Highway Hustle

by Roland Graeme

  “I’ll join you—in more than one,” Joey volunteered. There was nothing shy about my precocious sibling! The hitchhiking hustler, the truck stop slut, was ingratiating himself with Mirco, sucking up to him, behaving like an experienced male whore. Like me, in short!

  Mirco broke out a bottle of whiskey, and the three of us drank. Joey and I got comfortable, kicking off our shoes.

  “You know what I’d like to do?” Mirco asked.

  “I’ve got a pretty good idea,” Joey joked. I glared at him.

  “The truth is, I’d like to start off by just watching you two make love,” Mirco said, looking and sounding more excited with each passing moment. The front of his sweatpants was protruding outward, the fabric stretched taut, tent-like, over the rigid pole of his prong. “Gay incest—it’s always been a hot fantasy of mine.”

  “Well, you’ve come to the right couple of guys,” Joey replied, breezily. “Jason and I have been having sex with each other ever since we were old enough to make jizz.”

  I was speechless. This was news to me! Although, despite my shock at my brother’s brazen disregard for the truth, I had to admit it—he was good at playing this game! He was just telling our john what he wanted to hear, after all.

  “You never told me that, Jason,” Mirco told me.

  “It must’ve slipped my mind,” I said, drily. “It’s not the sort of thing that comes up in the course of ordinary conversation, is it?” I decided to get a little of my own back, with Joey. “Come on, baby bro,” I told him. “Let’s show Mirco how much you enjoy being my submissive little bitch. He really likes it, Mirco. He does everything I tell him to do, and then he just keeps begging me for more.”

  Now it was Joey’s turn to give me a furtive dirty look. I could tell he wanted to kill me!

  But I also knew that a little anger could increase one’s sex drive, and that’s what happened on this occasion, as things turned out.

  Mirco was sitting in an armchair, positioned so that it faced the side of the bed. Joey and I had been seated on the bed, and we stayed on it as I enfolded him in what probably looked, at first, like a rather clumsy embrace—one which was more fraternal than sexual.

  But then things heated up, fast! Joey placed his hand behind my neck and his fingers ran through my hair as he drew my face to his.

  “Kiss me, bro,” he murmured. “Come on, give me a nice big sloppy one!” Our lips were already brushing so closely together that his mouth tickled mine as he spoke. We were well on our way to crossing a line, violating a taboo.

  I thought about the money, about how generous Mirco always was when it came to tipping. Determined to earn that cash, I stifled my qualms. I made love to Joey—who responded with a fervor which suggested he had no misgivings whatsoever.

  My arms wrapped themselves more confidently around him, and his arms tightened their grip on my neck and back, fusing our bodies together. He rubbed his mouth slowly and voluptuously over mine, and then he parted his lips and his tongue slithered out, serpent-like, to touch and tease my own tongue. He let out an excited little gasp, and then, suddenly, his mouth was eagerly crushing itself against mine, kissing me so passionately that it took my breath away.

  Shit! There I was, necking with my kid brother! And the worst part of it was—instead of feeling any guilt or self-disgust whatsoever, I was getting off on it!

  Aw, fuck! Talk about a surefire way to go straight to hell! I was committing incest with my own brother, with my own flesh and blood. And I was loving it! I was already beginning to think of the sexy little fucker not as my sibling, but as a sex partner.

  Joey seemed to feel the same way. He was making love to me, without hesitation, without shame, without scruples. I surrendered to the hot lust I could feel sweeping through me. I accepted the risk of hellfire and damnation! I made love to my brother.

  We fell slowly back onto the bed, with Joey on top of me, while we continued to kiss. I pulled his T-shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and I ran my hands up his bare back. His skin was warm and smooth, the muscles rippling under my fingers as he squirmed and he ground his crotch against mine. Our dicks pulsed together through our pants. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my own agitated fuck tool.

  We rolled over onto our sides. My hand slid down his back and inside the seat of his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and my fingers massaged and squeezed the solid flesh of his bare ass cheeks. He groaned, tightening his sphincter muscle, preventing my exploring fingertip from invading his asshole.

  Mirco groaned, too. “This is so fucking hot,” he declared. “Come on, guys, get those clothes off. Let me see you naked, both of you. I want to compare those beautiful bodies of yours.”

  Joey became surprisingly aggressive with me. Not giving me a chance to start undressing myself, he broke our kiss, popped open the waistband button of my pants, and unzipped my fly. He extracted my stiff dick from my boxer shorts, pulling it out through the undergarment’s gaping fly. Before I could react, he’d rolled me flat on my back on the bed, and then he slid down the length on my torso, to kneel between my legs. Hastily, he yanked my pants and boxers down to my knees, then worked them off my legs and feet, and tossed them aside. His head burrowed between my thighs and his tongue began to lick them, working its way quickly up to my balls.

  Joey’s hands were already reaching upward, pushing my sweatshirt up under my armpits, baring my abs and pecs. I wrestled out of the garment, so that I was naked except for my socks. Breaking away from Joey, I peeled the socks off my feet, while he tore off his own clothes as though the fabrics were irritating his skin.

  “Oh, yeah!” I heard Mirco moaned, when we were both nude.

  Joey attacked my groin again with his lips and tongue. It takes one to know one, as they say, and all I could think was, what a whore! The little slut was having the time of his life, doing everything he could to turn on his big brother—who, I admit, was already so horny that he didn’t need much additional stimulation.

  Greedily, Joey scooped up both of my balls and he stuffed them deeply inside his mouth. So deftly that it was obvious he’d done it before, often!

  “Fucking hell!” I cried. “Who’d you learn that from?” One of his truckdriver tricks, I guessed. He grunted, the sound emerging as decidedly smug.

  I lay back and I closed my eyes, while he began to suck on my nuts. He knew just what to do with his mouth and tongue, with his spit, and I could feel my cock hardening to an even greater degree of rigidity while he worked on me. I ran my hand through his disheveled hair. His mouth tugged insistently on my scrotum, easing my balls from cheek to cheek, and licking every bit of their hairy surface with the hot wet tip of his tongue.

  “Beautiful—oh, just beautiful,” Mirco crooned. He sounded out of breath, and I didn’t have to open my eyes and look at him to know he was masturbating. “This is driving me crazy, but I love it,” he said, confirming my suspicion. “I’m edging myself—I want to come so bad, it hurts! But not yet. Not yet! I want to drag this out. I want this to last for a long time.”

  Joey’s mouth slipped off my testicles and moved up to my cock. He took a firm grip on my erection and he began to lick it until it was quivering violently against his lips. I thought I was going to go crazy, too, just like Mirco! Joey teased me, stroking all around my glans with his tongue, and just barely sliding it between his lips, only to back off and swipe his slippery wet tongue down to my balls again.

  “Put it in your mouth and suck it for real, you prickteaser,” I told him.

  He looked up at me with a diabolic gleam in his eyes—and then he obeyed me, taking my dick into his mouth and going down on it, right to the hilt.

  Talk about being careful what you wish for! I thought I’d climax on the spot. My butt rose from the mattress, driving my cockhead down into my brother’s throat. My whole body shuddered, every muscle tensing and vibrating from the strain. I desperately sucked breath down into my lungs. My skin was flushed red, dotted with bea
ds of sweat which quickly turned into large, dripping rivulets. Lust throbbed through my loins and my mouth-embedded prick, like a painful open wound, hot and burning, stinging me.

  Joey held all of my manhood inside his mouth and throat for a moment, and then, slowly, he backed off and he began to suck me—expertly. His lips were locked in a tight ring around my cockshaft, but he kept them rolled over the edges of his teeth to cushion them, so that he didn’t scrape my sensitive flesh. Then, as though a switch had been thrown somewhere inside him, my sexy kid brother turned into a sex machine! His head bobbed wildly up and down in my lap, his mouth pumped away on my meat, and his tongue became an instrument of delightful torture, lashing all over my cock flesh like a tiny whip.

  “Suck—suck—suck!” I heard myself chanting, monotonously.

  Groping blindly downward, I grabbed his shoulders and I squeezed them, hard, my pelvis undulating to thrust my cock up at his mouth. With dogged determination, he took me right down to my balls with each and every descent of his mouth, snorting for breath through his nostrils, his juicy lips slobbering over me, drooling saliva, and his hot tongue searing my tingling penis.

  Incredibly, his mouth pumped still faster, as though he was hell-bent upon making me come. His tangled, sweaty hair swept across my abs like skeins of silk each time he plunged his lips down around me. I could feel him coaxing me ever closer to ejaculation. Had he kept up that amazing fellatio much longer, I’d have given him my load to swallow. But, as I’d tried to explain to him, we weren’t there to indulge in our own mutual pleasure, except incidentally. No, we had a paying customer to take care of.

  I grabbed a fistful of his hair and, none too gently, I forced him to stop sucking my cock. Drops of spittle rained from his lips as I held his face still close to my groin, but no longer in direct contact with my aching, fiercely pulsating prick. I’d interrupted the blow job just in time. My piss slit gaped open, looking like a fish’s mouth, and a bubble of frothy pre-cum oozed up within the gap.

  “Stop,” I panted. “I don’t want to come yet. And I’m sure Mirco doesn’t want me to come yet, either. I know he wants to play, too.”

  As I spoke, holding Joey at bay, I looked up, toward Mirco. What a picture! He’d shed his sweats and he was sprawled in the chair, nude. Leaning back, he had his legs spread wide and resting on the arms of the chair, so that not only his cock and balls, but his ass, which was tilted upward and outward, were obscenely on display. And he was indeed masturbating. With one hand, he fisted his angry-looking, swollen, discolored dick. With the other, he was playing with his asshole, shamelessly finger-fucking himself. His eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets as he stared at our two naked bodies, thrashing about with such abandon on the bed.

  Seeing such a good-looking guy playing with himself so brazenly did nothing to reduce my level of lust. My sperm was simmer, ready to boil over.

  “Don’t just sit there playing with yourself, Mirco,” I demanded. “Come here! Get your ass on this bed and let us have that dick. Put it to use. Don’t waste your cum. We want it!”

  I was being awfully damn bossy, for a stud for hire, but Mirco didn’t seem to mind. He jumped out of the chair as though he’d suddenly been given an electric shock, and he literally leaped onto the bed, landing on it beside us with a loud thud, making the mattress roll and waver under the impact of his added weight.

  Shark-like, Mirco went into a feeding frenzy, shoving his head in between my groin and Joey’s, moving his mouth back and forth rapidly between Joey’s cock and mine, using his hand to stroke whichever male organ he wasn’t sucking on at a given moment. Joey was kissing me on my mouth again, with total, open-mouthed, tongue-sucking, spit-swapping abandon, as though we were a pair of horny adolescents making out while on a date, just discovering sex for the first time. My baby bro was in danger of making me seem downright chaste, by comparison!

  But his oral feast wasn’t enough to satisfy Mirco’s raging lust. He happened to be sucking my cock and fisting Joey’s, when he abruptly whipped his mouth off my meat.

  “Fuck me!” he demanded, looking and sounded like a demented man. “Both of you! One after the other! Shove your dicks up my ass! Yeah—and better yet, both of you screw me at once, if you can! Double penetrate me! Double penetrate me, let me have both of your big hard cocks rammed up my butt at once!”

  “I don’t know, dude,” Joey said, salaciously. “Not sure that little hole of yours can take both of these big fucking dicks at once.”

  “Try it! Stick them in me!” Mirco insisted. “Tear me wide open, oh, rip me apart! But fuck me! Double fuck me! Please!”

  I’d heard of alcoholics suffering from the DTs, short for delirium tremens. Well, Mirco was a sex addict, suffering from the DPs—a desperate need for double penetration.

  Still, as eager as he was to attempt the stunt, I didn’t want to hurt the dude.

  “We’d better that hole of yours stretched out, first, one on one,” I suggested. “Before we get too carried away.”

  “No, I know how to do it,” Joey bragged. “I’ve seen them do it in porn videos.”

  The kid seemed to have racked up quite a lot of sexual experience, direct and vicarious, in an amazingly short time.

  Joey stretched out on his back on the bed. “Sit on my dick,” he told Mirco, who did so, although not before he grabbed the lube and slicked up my brother’s dick. Facing Joey, my married john impaled himself on the boy’s prick.

  “Uh!” Mirco gasped. “Big fucking cock! It’s just like your big brother’s. Uh, that thing is really filling me up!”

  “Maybe there’s not enough room in your butt for you to take two of them up there at the same time,” I suggested, cautiously. That was me, all right—ever the voice of reason!

  But Mirco was insistent, a man on a mission. “No, I want to give it a try. I want to be double fucked, you studs.”

  Well, it was his funeral! I swiped plenty of the lube over my own erection. Kneeling behind Mirco, straddling both his legs and Joey’s, I aimed my phallic gun at the target of Mirco’s already-plugged pucker. Mirco leaned forward over Joey’s torso, kissing him. His ass cheeks split wider apart, giving me a good look at the way my brother’s cockshaft was penetrating him, and providing me with easy access to that enticing butt cleft.

  I nudged my glans against the stretched-open sphincter. Carefully, I forced myself inside the anus. My cock slid inside. There was a great deal of friction, and I couldn’t move my hard-on around inside Mirco as freely as I ordinarily could when I fucked a guy. But my shaft was pressed against Joey’s, rubbing against it—an extraordinary sensation, both physical and psychological. My kid brother and I were both screwing this hot man!

  Mirco went ape shit crazy, absolutely insane with lust. The poor guy couldn’t even speak coherently at first. He emitted a whole range of desperate-sounding sex noises, ranging from choked whimpers to loud wails to full-out shrieks. His anus spasmed around our pressed-together cockshafts, his internal muscles out of control.

  “Yeah, bro!” Joey exclaimed, as we continued to pummel Mirco with our dicks. “Fuck his ass! Let’s fuck him together, give the dude a double load of cum! There’s nothing like teamwork, is there?”

  Chapter Nine: The Family Business Takes a Quirky Turn

  I was having a lurid erotic dream. It was the kind of reverie which made you think you were about to cream, all right! Wetting the bedclothes with your spontaneously spurted sperm!

  I was sucking on a big, fat, and very hard cock. The uncut meat filled my mouth, and it tapped a steady flow of saliva from me as I worked on it. I was administering a first-class blow job, if I do say so myself. Carefully, almost cold-bloodedly, I coordinated the suctioning action of my lips around that prick with the relentless, rhythmic licking of my tongue on the veiny shaft as my eager and hotly aroused sex partner pumped it in and out of my mouth.

  I drew back, almost as far the very tip of the glans, and as I did so I ran my tongue first under the retracted
foreskin, swabbing it out, and then over the shaft in a sidelong pattern, licking the whole underside of the erection. That drove the guy I was going down on wild!

  “Aw, fucking hell, bro!” he cried. “You’re killing me! You’re just too damn at sucking cock, you whore! That mouth—that tongue of yours—they’re going to suck another load of cum right out of me!”

  Who was this guy? And why was he calling me bro?

  “Yeah, suck him, Jason,” another male voice chimed in. “But while you’re sucking his dick, let me have yours.”

  I fed the cock back inside my mouth and I deployed my tongue in a forward-stroking motion, as though I was trying to keep an ice cream cone from melting before I could enjoy it. The recipient of the fellatio really lost it, then.

  “Uh!” he gasped. His legs shot up from the bed and his thickly muscled thighs tightened their grip around my head. His hands seized my head and he pushed down, forcing my mouth to swallow every inch of his prick, and reaming out my throat.

  But then I echoed his gasp. “Uh,” I exclaimed, when I felt a hot mouth, which obviously belonged to the second man, take possession of my own fuck tool. I heaved my butt up from the bed on which the three of us were lying, thrusting myself at my cocksucker’s face.

  My hands groped blindly until they found his head. Then, I clenched my fingers tightly into his hair. I forced his head to pump up and down on my dick, which I drove deeply into his mouth and down his throat. Whoever he was, he took it without hesitation, without complaint.

  “Suck it, Jason!” the young man I was blowing shouted. “Suck my hot dirty cock, bro!”

  Suck me, you hot-mouthed cocksucker, whoever you are! I wanted to order the guy who was going down on me. But my mouth, of course, was full. And speech, had I been capable of it at the moment, would have been superfluous, a waste of breath. The dude was sucking me as though his life depended upon extracting the semen from my swollen, aching balls.

  I imitated his example, sucking away mindlessly, thinking of nothing except the dick in my mouth. I was going to ejaculate. I was about to fill my cocksucker’s hungry mouth and throat with my sperm. And, at the same time, I knew I would soon be receiving the gift of the other guy’s spurted male seed. I sucked harder—!