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Geoffrey, Part 1

by A Shy Guy


Geoffrey, Part 1 I saw him standing there as I stopped at the gas station on the edge of town in preparation for a road trip to our capital city which was some five hours away. I didn’t take much notice of him at first, not until he held up his homemade sign that read “Texas” and gave me a big grin. Just by chance, I had recently had a business meeting with a gentleman from that state and that was enough to make me decide to offer the kid a drive. Once the gas tank was full, I pulled forward and motioned to him to jump in. The boy put his knapsack and sign in the back and then jumped into the front seat next to me. “Thanks, man,” he said, offering me his hand to shake. “I’ve been standing here since three o’clock this morning!” I shook the hand that was offered and felt his strong grip. “Did you get something to eat?” I asked. “Want a coffee and a bagel, or something before we get on the road?” “Nah, I’m cool,” he said. I drove out into the traffic and headed up the highway. I managed to get a look at him close up. The boy looked to be about eighteen, perhaps more. He was about 5’11”, with a muscular physique showing through his tight tee shirt and torn jeans, short dark hair, with stubble on his face, in need of a shave, and by the smell of him, in need of a shower, too. He was chatty and proceeded to tell me about his more recent adventures. “I was over on the island for the last week,” he told me, “and what a blast that was! Parties every night, and a couple of real good fights to boot! Man, those people can sure drink, can’t they? I just got off the ferry yesterday afternoon,” he said, “and almost right away I got a ride this far. Three fuckin’ broads, man! Pardon my English. They drove past me first, then made a u-turn right in the middle of the road and came back. The second time they come up to me, they stopped and one of them rolled down the window. ‘Are you really from Texas?’ she asked. ‘I sure enough am, maam,’ I answered, and them three women started to giggle. ‘You don’t got no knife or gun or anything?’ the one in the back seat asked. ‘You ain’t weird, or nothin’?’ ‘Shit no, maam, I said. ‘All I got me is a pack of weed and an itch that needs scratchin’.’ That started them gigglin’ again. ‘Well, get in then, boy,’ one of them said, and I jumped right into the back seat. There were two of them in the front, older ’n me, a bit, perhaps in their early twenties, I don’t know, and a younger one, closer to my age, was in the back. I sat in next to her. “They didn’t take long to get to the point,” the boy continued. “They asked me for some of my weed and the four of us shared a joint. They seemed to get high real quick, especially the young one in the back seat, but maybe she was only using it as an excuse. Before I knew it, she had her hands all over me, rubbing my arm first, then my chest, and down lower, too, if you get what I mean.” I got what he meant, all right, and while he was talking, stole a quick glance at the part of his anatomy that had attracted the girls’ attentions. The boy had his knees spread apart a bit. His jeans were stretched tight, and I could see the outline of his balls, one on each side of the seam in the jeans, with a fairly large bulge above, pressing his zip flap out a bit. I looked away again, and tried to keep my eyes on the road. “So, you made a score?” I asked casually, as if this sort of thing happened all the time. “Fuckin’ right I did,” said the boy. “I got a blow job right there in the car, and made all three pussies once we were back at their house, just a few miles back down the road from here. But they were cows, man. I mean, as soon as they had their jollies, they wanted me out of the house. They dropped me back there six hours ago and I was startin’ to think I’d never get a ride today ‘til you came along. “It’s harder to get rides in the day time, you know. It’s mostly families then. People look at me and just drive on by, most with kids in the back seat. But at night, they look and they stop. Sometimes it’s birds, like them three last night. Sometimes it’ men, guys your age, if you don’t mind me saying so, sir. I don’t meant to insult you or nothin’, but it’s guys your age that will pick me up. At night, though, they’re mostly weirdos.” “They don’t try to take advantage of you?” I asked, with a hint of false concern coloring my voice. “Fuck, no one takes advantage of me, less’n I want them to,” the boy said. “Once I tell them what I do for a livin’, they sort of leave me alone.” “And what do you do for a living?” I asked. “Does this give you a clue?” he asked, sticking his left arm out so I could see it and still watch the road ahead. I noticed a small tattoo, but it was several pairs of small, round, purple scars that intrigued me. “Rattlers did those,” he said. “I catch rattle snakes and milk their venom for a lab down home. I’ve been doin’ it for more ‘n four years, ever since I was fifteen.” That answered my question about his age, at any rate. Over the next hundred and fifty miles, he told me his story, of how he had quit school at fourteen and how he was catching rattlers for the lab and making a dollar a piece. He would catch them at night when they would come out onto the warm pavement after it started to get cool in the desert. Sometimes he would make $100 a night. He told me of how one day one of the guys at the lab said since he obviously wasn’t afraid of rattle snakes, if he wanted a real job he could have one there. He didn’t take long in accepting, and was there for the last four years. He had been bitten twelve times during those four years, thus the scars. “So that tells people you’re tough, and not to mess with you, eh?” I asked. “You got it, man. No one messes with ol’ Geoffrey here, less ‘n he wants them to.” We drove in silence for a few minutes. Then I asked, “So what fun did those three girls have in mind for you when they got you to their house?” Geoffrey gave me a look, which turned into a knowing smile. He stretched his legs out and threw his knees farther apart. His left knee rubbed up against my right one. I didn’t move, and neither did he. “They wanted a piece of this,” he said, and I looked over to see him cupping his genitals with his hands, “and I wasn’t about to disappoint them. The cow in the back seat, she got busy rubbin’ me up and down, and putting her hand inside my shirt and squeezin’ my nipples, and stuff. When I grabbed her tit and gave it a squeeze, she moaned. I put my hand on her head and forced her face down so she could get a real good whiff of me. Nothin’ turns them cows on like the smell of a sweaty cock and balls. Sure enough, she was hooked. She undid my belt, and pulled my zipper down right away, and before you know it she was suckin’ the popsicle for all she was worth. When I blew, she swallowed it all, and then licked me clean. When I said she was really good at suckin’ cocks, the girl in the front seat, who had been watching all the time said, ‘You come to Brittney’s place with us, and I’ll show you what I’m good at.’ ‘I’m all yours,’ I said, and the three of them set to giggling again. “Well,” the boy continued, “she was true to her word, and the others were not so bad, either. We no sooner pulled into the drive way at Brittney’s than other one was out of the car and tuggin’ at my arm to follow her into the house. I didn’t take much coaching, and she had my shirt open before we hit the couch. I threw her dress up over her face, and tore a hole in her panties. I was in such a hurry I drove my cock right through that hole and into her cunt. She was so hot for it, and so was I, that it didn’t take us long to climb the mountain, and fuck, was the ride good! “Problem was, I was no sooner done shootin’ my load up her love hole than Brittney, who had been doing the drivin’, was pulling me off her friend and trying to get me ready for another round, this time with her. She wanted me naked, and I was glad to oblige. I stood there and she stripped me, man, and then she licked me all over, and said I tasted real good. Then she grabbed me by the cock and led me back to the couch, pulling me down on top of her. ‘Fuck me, boy,’ she said, and I started right in on her. I was a bit longer cummin’ that time. Remember, that was my third cum since they picked me up! I’m good for it, but usually I have more time to recover. “Anyway, I was no sooner through with her than the young sucker from the back seat of the car wanted her pussy plugged, too. Bein’ a Southern gentleman, I couldn’t say no to the little lady, but I needed some stimulation to get me up and runnin’ a fourth time. The two babes from the front seat helped out, going down on each other, and suckin’ my cum out of each other’s cunts. That was hot, man, and once I got goin’ I ploughed ol’ back seat’s pussy real good. “Once I was finished, though, they were finished with me, and they wanted me out of the house, before Brittney’s father came home I guess. He worked the night shift at the mill, they told me, and though he wouldn’t be home ‘til after seven, they were adamant that I should be long gone by then. Can’t say as I disagreed with them, wouldn’t‘ve wanted to be there when the old man got home. So that’s how I come to be where you picked me up. They gave me some food and a few bucks for coffee and cigarettes, and then they were gone.” All the time he had been telling me his story, he was slowly sliding his knee against mine. I was wearing shorts, and his jeans were torn at the knee, so we were making actual skin contact. I was trying my best to stay focused on my driving, but my cock was getting harder and harder. “I think you really liked my story,” the boy said. “I see you got a hard-on, and I do believe that’s pre-cum seepin’ through your shorts right there.” He reached over and put his hand on the large bulge that was pressing out from inside my shorts and I looked down. Sure enough, there was a wet spot showing there. I must have blushed red because he said, “Don’t sweat it, man. Shows you’re alive. If a tale like mine didn’t get you going, you’d be a dead fish, or at least a queer. You’re not a queer are you?” he asked. “What if I am?” I asked. “I haven’t tried to take advantage of you. I saw your scars, remember?” I said, trying to make a joke of it. “Shit, man, it’s no bother to me if you’re queer or straight,” said Geoffrey. “I’ve done it with both kinds and it all cums out the same. Cums. Get it? That’s my own little joke.” “And just what did you do with them?” I asked. “The queers and the straights, I mean.” “Treated them both the same, actually,” the boy answered. “When you’re as horny as you seem to be right now, a blow job is the only way to settle things down, less ‘n you want to pull off the road for a bit and do something else instead?” “No,” I gulped. “A blow job would take care of the problem.” I couldn’t believe I actually said that. I had sex with guys before, but I didn’t pick the kid up with that in mind. Now, it was all I could think of. “Thought as much,” Geoffrey said, and he reached for the buckle on my belt. Once he had that opened, he pulled the zipper down. I hoisted my hips a bit and he slid my shorts and underwear under my bum and down to my ankles. I was driving with cruise control, thank heavens, ‘cause I wouldn’t have been able to work the gas peddle like that. Then he went down on me, taking all seven inches of my rock hard meat into his mouth. He moved his head up and down, and got his hand in underneath my balls to give them some attention. With his tongue, he searched under my foreskin and sucked out all the precum that had gathered there. Then he moved his hand to my cock and, still licking the head, began to pump it for all he was worth. “Keep your eyes on the road, man,” he cautioned, “and I’ll take you on a trip like you’ve never had before.” Geoffrey certainly knew what he was doing and soon brought me to the edge. How I managed to keep the car in the right lane, and moving forward, I’ll never know, but soon I was shooting cum right to the back of his throat and he was swallowing every drop of it. As my cock softened, and my heart rate slowed, he gave my cock a final lick, sat back up, and smiled at me. “If you know a little side road where we can get a little privacy, you can suck me off, too, if you want. Otherwise, I’ll take care of this little problem on my own.” He pulled his zipper down and revealed a beautiful cut cock that had to be at least three inches longer than my own, and thicker, shrouded in dark, curly hair. He gave it a few jerks with his hand, and then stopped. Seeing the off-ramp up ahead that would take me to my motel, I put my turn signal on and he smiled again. “Good man,” he said.


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Chapter 2 At lunch time we met up with Bill in the cafeteria and made plans to go to my place after school. My parents both worked, least wise, since I moved into high school. Before that, my mom worked from home as an editor of a women’s magazine. She accepted a promotion and an office, and I had the run of the house till after 6 pm every weekday and most weekends. Once, when I

Welcoming Dennis, Part 3

Chapter 3 Dennis and Bill were locked in a tight embrace that was proving difficult for me to break up, and having Cissy pulling on my cock as a distraction was no help at all. Bill had sucked Dennis’s tongue into his own mouth and after a moment’s struggle; Dennis gave in and sucked back. Bill was a great kisser, as I knew only too well, but the bet was who could suck Dennis’s

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