“Know anything about cars?” Rod asked.
“I’m a Cosby kid, remember?” I said.
“Motherfuckin’ Nate.” Rod slammed the hood down and spit on the highway.
He and I both kept trying our phones but had no luck, so we decided to walk to the nearest town. We walked for nearly two hours before we came upon a dilapidated filling station not far from a swamp in the middle of a wooded area. A shiny cobalt BMW was parked beside an old red F150 and a row of rusted, smashed, broken-down cars, some of them decades old. When Rod and I stepped onto the property two angry pit bulls charged toward us, barking and snarling. If they hadn’t been chained they would have ripped us apart. A stout white man, grungy and grease covered, strode after them wielding a leather strap.
“Get your asses back inside!” he shouted. “Get, dogs! Get!”
He was built like an action figure: broad with gigantic swollen slabs of muscle. And he was short: about five feet eight inches I guessed. Dad would have said he was built low to the ground. His blue coveralls were zipped up to the center of his chest; a pelt of burnished blond hair covered it. His craggy, sunburned face held deep creases and his eyes had the predatory glint of an eagle. The name TOMMY was stitched on his coveralls. Once the dogs retreated inside he gave Rod and me a suspicious look, then approached us.
“Here we go,” Rod whispered derisively under his breath. He had been ranting about potential run-ins with tobacco-spitting rednecks since we got on the road. He kicked at the dusty ground and squared his shoulders as the mechanic stepped toward us.
“Fellas need something?” Tommy asked. His Southern drawl was so thick each word he uttered had an extra syllable. I could smell the spearmint gum he was chewing and the pungent odor of tobacco mingled with it.
“Yeah,” I said. “Our car broke down a couple of miles or so up the highway.”
“That’s a bad situation. Walkin’ in this heat… That sun got y’all soppin’ sweat, sure enough. Y’all city boys must not be used to it.” Two dimples punctuated Tommy’s smile as he kept chewing his gum. He looked up at the empty blue sky. “Yep. Bitch of a day. Where y’all headed?”
“Why you wanna know?” Rod asked.
The dogs started barking again.
Tommy looked over his shoulder and bellowed, “I said cut out all that shit goddammit!”
The dogs became quiet again. A cloud passed, momentarily blocking the sunlight.
Tommy’s face looked different in the overcast light, ashen and worn. His rusty blond hair was gray at the roots, and gray hairs coiled among the blond ones on his brawny chest. I looked lower and noticed a decent bulge in his overalls. His eyes, blue as the BMW and fierce, caught mine when I raised my gaze. He winked at me and popped his gum.
“We’re on our way to Atlanta,” I said, “and our car—”
“What y’all drivin’?”
“An Expedition. It just stopped—”
“Found On the Road Dead!” Tommy let out a hearty laugh and scratched his nuts. They looked like two tennis balls in his coveralls. “A new Expedition?”
“Used.” Without thinking I gestured to Rod and said, “His uncle let us borrow it from his lot.”
Tommy scratched his chest hair and spit on the ground. The clouds passed and the sunlight, bright and stinging, returned.
Rod had been lethally silent through the conversation, but he finally blurted out, “Look, man, you gonna fix my ride or fuck around all damn day?”
All the good humor drained from Tommy’s face. “Guess y’all ain’t got no manners up North, do you?”
“What we got is motherfuckers who don’t stand around all goddamn day in the heat jibber-jabbering about bullshit. Now you gonna tow the motherfucker and fix it or what?”
Just then a pockmarked man around sixty, dressed in a business suit twice his size, stepped out of the garage. He stopped at the entrance when he saw us talking to Tommy and stared at all the three of us. He looked like a nervous mouse caught in a maze.
Tommy whipped his head around and looked at him. “Just some customers. Don’t be scared.”
“Guess y’all think we out to rob the place and shit,” Rod said.
Tommy smiled again. “You funny.”
The man in the suit, still staring at us fearfully, took a wad of money out of his pants pocket and handed it to Tommy.
“You like it?” Tommy asked him as he counted the money. “Told you that was some grade-A shit.”
The man kept looking at us. He looked ready to run at the slightest movement from either of us.
Tommy lightly patted his shoulder. “Hey, man, it’s cool. They giving me business.”
The man said, “Sure?”
“You think I’m not?”
Once Tommy finished counting the money he said, “Thanks for the cherry on top, amigo.”
“Sure,” the man said. He stepped over to his car, the BMW, and got behind the wheel. Tommy waved to him as he drove off in a cloud of dust.
“Sorry fellas,” Tommy said, “Another customer.”
“Looks like you’re backed up,” I said.
“Who, him? Nah, he was here for something else. One of my sideline businesses.” He raised his eyebrows a couple of times and winked at Rod.
“How soon can you fix our SUV?” I asked.
“I can fetch it soon as Earl gets back with the tow truck.”
Rod said, “We looking at ten minutes? Twenty?”
Tommy shrugged. “Ain’t no tellin’ with Earl. I s’pect he’ll head on over to the Blue Bucket for some lunch and shoot the shit a while. Probably another hour.”
“Shit!”
“Sorry homie, we’re workin’ men. A man’s gotta eat.” He turned to me, his eyes twinkling, and said, “Ain’t that right?”
The bulge in his pants was getting bigger. If Rod hadn’t been so mad he would have seen it too. Then again, I never knew him to be attracted to white guys.
“You fellas more than welcome to come on in and wait. I got air-conditioning and HBO.”
“We got another fucking choice?” Rod said.
Tommy popped his gum and smiled at me. “I bet he’s real funny on the road, ain’t he?”
Tommy’s dogs barked again as the three of us walked past and into the waiting room in the office of the garage. It was covered in faux wood paneling the color of buttered toast. Three red plastic chairs lined the wall opposite the door. An old floor model television with rotary dials stood in the corner by the door. A Chevy Chase movie was playing.
“Ain’t this nice.” Rod rolled his eyes and dropped himself in one of the chairs.
I stood beside Tommy in front of the television set. An ashtray full of cigarette butts and ashes rested on top of it.
“Sorry this ain’t no Buckingham Palace,” Tommy said to Rod. He snapped his gum loudly and scratched his right nipple, glowering at Rod the whole time.
Rod folded his right leg on his left knee and sighed. “I can’t believe this shit.” He took his iPhone out of his pocket and tapped on the screen. “Still ain’t got no motherfuckin’ bars out here. Fuckin’ boondocks, man. Stuck out here with fuckin’ crackers.”
Tommy’s ears and forehead reddened. A thick green vein snaked across his throat and his eyes widened. “Look here, I ain’t got to take all this shit! You gonna come struttin’ in my place of business talkin’ shit and callin’ folks names y’all can just hightail it on outta here, homie!”
“Listen to this country motherfucker,” Rod groaned.
“Look,” I said to Tommy, “he’s just angry about the car. Don’t mind him. He’s just talking shit.”
“You don’t need to speak up for me.”
“You want to get the car fixed or not?”
Tommy began chewing his gum again. He smirked, looked me over, cleared his throat and tugged at his crotch.
“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked.
“Down there.” Tommy pointed to one of two doors at the end of the small hallway.
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I left the waiting area to go to the bathroom, trusting Rod not to say anything stupid while I was gone. There weren’t any paper towels so I had to air-dry my hands.
I walked back into the waiting area and found him sitting in one of the red chairs. His coveralls were down to his ankles and Rod rested on his knees giving him a blow job.
Tommy rolled his head to the side, spotted me in the doorway, and smiled. “Come get some of this dick, boy.”
I got on my knees beside Rod and put my lips on Tommy’s big hairy balls. Only one could fit in my mouth. Rod, who had been so antagonistic toward Tommy only two minutes before, swallowed Tommy’s dick like a glutton. His spit drooled down Tommy’s thick shaft and onto his balls. I slurped it up. Soon I felt Rod’s hand squeeze my ass.
“Yeah,” Tommy groaned. “Y’all boys like to play. Knew y’all liked dick. Sucking country dick, ain’t you?”
Rod lifted his head and began jerking Tommy’s cock while I kept licking his balls. “Fucking cracker,” he called Tommy.
Tommy smirked. “You like swinging on a cracker’s dick, don’t you boy?”
Rod’s nostrils flared; his eyes shined with rage. My tongue slid out of my mouth and flicked Tommy’s right ball while I massaged his left one. Rod, still jerking Tommy’s cock, spit on the helmet head before he swallowed the full length and buried his face in Tommy’s lap.
“Goddamn, boy,” Tommy groaned. He closed his eyes and started pinching his nipples.
I worked my mouth up Tommy’s dick, slick with Rod’s spit, and together Rod and I licked the head. I placed a hand on Tommy’s hard, hairy thigh and gradually worked it up to his balls and massaged them.
Tommy breathed and moaned like a bull lowing during mating season. “Hell yeah, boy. Uhhh! Y’all get your clothes off. Goddamn!”
Rod was out of his clothes and straddling Tommy’s lap before I could pull my jeans down. They slobbered each other’s face with rough kisses while Tommy squeezed Rod’s juicy high-yellow ass and Rod stroked Tommy’s cock. Swirls of soft blond hair, like wheat pastures, nested at the base. They smelled of sweat, musk and laundry detergent. It was by no means the longest cock I’d ever seen—Rod and I had much longer dicks—but what Tommy lacked in size he more than made up for in girth. Getting fucked by Tommy’s furry beer-can dick would be painful for even the most experienced bottom. Tommy and Rod opened their mouths as wide as they could and twisted their tongues around each other’s. I slurped Tommy’s fat cock, savoring his precum and his ripe stench.
“Yeah. Get on that pig sticker, boy,” he grunted.
My tongue ran the length of this prick before I angled my mouth toward Rod’s asshole. He moaned when I slid my tongue inside his ass.
“Yeah, loosen up your buddy’s ass.”
“You gonna fuck me?” Rod asked.
“I’ma hurt that pretty butt,” Tommy said, before I heard their mouths smacking again.
Tommy spread Rod’s ass as wide as he could. I used my fingers to loosen up Rod’s hole. I started out with two and held them close together, treating them like one instrument. I probed his asshole as deep as I could.
“You know you ain’t got to be shy,” Rod said. “Wreck my hole, bruh.”
I took his cue and worked a third finger past his sphincter. Rod muttered, “Mmm,” and began to fuck himself on my fingers, his asshole gripping them as tight as possible. My fingers were so deep in him I could feel his prostate; I stroked it and Rod’s moaning increased. Soon my whole hand was moving inside of him. The sound from his slicked-up ass was like batter being mixed in a bowl. I wanted to plunge my dick in that sweet hot hole. I took my fingers out and buried my face in his ass before I lowered my head and sucked him off. With my free hand I jerked off my own hard dick.
“You ’bout ready for some white dick?” Tommy asked.
Rod closed his eyes and whispered, “Ooh, Daddy, yes. I want some white dick.”
He smacked Rod’s ass a few times and chuckled like a villain in a cartoon.
I backed up and let Rod wiggle his ass onto Tommy’s dick. He winced as he took Tommy’s stout cock into his butt, gnashing his teeth as if he had cut himself with a knife. He bellowed. His body trembled.
Tommy’s dimples reemerged as he pumped his dick into Rod. “Sweet black ass! Goddamn!”
The echo of their flesh smacking together bounced off the walls. Tommy kicked off his work boots and I pulled off his coveralls and tossed them over the television. Rod’s eyes were shut tight. His moved slowly on Tommy’s chubby cock at first, but he gradually increased his tempo and rode Tommy’s dick faster than Tommy could thrust into him. But Tommy quickly caught up with Rod’s manic pace and their hard muscular bodies crashed into each other with perfect synchronization.
“Going to town on my johnson, ain’t you boy?”
“Oh, yeah, Daddy.”
“Like gettin’ off on redneck dick, huh?”
“Shit… Uhh! Uhh!”
“Hillbilly dick done made you a bitch, ain’t it?”
“Hell, yeah.”
Tommy forced Rod’s mouth onto his, and they shared a sloppy kiss. I stood behind them jerking off. I stuck a finger in my mouth to get it wet then slid it up my own hole. I wanted a turn with both of them.
Tommy took a finger and started poking at Rod’s asshole while he kept plowing him. Rod slowed his ride and milked Tommy’s dick with his ass.
“Yeah,” Tommy whispered between kisses, “you know what you doin’.” He kept prodding Rod’s hole until he worked his finger inside along with his thick dick. Rod didn’t seem to notice at first but when Tommy inserted a second finger and stretched his sphincter, Rod yelped.
“You feeling good,” Tommy told him rather than asked him. “Gonna give you what you need, boy.” He looked at me and gestured to Rod’s dark round butt. “Get in this ass, boy.”
He slipped out of Rod’s hole just before I rammed my slick cock up his ass. Rod gasped. His buttcheeks quivered and his sphincter tightened around my dick. I didn’t waste any time plowing his hole.
“Got a bull black dick slammin’ up in your guts.” Tommy jerked his cock and ran his tongue along his thin lips while I gave Rod’s ass a thorough pounding. “We gonna breed you, boy.”
Rod’s ass felt so snug and wet around my dick I didn’t think I could hold back my jizz another minute, but just before I was about to squirt inside of him Rod moved off my dick and squatted on Tommy’s cock again. They fucked for a few minutes before Rod raised his haunches and let me slide my dick back into him. We went back and forth like that for about ten minutes before Tommy stuck his dick back up Rod’s ass, looked at me and said, “You too. Stick that ass.”
I thought Rod would resist but he didn’t flinch at all when I began to insert my cock inside of his asshole along with Tommy’s. I didn’t think we could accomplish the task because of Tommy’s large girth. I tried being gentle; I didn’t want to hurt Rod. But his asshole wasn’t able to stretch wide enough to accommodate both Tommy’s beer-can cock and my ten inches.
“Just keeping workin’ it,” Tommy urged me. “This boy needs two dicks.”
My wet dick slid against Tommy’s as I worked to penetrate Rod’s ass along with him. Soon I could feel the heat of Rod’s asshole surround the mushroom head of my dick. He sucked in a huge breath and I saw him gnash his teeth.
“You takin’ them dicks,” Tommy demanded. His hands were still grasping Rod’s ass, spreading his cheeks.
I kept pushing my cock in slowly until about a third of my dick, just over three inches, was inside of him.
Rod panted softly while he moaned, “Shit…shit…shit…”
The only other DP I ever had was with Rod and a white girl he had been messing around with named Hailey. I could feel his big dick sliding in her ass while I fucked her pussy. As good as it felt this was much better. Nothing separated my cock from Tommy’s cock. They slid against each other while we stretched out Rod’s hole. Rod moaned; his whole body became stiff and
he dug his fingers into Tommy’s chest just as Hailey had done to me. Gradually his moans became full-out screams.
“You gonna take it, boy,” Tommy said. “Be a fuckin’ man and take them dicks.”
I stepped onto the couch, planting one foot on each side of Rod and Tommy, and I held on to Rod’s shoulders to keep my balance. This allowed me to penetrate him deeper. Now I could get about half of my dick into him, which pushed out Tommy’s cock. He pushed it back in, and when he did we both started thrusting in and out. Rod’s screams quieted to muffled whimpers before he silenced completely. The three of us fucked quietly for a few minutes, breathing hard and grunting from time to time, until Tommy, in a low voice, asked, “You like it?”
“Yeah.” Rod kissed him, then he raised his head so I could kiss his plump lips. My tongue traced his lips then slithered into his mouth.
Tommy said, “I’m lovin’ your ass, baby. Like your big dick slidin’ on my chest.”
“Yeah, Daddy,” Rod whispered.
“I’m your Daddy?”
“Um-hmm.”
“You like a white Daddy and a black stud stretching you out?”
“Hell, yeah.”
They kissed. Tommy and I had been moving in and out of Rod slowly but Rod began to hit his ass harder. Then so did I. I pushed into him as far as I could, and with my hands still holding on to his shoulders I forced Rod to bounce on our cocks. His big round ass jiggled a bit and his hole, slick from the mix of sweat, spit and precum, squished and farted as Tommy and I rutted deep inside him. I swung my ass back as far as I could and clenched it tight when I thrusted. My back, armpits and the backs of my knees were slick with sweat. Every muscle in my body ached and strained from holding my position in back of him so long. I wanted to stop and change positions but lust wouldn’t let me.
“Want me to dirty up your hole?” Tommy grabbed Rod by the throat.
“Yeah, baby.”
“Breedin’ you now, boy. Fuck! Yeah!”
Rod’s asshole became wetter and hotter. Tommy’s body convulsed; he bellowed and choked Rod so hard he gagged. I continued fucking Rod, ready to reach my own orgasm.
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