course." I said, leading the way inside the RV.

Once inside, he moved to the dash and kneeled down on the floor, looking at
both sides of the raised center section.

I moved in closer, peeking into the side openings again.  I was certain,
that if he was wearing any underwear, they were bikinis because there was
no sign of a waistband.

"Ere we go," he said, unlatching two black coupling belts, and then jarring
loose the center section.  As soon as he pulled the cover off, I realized
why I had smelled the aroma so strongly at the driver's seat.

The engine was now fully exposed.  He set the cover on the passenger seat,
and kneeled in closer, bending over the engine.  He was there a good long
time, and I took full advantage of the time.  My eyes fully scanning his
strong body and admiring the firmness of his ass, outlined by the blue
denim.  I moved my eyes upward, to the soft white skin that glistened under
his straps.

My dick jumped as I caught sight of his dark but sparse patch of underarm
hair, now moistening with sweat.

"Sure is hot today," I commented, readjusting the rising bulge in my
shorts.

"This ain't nuthin'," he grunted as he adjusted his body to peer closer in.
"Usually gets upwards a hundred, hundred and ten."

This new angle allowed an exquisite view of his left nipple, broad and red,
with only a few faint hairs encircling it.

Beads of sweat had begun to form on his frame, and only made him seem more
Godly than before.

My mouth began to water, and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and
touch his exquisite chest.

My trance was broken when he yelled, "Oh yeah, thought so!"  He leaned in a
little closer and then said, "Yep, there it is.  Well, at least now you
know."

"Know?  Know what?" I said, not seeing what he was seeing.

"Burned wiring harness.  Fried a good six or seven different lines against
the manifold."

"Well, can you fix it?"

"Sure.  But not here.  I'll have to tow it back to the shop.  Good thing
for you, I was coming back to town from lunch.  You could have been stuck
out here for days."

"I am glad." I smiled at him, as my eyes scanned him again.

He began to back up and bumped his ass into my leg.  "Whoa.  Sorry 'bout
that."

"Guess I'm in your way." I smiled again, moving from the seat.  "I'm
Russell Gribbs," I said, sticking out my hands.  "My friends call me
Rusty."

"Well, nice to meet you, Rusty.  Name's Zak.  Zachary Michael Townsend, to
be specific, but everyone round here just calls me Zak."

"Zak it is." I said with a wide grin, lost in his eyes like some school kid
with a crush on his new teacher.

"Well, let's get you hooked up and outta here." Zak pronounced, bounding
down the step.

I stood there for a moment, trying once again to collect myself, as Zak
moved his tow truck around to the front and backed in into place for
hooking it up.

Once secured to the tow truck, we jumped into the cab and headed for town.

As we drove along, I couldn't help but stare at him.  The movement of the
truck made his loose overalls move about and allow me plenty of
opportunities to see his gorgeous body.  I wasn't about to miss any one of
them.

We made small talk along the way, and as usual, my curiosity got the best
of me.  "So, Zak?  I'll bet your girlfriend must get pretty jealous.  What,
with you out here saving people all the time.  I mean, I'll bet you've seen
some pretty crazy stuff."

Zak laughed out loud, causing his ripped tummy to tense.  "Yeah, you could
say I've seen some crazy stuff.  But, I don't have to worry about no woman
holding me back from getting into the fun."

His eye met mine for the first time, and I just about lost my load right
there.

"Really?" I said, almost stuttering.  "What...he he...what was the craziest
thing you ever saw out here?"

Zak laughed again.  "I knew that was coming.  Well, now let's see..."  He
thought for a moment, and I swear I could see his crotch begin to rise.  I
blinked twice trying to be sure.  "Well, that would have to be the time my
buddy Burnsey and I were answering a call real late one night.  See?  There
was this city fella from up north...New York or something, I guess.
Anyway, he got stuck out here...bad alternator I remember.  We pulled his
big Buick back to the shop and got him all fixed up.  'Cept one problem."

"Problem?  What kind of problem?" I asked, urging him to continue his
story.

"Well, he was so smart and so slick that he gone and left his house without
his wallet.  I think he had all of twenty cents on him."  Zak said,
laughing again.

"So then..." I was afraid to ask, but had to know.  I'd heard about these
small towns and the things they'll make you do if you can't pay a debt.
"How did he pay for the repair?"

"Oh me and Burnsey made him pay all right!"  Zak chuckled, only this time
not as loudly, as the memory of that day swamped his thoughts.

I peeked at his crotch again, only this time there was no question, Zak was
sporting a very nice rock hard boner.  Despite the loose overalls, I was
sure he was carrying 8 or 9 sold inches of man meat.

"So...how'd you make him pay the bill?" I prodded again.

"Well..." Zak hesitated as if unsure he wanted to reveal his little secret
payment process.  By now, I was sporting my own full on erection, and Zak's
eyes caught the outline.  "Well, we took that good old boy and we sat him
in the office chair."

Zak eyed me to reaction before continuing.  "Then, Burnsey goes first."
Zak stopped, took in a deep breath and starting howling with laughter.
"Man, you should have seen that guy's eyes when Burnsey whipped out his
dick right in front of the guy!"

Well, that was it.  If my dick had any hope of returning to its sullen
state, that hope was gone.

Zak gasped for breath again, and howled, "He told that fat fuck that if
wanted his car back, he's gonna have to suck off both him and me!"  Zak
laughed out again, and although I was smiling, I wasn't sure where this was
leading.

Strangely, I was incredibly turned on.  Although I have no clue what this
'Burnsey' guy looked like, sucking off Zak would have been pure pleasure.

Zak slowed his laughing, and even reached down to readjust the
uncomfortable boner he was sporting.  "Oooo, that boy did it too.  Sucked
Burnsey and me real good."  Zak looked over at me and then down to my
shorts.  "Hell, Man, a rebuilt ain't worth but forty bucks anyway.  Worth
every penny."

I decided right then that I'd bury my wallet deep into one of the cabinets
of that RV and hope for the same reward!

I was about to ask what happened next when Zak pointed out the window and
said, "Well, here we are," as he pulled up into the large driveway of what
looked like a deserted gas station.  "Home sweet home."  Zak chuckled
again.

Zak pulled the chain above his head, sounding the loud air horns, and then
jumped out of the cab.

As I stepped down, a rather stout gentleman appeared at one of the two
garage doors.  "Watcha got, Zak?"  The gentleman asked.

"Burned wire harness, Burnsey." Zak yelled back, preparing to unhook the
RV.

My eyes quickly darted to 'Burnsey.'  Burnsey was clearly older than Zak,
in his thirties, I was sure.  A bit rounder than Zak, but not rotund.  Thin
dark hair, and unshaven face, clearly showed that Zak was the well groomed
of the two.

Still, Burnsey had a rough and tumble quality about him that made him
attractive in his own right.

Burnsey stepped closer to us and eyeing me said, "Rental, ain't it?"

I was shocked.  "Yeah, how'd you know?"

Burnsey began chuckling and pointed at the license plate frame, which read,
'Bill's RV Rentals.'

"Boy, you city folk don't miss a trick do ya?" Burnsey laughed again, as
Zak joined in.  "All right, let's see what we got inside."  Burnsey walked
back into the garage and I stayed near Zak as he continued to unhook the
two vehicles.

He could read my disconcern on my face.  "Aww, don't mind Burnsey.  He's
all right.  Closest thing to an older brother I've ever had.  He watches
out for me."

It was a sensitive side to Zak I hadn't seen before.

"Head's up!  I'm lettin' 'er down."  With that, Zak pulled a lever and the
RV came crashing down.

"Geez!"

"I know...heavy fucks, ain't they?" Zak chuckled.  Zak leaned down to
unhook one of the chains, and with the angle of the sun, I could see
perfectly into his overalls.  I was certainly right about him not wearing
any underwear.  His hip came into view, and it took everything I had not to
scream out in lust.

I think Zak could feel I was staring and lingered in this position a little
longer than he needed to.  Finally, he turned his head to catch me staring,
and smiled at me.  "You might want to back up.  I need to lift the
catcher."

"Huh?  Oh, yeah, sorry."  I blushed and moved from between the two
vehicles.

---

Zak and Burnsey went straight to work on the huge RV, as I settled into
their office, watching a mindless old movie on a crusty black and white TV.
I occasionally would stand and peek through the window to check on their
progress.  Actually, I was hoping to catch a few more glimpses of Zak, but
the two focused on their work more diligently than another garage I'd ever
seen back home.

---

"Whatdya' know...I was right."  Zak giggled.

"About what?" Burnsey asked, as he sat up from the engine.

"Check it out."  Zak held up one of my gay magazines he had found in one of
the magazine pockets of the RV.  "I knew he was a dick-sucker by the way he
kept staring at me."

"You're the dick-sucker!  Now put that back before you get caught."
Burnsey scolded Zak.  "Just cuz he's got some fag mag don't make him one.
You know that."

Zak reluctantly placed the magazine back into the pocket.

"Now get over here and help me loosen these wires."

Zak knelt down beside Burnsey and tried to loosen the wires.

"I'm sorry, Kid.  Look, I just don't want you getting into trouble, all
right?" Burnsey patted Zak on the butt.  "We got each other, and that's all
we need."

"You're right, Burnsey.  I'm sorry."

"Look, if you really want to know if this guy's like us, here's what you
do..."

---

The fan on the soda machine kicked on and sort of startled me.  It was as
though it was saying, 'Look at me...nice cold drinks...yes, you want one,
don't you?...buy one...come on.'

I gave in, and fished two quarters from my pocket.

Ka-chink, ka-chink.  The coins slipped down the machine, and I pushed the
button.

As the can tumbled its way down the machine, the fan stopped, satisfied
that another customer had made his purchase.

"It won't be too long now," Zak said from behind me.

"Oh.  Okay, thanks."  I said, opening the soda.  I lifted the can as though
throwing a toast.  "To your health."

Zak smiled and stretched his arms way above his head.  My eyes scanned his
body.  My eyes locked on his two dark pits, and I knew that if it weren't
for the denim straps, his overalls would have easily fallen from his body.
"Working in this heat sure does give you a powerful thirst."

"Would you like some?" I held up the soda.

"Thanks." Zak said, letting one of the straps fall from his shoulder.  I
watched as he guzzed a drink, and then rubbed his hand across his belly.
My eyes followed every movement, and my crotch made movements of its own.
"Well, better get back to work if I'm going to finish this today.  Thanks
for the drink."

"You're welcome," I said taking the can from his grip, as our fingers
brushed against each other.

That fleeting moment sent electricity directly to my dick, causing it to
come back to life.

---

Back at the RV...

"Well?"

"You were right, Burnsey.  His eyes were glued on me like whiskers on a
cat!" Zak was beaming with pride in himself.  He knew I was gay, and
Burnsey's 'test' only confirmed it.

"Told ya...it's a sure way to know every time!" Burnsey chuckled.  "Here,
hold this in place.  I gotta get a 3/16th's."

---

The clock read 5:45 when I heard the RV fire up again.  I jumped from my
chair, giddy with excitement, and also a little nervous.  I was having
second thoughts about my 'disappearing wallet.'

Just about then, Zak walked in.  "Well, she's all done."

"That's great, Zak.  Thanks."

"Let me just tell Burnsey you're ready to pay."

I slipped my hand into my back pocket.  "Ummm, Zak?"

"Yeah?" Zak answered, turning to me.

My face began to redden.  "You're not going to believe this..."  I said,
still fumbling through my pockets.

Zak smiled and turned back around, heading for the garage.

Well, this was it.  I had decided to go for it.  If it turned ugly, I'd
make a rather dramatic search in the RV, and come up with the wallet.  For
now, my curiosity and horniness were driving this deal.

Soon the engine cut off, and I heard Burnsey and Zak return to the office.
"So?  He's looking for the 'extended payment plan,' eh?" Burnsey yelled
out, just outside the office.

As he burst through the door, I was suddenly feeling as though I couldn't
go through with it.

"Zak here tells me you can't pay for my hard work."  Burnsey glared into my
eyes, and I could feel my dick shrinking.

"No, no...I can pay...it's just..."  I began scrambling my pockets again.
"I know I had it with me.  I hope I didn't lose it on the roadside."

"Zak, lock the door.  Seems we got ourselves a service boy for the night!"

Zak smiled and locked the door.

"Service Boy?" I asked.

"You see, Service Boy, we here in Georgia don't take kindly to people
running through our town thinking we're so stupid to give free service."

"No, no, of course not."

"Shut up!"  Burnsey pushed me into the chair, and Zak unsnapped one of his
straps.  "See, everybody's gotta pay.  Some pay with cash, some with credit
cards, but then there's the service boys..."  Burnsey leaned in and I could
almost feel his scruffy face against mine.  "Service boys pay in other
ways!"  Then, he got the widest yet evilest grin.

Burnsey stood up, moved his still dirty hands down to his belt and began to
undo it, all the while his eyes were locked on mine.  "So, Service Boy?
Ready to start paying your debt?"  Burnsey didn't wait for an answer.  In
what seemed like mere seconds, he had his pants down, and his fat hard cock
stuffed between my lips.

Burnsey was not about foreplay, and as I tried to adjust my jaw, I could
still taste on his dick, a mixture of the day's sweat, piss remnants and a
slippery precum that only illustrated how much this was turning him on.

"Oh yeah, Zak, you're right...we've got a real dick sucker here.  Look at
him munch on my cock.  You like that, don't you, Service Boy?  Yeah, suck
that cock clean."  Burnsey talked as he held the back of my head, pulling
me closer and closer to his pubic hair.

I inhaled deeply and his man musk was intoxicating.  I much prefer a
clean-showered cock to suck on, but Burnsey's musky smell was a new aroma
that was very erotic.

I did my best to work his fat cock into my mouth, as Burnsey pulled me
closer in a desperate attempt to bury his thick 8 1/2 in cock into me.

"Come on, Service Boy, you can take it all.  You know you can.  That's it,
swallow my cock...mmm, Zak, you're gonna like this one!"

>From the corner of my eye, I could see Zak moving closer to us, his
overalls already kicked aside.  When he came into my view, my own dick
began to leak, as I saw his gorgeous body before me; his hand already
working his uncut tool to full length.

"That's it, Service Boy," Burnsey barked at me, "Work my dick.  Work it..."
His voice trailed off, and I could tell by his movements that he was
approaching the peak of his impending orgasm.

I did my best to relax my throat, and I closed my eyes in the effort to
keep from gagging.

It was then that I felt Burnsey pull me tighter and slip that thick head
into my throat.  There was no doubt in my mind; Burnsey was going to unload
directly into my stomach.

I did my best to breath between pushes and Burnsey finally let loose.  I
almost chocked, but Burnsey held me tight, as I held my breath, and
swallowed wave after thick wave of Burnsey's nut cream.

"Fuck yeah, Service Boy...take it all..."He yelled out, forcing one final
shot into my throat before releasing his iron grip on my head, and slipping
his cock from my mouth.  "Lick it clean!" He ordered, holding his dick in
front of me.  "I said, lick it!"  He pulled on my head again, and I stuck
out my tongue, licking the last few drops from his piss slit.  "Yeah,
Service Boy here is a real dick sucker, Zak!"

"Let me try," Zak said, sliding in front of me.

My own dick continued to leak, and began forming a nice wet spot in the
front of my light colored shorts.

"Check him out, Zak," Burnsey pointed at my crotch.  "Service Boy's gonna
blow in his own shorts!"  Burnsey chuckled.

Zak moved closer and pressed his uncut dick to my lips.  I parted them
anxiously, and he slipped inside.

Burnsey had done a good job of preparing me for sucking, and since Zak's
dick, although an impressive length, was not as thick.  I worked my tongue
on the underside of his cock, trying to push back the foreskin.  When I
finally succeeded, I was rewarded with a dick flavor that almost made me
shoot off without touching myself.

It was clear that Zak didn't pull back his foreskin when he pissed, and his
precum had loosened and mixed the flavor.

"Come on, Zak...push it in!" Burnsey encouraged.

Zak looked down at me, almost unsure he wanted to proceed.  I subtly nodded
and he wrapped his fingers around my head, pulling me to his pubes.

I closed my eyes and once again relaxed my throat as Zak's slender but long
cock slipped into my throat.

"Fuck, Burnsey...you're right.  He likes munching dick as much as I do!"
Zak beamed down at me.

That only encouraged me, and I tried to lick the underside of his dick as
he began to relentlessly fuck my throat.

Since Zak had been working his dick prior to fucking my face, it wasn't
long before he began to pant heavily.

My eyes were closed, but I sprung them open as he yelled out, "Oh fuck
yeah!"  It was fleeting, but I was able to see Burnsey move in behind Zak,
and by the sudden push forward into me, I could tell that Burnsey had
shoved his finger into Zak's ass.

"Dump your load, Boy," Burnsey whispered to Zak.  "Right down his throat!"

That sent Zak over the edge.  Between Burnsey dirty talk, and his finger
pressed against his special spot, Zak could no longer hold his passion.  He
screamed out like a girl, and shot squirt after squirt of his cum into my
throat.  I wanted desperately to taste his sweet cum, so I forced myself
back, as another stream coated my tongue.

"Mmmmm," I softly moaned.  The taste of Zak's cum sent me into my own
orgasm, as I soaked my underwear and shorts with my own hot cum.  I could
feel the heavy load coating my balls, as it dripped downward.

When I had finished swallowing the last of Zak's hot load, Burnsey pulled
Zak from me and ordered me to stand up.  When I gave him a rather confused
look, he laughed at me.  "Them's a hundred and sixty one dollars worth of
parts, Service Boy.  You still got some paying to do, and I'm just about
ready to collect!"  He pulled on his dick, which was once again stiffening
up.

I did as he instructed and stood from the chair, my cum soaked shorts
clinging to me.

"See?  I told ya he'd shoot in his shorts!  Dick suckers always do that!"
Burnsey chuckled.  "All right...drop em!"  He pointed at my wet shorts.

I looked up at him and then to Zak.  Sucking these guys off was one thing,
but I wasn't sure I was ready for where this was going now.

"Drop...your...fucking...shorts, Faggot!" Burnsey ordered in a slow motion
type of voice that made me feel like an idiot.  I slipped my fingers into
the waistband of my shorts and underwear, and in one motion, slid them to
the floor.  A stream of my cum dripped from my wet balls.  "Now, turn
around and bend over, Service Boy!"

Slowly, nervously, I turned and faced the armchair.  And then, just as
slowly, I bent over, exposing my wet ass to them.

Burnsey smacked my right cheek.  "Looks like he's already lubed up.  I like
a Service Boy that thinks ahead!"  He chuckled, pressing the head of his
hard cock against my hole.

I was sure Burnsey would just push his way into me, like he did my mouth,
but instead, he swirled it around my ass, lubing it with my own juice.
Then, he pressed it to my tightened hole, and gently pushed.

I couldn't believe he was being so kind.

Zak watched as Burnsey moved a little closer, and pushed a little further.

What I did next was out of pure reflex.  By this time, all logic had left
me, and I was acting on response.  I reached around, grabbed my right ass
cheek and parted my ass, giving Burnsey better access.

Burnsey smiled at Zak, nodding down at what I had done.  Without saying a
word, Burnsey pushed forward, and his dick slid into me.  Having gained
access, Burnsey didn't stop to smell the roses, and pushed all 8 1/2 inches
into me.

The hot pain that raced through my gut made me stand upright and my knees
went weak.

"Whoa, Service Boy," Burnsey said, keeping me from falling.  "You're not
paid up yet."  Burnsey pushed me back over the chair, and began a slow and
steady rhythm in my ass.

Tears welled in my eyes from the pain, but soon enough, the pain
dissipated, and was replaced by a new erotic bliss that can only be
described as heavenly.

"Oooo, I can tell this Service Boy's been fucked before, Zak!  Nice and
smooth!"  Burnsey bragged, as he plugged his cock deeper into my gullet.

Burnsey developed a nice strong rhythm and my own dick had begun to return
to its glorious erect state.  Especially since Burnsey was now repeatedly
pressing against my prostate, bringing a continuous stream of precum
leaking from my cock.  All the while, Zak was working his dick back to
life, preparing for his turn at my ass.

I tried to tighten myself around Burnsey's shaft, and that seemed to do the
trick, as he held me tightly against him and began to whitewash my inner
walls with his thick cum.

"Fuck, Service Boy...your ass is so good!" He finally said, as he drained
his balls inside me.

As soon as he was finished, he pulled quickly from me, and I clenched my
cheeks together, holding his essence inside me.

"He's all lubed up for you, Kid!" Burnsey slapped Zak on the back, as Zak
moved in behind me.

"Are you sure about this?" Zak asked.

"Hell, yeah.  He wants it, Kid!  Go for it...get a good fuck!"  Burnsey
pushed Zak closer to me, almost knocking me over.

Zak steadied himself, and pushed his erect dick against me.  When I relaxed
my ass cheeks, Zak slipped right in, as though my hole and his dick were
made for each other.

It took Zak no time at all to build up a nice rhythm and Burnsey's cum
provided more than adequate lubrication for my ass.  In fact, I could feel
a few drips escaping my hole, and coating the base of my balls.

This made Zak's pubic hair stick to me when he pulled from me, only adding
to my excitement.

Zak's length caused a constant brushing against my most sensitive spot, and
more and more of my clear precum dripped from my dick onto the seat below
me.

Zak's breathing increased as did mine, and soon we were panting together.

"Yeah, that's it...fuck that Service Boy!" Burnsey cheered him on, as he
watched Zak fuck me.

Burnsey knew just what to do to bring Zak to the edge, and Zak didn't fight
it.  When Burnsey moved in behind Zak, I knew what was coming next.  Or,
rather, what was going to cum.

As before, Burnsey slipped his finger into Zak's hole, probing the boy in
just the right way.

"Oh, Fuck, Burnsey, I love it when you do that!" Zak screamed out, pushing
even deeper into my ass, pressing his pubes to my butt.

Zak suddenly gasped and held his breath, as he held me tightly to his body.
I could feel his dick pulsing inside me, unleasing his second cum load into
me.

As the heat of his cum washed into me, my own balls tightened and
jettisoned its cargo onto the seat below me.  Soon a small pool formed and
the aroma drifted up to my nose.

Zak pulled from me, and I was too tired to clench my cheeks.  The large
pool of his cum, mixed with Burnsey's began to slowly drip down my leg.

"Hey!" Burnsey pointed to the chair as I stood up.  "Clean it up, Service
Boy."

"You mean?" I asked.

"Yeah, with your tongue!" Burnsey ordered, pushing me back down.

I couldn't believe I did it, but I actually licked my own spuge from that
seat.

When I was finished I stood up, licked my lips and asked, rather cockily,
"So?  Am I paid up?"

Burnsey and Zak both began to laugh.  "Yeah, I'd say you earned your parts,
Service Boy," Burnsey smacked me on the back.

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Zak filled the tank on my RV, and as I tried to give him the cash for it,
he smiled at me, tilted his head over his shoulder and said, "Burnsey said
you overpaid."

I couldn't help myself and I threw my arms around Zak.  "I wish I lived in
Georgia," I said, as I stepped up in my RV.

"Well, if you're ever in town again, and in need of good service..."

"I know right where to come!"  I smiled.  I meant it literally and
figuratively.

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I hope you've enjoyed this short story.  I welcome comments and questions,
so, write me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com.  I have other Nifty stories
as well, so feel free to ask for the titles.