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We had just worked a game at a remote county school in the middle of what seemed to be nowhere. We made these trips in Greg’s, the referee, full size van allowing us to ride in comfort. The five of us have been officiating high school football for a few years now and were use to these road trips. This is a group of guys who got along fairy well, have seen each other in tough positions on the field as well as buck naked in the shower. Other than the normal locker room humor, nothing out of the ordinary ever took place. Being the way I am, I would sneak a peek at a couple of the guys as they showered. They are well endowed in areas that I’m not. Anyway, by the time the game was finished and we showered and changed into our street clothes it was usually past 10:00 PM. The downside with trips like this was finding a place to get a few beers and something eat at that late hour. Other than the standard interstate truck stops there’s not much. The sign said there was a town a mile a head so we thought we pull off and see what they had to offer. Driving in it was hard not to notice that this is definitely a one stoplight town. Most of the storefronts were pitch black and the sidewalks bare. We got to the end of main street and started to make a u-turn when we noticed a neon sign that said Bar N Grill down a side street. There were several cars and trucks parked out front so we thought this must be their Friday night hang-out so decided to check it out. We found a place to park to the side of the building and piled out of the van. We were dress fairly casual and felt we should be able to fit in with the local crowd. Early autumn is still warm here so a couple of us had on shorts. By design, mine are usually a little shorter. To date none of the guys had ever commented on the same. I grabbed my sweatshirt to have just in case it got cooler as the evening progresses.

Entering the place looked very typical of a local rural area bar. Long bar to one side, tables in the middle and booths to the other side. To our amazement there was a small stage and dance floor clear to the back with what must be a local country band playing. The dance floor was crowded and most of the tables and booths were taken. There went even enough seats at the bar. A few of the folks turned and looked at us as we came in but most had gone back to their drinks or dance floor. Brad, one of our line guys, spotted a booth in the back away from the stage. He motioned for us to head that way as he worked his way to the bar for drinks. The booth was definitely a four seat-er so I looked around for a chair to put on the end. Dick and Jack, back judge and umpire, slid in on one side, Greg slid in the other. Not finding a vacant chair, I sat down next to Greg. Brad came back with a tray full with our drinks and informed us that the kitchen was only serving nachos, chips and fries at this time. He said that he went ahead and asked for two orders of nachos and fries along with another round of drinks when our order was ready. Brad passed the beers around and looked for an empty chair. Finding none he slid in next to me making it slightly cozy with the three of us on our side of the booth. We lifted our glasses and gave the usual after game cheers and congratulated ourselves on a job well done. One of the only two waitresses in place came by and asked if we were alright and said she was sorry she didn’t have more room. She mentioned that one of the patrons had recognized us from the game and thanked us for stopping in. As she was talking to us Brad kept moving closer into me and not wanting to crowd Greg I remained trapped in the middle. The waitress left to check on our food and get the other round Brad ordered. The band had started up again and the noise level greatly increased. We could barely hear each other talk.

The waitress brought another round of drinks and said the guy who saw at the game bought us a round. His team must have won. We did another “cheers” with our glasses as the band turned the volume down a notch. Glad the noise level was down, I leaned back to stretch my back and legs that were getting tight after all the running we did. As I leaned back and stretched my shorts rode up my things and I saw Brad glancing down at them. Brad turned and said in his gruff low voice tone that he always thought I had sexy legs and enjoyed watching me. I was a little taken back by his comment but smile and said nice. It would appear that the beers were starting to have an effect on us especially since we hadn’t anything to eat. Dick and Jack were rambling back and forth on sports trivia while Greg nursed his beer and grooved to the band. Brad slid a little closer and pressed his leg against mine. He moved his right hand to my exposed thigh as he lifted his glass taking another drink. When I didn’t react to his hand being where it was, he moved it higher under my shorts towards my crotch. I took a long drink of beer and thought this might get interesting especially with Dick, Greg and Jack present. The waitress came by and said our food was on the way and asked if we wanted another round. We all seemed to agree why not. Brad’s fingers were rubbing the head of my cock through my underwear causing me to get hard. I spread my legs as much as I could without tipping off Greg trying to give Brad a little more room. Neither one of the other guys had a clue what Brad was doing. I slowly moved my arm off the table to my lap and pressed Brad’s hand harder on my cock. Brad now had my cock head in his hand and was slowly stroking it as I reached over and started to rub the bulge in his pants. Since he wasn’t wearing shorts I knew I would have to work his zipper to get to his gorging cock. Brad was one of the more endowed guy’s and I am sure he is an 8+. I couldn’t wait get my tongue around it if this really was where we are going.

I started to pull his zipper down when our food and round of drinks arrived at the table. I thought this might be awkward with Brad’s had were it was and mine on his zipper. No one seemed to notice as they scarffed up the nachos and grabbed some fries. I was no longer very hungry thinking about Brad’s cock down my throat. Brad moved his hand out of my shorts and took a handful of fries. I knew he had precum all over his hand but that didn’t seem to stop him. I kept working his zipper as the rest ate. I finally got to his cock head and let his warm juices drip across my fingertips. I wanted to go down on him right here and now. It was hard for me to set still. I hit Greg’s leg a couple of times trying to move into a better position to service Brad. Greg reached down with his left hand and squeezed my inner thigh telling me to behave. Whoa – where did that come from?? I squeezed Brad’s cock in reaction to Greg’s comment. Greg leaned over as he moved his hand under my shorts up to my cock where Brad had previously been playing and said that he and Brad have wanted to “get together” with me ever since they noticed that I was man-scaping and shaving my legs. In the five years I have known them I would never have thought that. Greg’s hand slowly worked down to my balls, giving them a soft squeeze then on towards my man hole. I titled my hips forward in hopes it would give him a better shot. I leaned my head back and right before I closed my eyes I saw Jack glance over at us giving a sheepish smile as he turned to continue his chat with Dick. Brad had finished his fries, turned towards me and slid his hand under my sweatshirt to work my left nipple as Greg worked my ass with his fingers.

After a couple of minutes of their working me, me stroking Brad’s manhood which I now had totally out of his pants Greg suggested that the three of us go outside for some fresh air. He gave Dick a $20 and told him to order another round and that we would be back shortly. Brad removed his hand and zipped up his pants as Greg nudged me to move out with his hand still fondling my ass. I followed Brad out of the booth as Greg removed his hand and pulled my sweatshirt down to cover any cum spots that may be on my shorts. Brad led the way through the crowded bar headed for outside. Greg walked close behind me pinching my ass every chance he had making our way to the door. The cool night air felt good especially since I was already worked up with an incredible hard on. Glancing at Brad’s crotch he was struggling with the same. Greg had his keys out and opened the rear gate to the van. Jumping in, Greg pulled the back bench down, moved out gear and told me to hop in. Brad helped me up into the back of the van and had me lie on my back. Greg pulled down his pants as he pulled my sweatshirt up over my head. Getting in Brad pulled my shorts down and spread my legs pulling the rear hatch shut. I moved my hips up to give Brad more room as he pulled his cock out. Thrusting his hot cock in me as hard as he could I opened my mouth to let out a yelp as Greg slid his cock passed my lips down deep in my throat. Brad started a rhythm of in and out causing me to suck harder on Greg’s beautiful cock. Greg leaned over and started to rub my nipples as I moved my tongue up and down his shaft. Brad with each in and out Brad worked his way deeper in my hole. He asked if I could take all 8” of him. I pushed back with hips in acknowledgement. I moved my head up and down on Greg as he took some of my pre cum and continued to rub my nipples. Brad grabbed my legs as he lifted my ass higher to get a better angle on getting it all in. I tried to moan with delight but with Greg’s cockhead deep down my throat it was near impossible.

With me titled up Brad stretched out leaning all the way over me. Greg had to move to give Brad more room. I reached over and grabbed Greg’s cock stroking him in time with Brad’s pumping. Brad kept mumbling how great I felt and that he wished he hadn’t waited soon long to do this. I could feel his cock swelling and knew his load was coming. The way Greg’s throbbing cock felt, he had a long way to go before he was done. Brad gave a couple of quick and force thrust just as he exploded inside of me. I could feel his warm juices filling my hole as he withdrew. Greg wasted no time in trading places with Brad. He lowered my legs as he inserted his manhood. I tried to push with my ass to give him more pleasure but lost some energy after Brad’s performance. Brad had moved around me so his lower body was right over my face. His cock was still pulsating from shooting his load. I rubbed his cock head across my lips licking his remaining cum. Greg was moving his hips as he slowly worked his cock in. Brad’s cum helped on entry now he was working to go deeper. I loved every second his cock was in me. Wrapping my tongue around Brad’s cock I pulled him further in my mouth as his fingertips did their magic on my nipples. Greg and I both started pumping a little harder as Brad’s cock got bigger in my mouth. All I could hear in the van was Greg pumping my ass and my sucking on Brad’s cock. I hope no one was listening outside. As we worked each other, I could tell that a climax was near. Brad held my head as he started to fuck my mouth just as Greg almost stood up shooting his wad all over my hole and ass cheeks. Brad took a deep breath just as he unloaded for a second time giving me a mouthful as I came all over myself. I slowly swallowed what Brad had deposited in my mouth as Greg wiped his cock off on my thighs. I thought, good lord what a feeling.

Brad grabbed his pants and said that he would go back in and get Dick and Jack. We were sure that they had drunk the $20 Greg left them. Greg opened the rear hatch and helped me find my shorts and pulled the back seat up. There was a towel in the back that I used to wipe myself off. I put on my shorts and pulled my sweatshirt down as I sat down in the back. Brad had gather Jack and Dick. With Greg in the driver’s seat, Brad riding shotgun, Jack and Dick and me in the back we headed back to the highway for our journey home. Brad turned to us and said it wasn’t a bad place to stop and that we should do this more often. Dick and Jack just laughed as I smiled to myself and said sure why not. I guess it really doesn’t matter who scores in the end.