Slow Cock Sucking Until They Beg to Cum

Frank and I have been together since we met in college. I guess you'd call it an open relationship, but it isn't that we each like to mess around with other guys. What we like is sharing a third or fourth guy in a 3- or 4-way. We had plenty of opportunities for that while we were in college, had our own place with enough privacy, but after we graduated we found it harder to make contacts. Not that it was impossible, but it wasn't as easy as it was when we were in college and took up a lot of time with bars and all that crap that we didn't really enjoy. We hooked up on the Internet some but most of the time that turned out disappointing.

We were both into porn, spent hours online in chats (mostly M4M Truckers, Dungeons or Fantasy) and reading stories from Taletopia which actually stimulated us more than anything. Most nights we satisfied ourselves with role-play sex scenes modeled after some of the hot stuff we had read on in the gay section of Taletopia. Then one day I happened to read in the newspaper about a law for long distance truckers that for every 10 hours of driving they are required to take an 8 hour rest. We both are turned on big time by trucker fantasies, so that article got me to fantasizing about all those truckers forced to spend 8 hours parked somewhere, probably horny as hell, maybe roaming around looking for relief when they can't sleep. Wouldn't it be hot to get a rig and park it in one of those truck plazas on the Interstate and cruise those horny truckers any time we wanted to. The more I thought about it the more it started to take shape in my mind (and in my crotch).

We had the money to buy a rig, no problem with that, and we both had crappy jobs that gave us weekends off. We were renting a dump of a house outside of town where there was room to park a rig, and nobody for miles around that would give it a second thought seeing a rig parked there. Damn! This was getting better all the time.

So I asked Frank what he thought about the idea and man, it was like a damn burst. The two of us got one idea after another about how hot it would be, how we could do all kinds of stuff, picturing all those truckers and thinking about all the trucker chat and porn we craved. Damn, we were both so high on the idea. We agreed that we ought to sleep on it because it was spinning out of control and maybe we were just getting carried away. So we went to bed, acted out some hot trucker fantasy and eventually fell asleep.

About 3 am I woke up and found Frank sitting at the computer searching online for a rig. When I walked over to look over his shoulder there was a picture of a rig on the screen and all I said was "fuck yeah!". There were a bunch of them to choose from but before the sun came up we'd made our choice and emailed the owner for pictures of the interior. (We had already fantasized about how we would want to fix it up with bunks and, well, other stuff.)

Next day was the longest damn day in history `til we got a reply from the owner with pictures from every angle and measurements and everything we needed to know. Damn if we didn't call the guy before the day was out to say we wanted to come look at the rig the next day (Sunday). The guy was in Peterberg, only about 250 miles from us, and we told him to look for us sometime in the afternoon. He said "any time, guys".

That evening we couldn't talk or think about anything else, speculated about everything imaginable: the rig, how we could fix it up, where we'd park in the truck plaza, what the guy sounded like on the phone, the way he said "any time, guys", what he looked like. Hell, we really got carried away. That night, in bed, we talked about every trucker fantasy we could imagine and worked each other over harder than we ever did before.

It was only about a 4 hour drive but we were on the road before 6 am, broke every damn speed limit to get there and arrived at his place before noon. It was a kinda run down house out in the country, and there was our dream buggy sitting there next to the house looking just like the picture. We got out of the car and, I swear, we got hard just looking at it. Without even being aware of it we were both rubbing our crotches.

We were walking around the rig and enjoying fantasizing when the owner opened the side door of the house and said "Hey guys, I wasn't expecting you `til later." He was holding a mug of coffee, hair messed up and wearing only boxers and a wife beater, obviously just woke up. Probably about 45 years old, solid with a bit of a beer belly, pretty hairy and looking damn good in those boxers.

Frank walked to the door, hand extended saying "Hey, I'm Frank and this is Marty" while (predictably) he just happened to brush his crotch with his other hand. I was a couple of steps behind Frank but I didn't have to see to know where his eyes were straying `cause mine were on the same spot. That meat in his boxers just couldn't be ignored.

The guy's name was Rick. He shook our hands, invited us in and offered us some coffee which we were glad to have. You know damn well we were both checking him out the whole time we were sitting at the kitchen table while he was looking for clean mugs and getting the coffee. Ohhhhh, nice! No wedding ring, dishes in the sink, I figured he's living alone.

Meanwhile he was saying he just got out of bed, was expecting us later, sorry for the mess, all that stuff. (Like we gave a shit!) When he brought the coffee over I was sure he noticed us both checking out his the bounce inside his boxers, but he didn't give any signs or anything. Over coffee he asked if we were truckers (no) if we were planning to be truckers (no) and eventually he said, "Mind if I ask how come you're interested in buying a rig?"

Hell, we hadn't prepared an answer for that one, we both started with uh, um, well, and finally I came up with something like "we have an idea that we're just keeping under our hats for now." (Was it my imagination or was that some kind of knowing smile?)

"Do you even know how to drive this baby?" to which we had to admit the truth which, of course, was no. "Well if you buy it you're gonna have to take it with ya and I don't think yer gonna be towin' it behind yer car."

We looked at each other feeling like dumb fools and there was this dead silence. Finally Frank said, "Do you think you could show us enough to just get it home?" He scratched his belly (grrrrrrrr!) and said "I guess I could show ya the basics, but there's a lot to learn and you're gonna have to get a license. You gotta go to school for that."

Frank said "If you'll just show us how to get it home we'd really appreciate it." I guess you'd say that was the turning point. You know, the one that comes straight out of all the porn stories and videos: "really appreciate it...."

He groped himself and said kind of slowly "Well, I guess I could do that."

Oh shit, MAKE MY DAY! We both answered at the same time "We'd REALLY appreciate it" and `Just let us know what you want" and "Anything you say" and "You name it..." all at once. He knew damn well he was totally in control now (was there ever any doubt?). He just stood up, let us get a good look at the tent in his boxers and it was a done deal.

Without a word he walked in the bedroom and, hell yeah, we followed him in. With his back to us, facing his bed that obviously hadn't been made in weeks, he pulled off his sweaty wife beater and pitched into a pile of dirty clothes in the corner of the room. Then he slowly pulled his boxers down half way to his knees, scratched and tugged on his nuts before he pushed them down and stepped out of them. He brought them to his nose to smell them and instead of pitching them in the corner of the room, pitched them onto the bed. The two of us just stood there watching and shaking with excitement at this scene straight out of one of our porn CDs.

He took his time to lie down on his back, hands under his head, his nasty boxers at his side, his 7" uncut beauty standing at attention and just waited for us to begin. Frank pulled off his Levi jacket and kicked off his shoes while I got rid of my shoes, jacket and tee shirt. Neither of us took time to remove our jeans. Frank got on the bed on his knees between Rick's legs and started licking his balls and I started licking and sucking on his right nipple and playing with the left one. I could smell his pits, not overpowering, but strong like you'd expect from a man who probably hadn't showered in a couple of days. I knew Frank was tasting a good accumulation of ball sweat where he was working because he kept licking a long time.

I kept sucking his nipple and reached across and grabbed his boxers, brought them to my nose and had a good sniff. I figured he wanted me to use them and that's why he pitched `em on the bed, so I stuffed them between my face and his pec while I started using some teeth on his nipple.

I was using my fingers on the other one to measure the kind of pleasure he wanted, testing the limit on how hard he wanted his nipples used. Licking, sucking teasing with my teeth then biting on one nipple while I was rubbing, then pinching and twisting with increasing strength on the other. With every increase of force his moans were louder. There wasn't going to be any limit to the work I could to do here. Made me wonder just how much this guy is into.

I took my mouth off of his right nipple to move to his sweaty pit but first I rubbed his pit with his boxers and smelled `em again. Damn! I laid the boxers on his face and attacked his pit like a hungry animal, biting, sucking chewing while his whole body was writhing and his moaning out of control. And he was chewing on his smelly boxers! (What a hot guy!) Meanwhile, I was pinching his swollen right nipple with my fingernails and stretching it away from his chest. He was groaning with pleasure, chewing and sucking on his own boxers like crazy.

Frank had cleaned his balls with his tongue, and was now sucking and chewing them hard. I knew Frank was in heaven as sweaty ball sacs are his favorite part of a man. He brought his head up for a minute to look at Rick's throbbing cock. It was thick and full hard now, uncut and about 6", the foreskin was stretched tight across the middle of his shiny swollen knob, the slit totally exposed and precum pouring down his shaft. It was a beautiful sight.

Frank started on his cock slowly, first licking up the puddle of precum that had accumulated at the top of his hairy ball sac, then licking precum all the way up the shaft to his slit, pushing the slit open with his tongue to get inside it for more of that sweet juice. Rick was moaning and writhing out of control with ecstasy. Frank used his hand to slowly pull the skin down to expose the rest of Rick's swollen cockhead. Then he started licking all around the sensitive glans with expert, tormentingly slow circles.

I had now moved my mouth to Rick's other nipple, replacing my rough fingers with my teeth, using my free hand to rub his hairy body everywhere I could reach, pinching, pulling and scratching it with my nails. Whatever I did seemed to give him even more pleasure. I was torn between chewing on his nipple and cleaning his other pit. The irresistible smell of his manhood won out and I licked sucked and chewed it to his obvious delight. Damn, I wish I had four hands and two mouths!

Frank is an expert at tormenting a cock with his mouth and I knew from Rick's moans and then his whining that he was getting Frank's full treatment. Frank goes so slow it drives a man crazy, taking endless care of the mushroom head in every conceivable way... playful, forceful, even painful until he has taken full measure of the man's pleasures, fantasies (both known and undiscovered) and his present limits.

Then, only when he knows exactly what is needed, he expertly treats the entire cock in just the way it begs to be treated. Nothing short of the most amazing blow job a man has ever experienced, being brought to the brink repeatedly, ejaculation being held off until the man is nearly screaming for it, and all the while having his limits stretched beyond anything he has ever imagined possible. Frank is the ultimate cocksucker.

After I had thoroughly licked, twisted, pulled, bitten, squeezed and tormented Rick's upper body I got up and moved behind Frank and motioned him to turn around and straddle Rick's waist so he could continue servicing his cock from the top and leave me to work from the other side. By now I knew Rick wanted his balls treated rough so I lifted his legs over my shoulders and attacked his balls with a vengeance. I heard the expected yelp, the insistent "No..." followed by the submissive whining and sobbing and then the mournful "Oh, God..." that was my invitation to continue.

I bit and pulled and twisted, clamped and slapped as he sobbed in ecstasy. He was enjoying it so much that I could sense that I'd better stop and leave the ejaculation control to Frank, so I moved my mouth south. Rick's hole was as fragrant as his balls and pits were before we cleaned them up and was now in serious need of service. His tight rosebud was twitching from my mouth's first touch and responded willingly, begging for the forced entry of my tongue.

By now Frank was using his teeth on Rick's cock in ways Rick had never experienced and never would have thought possible to endure. Rick was sobbing uncontrollably now and Frank sensed that the time for ultimate pleasure had arrived. Signaling me by pushing my head to force even deeper penetration of my tongue into Rick's asshole, he applied the ultimate pain/pleasure to Rick's cock and brought him instantly to an explosive orgasm. Rick shrieked with pleasure and pain as he shot a huge load into Frank's mouth, clamping down on my tongue with every explosive burst.

Only when Rick was totally spent and the crying had stopped, Frank gently slid his mouth off of his now softening cock and sucked the last drops of nectar from the slit. At the same time I eased my tongue from his hole. Now facing each other, Frank and I clamped our open mouths together, not so much a kiss as a transfusion of Rick's load back and forth between us so we could both savor its fantastic bitter sweetness. Gradually we all three came down from the incredible height we had shared to the level of complete, mutual satisfaction. Frank and I had both shot our loads somewhere along the way and there were big wet stains on our jeans.

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written by therigguy