From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Backroad Fantasy
Date: Fri, 06 Mar 1998 05:46:37 GMT

It was like some sort of pornography story, a fantasy, the beginning of a
joke. But it happened to Clyde D. Harris III.

Clyde was driving thru the state of West Virginia...mountains, forrests,
rivers and more mountains. The scenery was beautiful. And that was why Clyde
was there. He was taking photographs for the people back in Chicago who were
looking for locations to shoot a film.

Clyde was a location scout. He loved his job, traveling, hiking, boating,
flying, skiining all over to take photos, and video locations that would
become the background for films, commercials and television shows.

He loved the outdoors...the freedom of being on his own...and sex. That was
part of being on his own. There was nobody to judge him when he met that
someone who listened tohis stories, who wanted to hear about stars and
Hollywood and who gladly shared their bodies.

Occasionally it would be embarassing as some cute buxom girl flirted with him
and realized he was looking at some boy passing by. There was the time he even
got led into a girls home and met her brother. She was pissed off to find him
and her brother in a nearby motel that night. But Clyde moved on and she got
over it.

The car he rented had lots of miles on it. That usually meant trouble and sure
enough as he was crossing over some overflowing creek, it stopped...actually
it chugged and puffed and died with two tires on a very old bridge and two on
a muddy ground. His legs went down into the mud almost tohis knees as he got
out.

The cellular phone didn't work and there was nobody around to answer his
yells. So Clyde threw his camera pack on one shoulder and hiked down the road.

It seemed like hours before he found any sign of life. But still it was a
dubious sign. An old rusted fence blocked a dirt road that went thru some
trees.

He was encouraged to find it went to a house. The place was weathered and
nobody was around. The place, in fact, looked deserted. So he decided to crash
there and planned to hike further in the morning.

Chancing burning down the place, he started a fire in the fireplace..and was
delighted when the smoke went where it was supposed to go and the heat warmed
his near naked body as the sun had set.

His muddy pants hung over a half broken chair and he sat as close to the fire
as he could to keep warm. 

Using his fading flashlight he had found some old dusty blankets which made
him suspect the place wasn't as deserted as he thought. And he settled down
for the night.

Dreams of the car sinking into the earth filled his head..but not for long. He
woke up with a sharp pain in his back.

Standing above him were three men carring flashlights. He stammered his
explanation and they didn't say much. 

In fact they talked in half sentences...."You wanna....Yep guess should....Pop
won't ..."

He accepted the bottle and was soon feeling it's effects in his gut. It was
some kind of whiskey..but it tasted good. One of the men left still talking in
the half sentence to the other two.

He sat up....gathering the blankets around his body....he wasn't usually
modest, but it was more of a self defense reaction then a conscious move.

The two guys left there had begun to take off their coats and hats. In the
dimming light of the fireplace and their flashlights, he realized they were
young men...and he tried to be even more friendly. 

They shook hands and introduced themselves...."Hank Mill's kids". One left as
the other crouched near him and talked further, "I'm Asworth that's Arnie. The
one that went to check on your car is Andy".

He was clean shaven, square jawed, obviously a potentially handsome young man
who had some years to go before he could claim to be a man..or an adult at
least.

"We come here to get drunk sometimes..the old man won't let us do it at home.
Says Ma thinks it ain't christian".

He pulled off the straps that were connected to the denim bib of his overalls.
The bib fell down and revealed the boys bare chest.

Clyde couldn't help his cock getting hard. The kid was smooth, developed
probably from doing farm work and the fire's reflection danced on his skin.

Clyde realized that he too was barechested....and in fact naked uner the
blankets. His pants still hung on the chair and his boxers were where he threw
them earlier.

Arnie walked between them as he brought in more wood and plopped it on the
fire. "We still stayin here tonight?" He asked his half naked brother.

"Hell why not, can't do much for him till morning anyway" Asworth talked about
clyde as if he weren't there. It was almost surreal.

It got even more fantastic as Asworth took his coat off and revealed he too
was half naked. His jeans lay on his hips...so low that Clyde wondered what
held them up.

Clyde accepted some more whiskey...." I don't want to take all your...."

"Shit man we got lots" Arnie said patting the bag he had put down. "Want
something to eat?"

Arnie stood over him....as if he were about to open his fly and let his
backwoods cock flop out and into Clyde's mouth. His own cock was tenting the
blanket....which he hoped couldn't be seen.

Visions of being made to squeel like a pig as these two horny country boys
took turns filled his head...not unpleasantly but not exaclty the way Clyde
liked it.

"It's stuck alright" Andy had returned too. "We can get it out...but don't
know about getting it started."

"Fuck, Pop can do it..he can make anything run" Asworth said as he stood and
began to take his overalls off the rest of him.

"He cool?" Andy asked.

"Shit man look at his boner" Arnie said.

"Sorry guys, guess it was the whiskey or something"

Asworth wearing only a pair of loosefitting boxer shorts was sitting on the
floor and pulling food out of his pack. "No sweat...we're all guys here"

Clyde looked at Aswortsh spread legs, hoping that the open fly would reveal
more of his hosts body. But it was too dark.

"We're staying?" Andy asked.

"Crap yea" Arnie said as he pulled his jeans off. But unlike his brother,
Arnie was buck naked. His cock was thick and swung as he moved. He sat next to
Clyde and Asworth and began to grab some of the food.

"Get your bony ass out of your drawers and join us" he said to Andy.

Clyde discoverd then something fascinating. The fire reflection revealed that
Arnie and Asworth looked alike...in fact they were twins.

"Hey you two are twins" he said realizing how dumb he probably sounded.

"No man, we're not twins...." Asworth began the sentence and Andy finished it
as he sat down too. Like Arnie he was naked...his smooth body face the fire
and Clyde saw he was indeed wrong.

"We're triplets" Andy said and the three of them laughed..probably because of
the look on Clyde's face or the fact he had moved the blanket so his hard cock
stood up in plain sight.

"I see you like triplets" Arnie said.

Clyde pulled the blanket back on him....

Asworth stood and pulled his boxers off. "As long as we're all showing off" he
said. Clyde saw that Asworth too had an erection..which was why he had kept
his boxers on while his brothers stripped boldly naked.

"I think we're going to have some extra fun tonight"

Clyde wished there had been more light so he could see the identical brothers
sucking and fucking him and each other all thru the night.

They didn't hesitate to touch, massage, kiss, lick and suck each other..not
for his amusement but for each other. He wondered how often they came to this
place to have brotherly sexual orgies. He didn't have long to watch as he
stroked. His nipples were bitten, his balls sucked, his cock grabbed, his butt
fingered.

Clyde knew he could do whatever he wanted and he did too. Arnie was in his
mouth, while Andy was sucking on his cock and Asworth was eating his butt. 

It became a contest to see how many positions they could all do as a group. He
knew they must have looked like some sort of naked Twister game...but he
didn't care. He watched as one fucked the other while he two was being fucked.
clyde snuck under the stack and found an available cock to suck.

The night air was forgotten..their bodies generated more heat then the
fireplace. The naked butts and chests glowed with their sweat in the reflected
flames. Clyde watched as two of them fought for his cock while a third moved
forward on his knees...jacking his erection.

And Clyde tilted his head back to recieve it.

Whatever fantasy Clyde had had about threeways were surmounted by this
foursome. Visions of sex with twins were confused by the triplets.

But in the night, it wasn't about look alike sex partners..it was about
pleasure and cocks, fingers, lips, tongues, butts abounded....and all he could
do was hope that every wish Clyde had ever had would be his that night.

His wishes were indeed fulfilled but only briefly in the morning as he was
awakened by a mouth on his cock. It was Andy, or Asworth..he didn't really
know for sure.

Dressed in low hanging jeans, he could recognize Arnie. But the other two both
wore bib overalls. One wore them with the bib up and not shirt on and the
other wore them with the bib hanging down.

They walked with him to their home where he met their parents. After the
largest breakfast he had ever had, the boys and he watched as their father
somehow made the rental car run.

"Town's just down the road.....take the boys in for a while will ya, they
always complain they don't get to go"

The three boys acted like little kids finding proper clothes for their ride.

Clyde was suprised too because the trip wasn't more then ten miles away. Yet
the three boys apparently rarely went into town.

The motel was run down but had a pool and he dove into it with his three
guests for a wonderful child like afternoon of horseplay and laughter. Some
underwater gropping told him the day wasn't over yet.

The garage rented him another car....not much better then the one he had, but
it ran better.

After a later afternoon of cock with his three friends..he bought them dinner
and drove them back home with the various groceries and things they had gotten
for their folks.

He was going to go back to the motel that night..but changed his mind when he
heard the boys say they were going to camp out that night. And Clyde knew
where.

The old house didn't seem as rundown as he parked the car. He smelled the
fireplace roaring and heard their laughter inside.

He went in and they greeted him...knowing he would be there. He stood as they
stripped him and the four shared, whiskey, more food and each other all that
night.

Kisses and hugs, addresses and bare butt pinches later, he got them to pose.
The camera took amazing shots of the three helathy naked triplets in various
poses. They thought it funny even when they posed in simulated sexual
positions. And he gladly posed with them as the camera's automatic shutter
captured the group.

He had to make sure that roll of film didn't go to the office...it would be
his to keep, develop, print and look at for some years to come.

The knot in his stomach told him that the three boys had struck an emotional
chord as well as his sexual ones.

Despite his hopes, the company chose another location..there would be no going
back. But perhaps, in the future there would be other assignments, other
trips, other special nights in that dusty old cabin with the three young
healthy, horny, uninhibited triplets.

Nobody would believe him..but he had photos to proove it...if he ever wanted
to show them to anyone that is.