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“What’s up dude? What’s going on? Where is everybody?”
Brian asked me in succession as he turned his head bad forth between each question, not sure whether he should focus on the road or focus on the growing budge in my black Speedo…..or ask why I was wearing just the skimpy thing and nothing else in the first place….
“Dave and Mike are sug…………”
Sean and Jon are fug……..”
I stood up from where I was sitting………..
“THIS……….THIS is what’s up………..!!!!!
I replied rolling my Speedo down, aing him see my rock hard cock stig straight out in front of me.
“This is what’s happening up here…..”
I reported to him as I dropped to my knees and started to unzip his khaki shorts and pull his cock out.
“….and who gives a fuck about where anybody else is…..yetting road-head dude…..right nht here…..from ME!!!!………….”
I moved in close to him, I tugged his shorts down over his thighs and theely off, tossed them over into my seat, and sucked Brian’s big, hard, aiful, y eager, wet, warm, dude-loving, mouth, and down my throat, as he tried to stay between the lines on the road.
“UHHHhhhhh…….Ooooohhhhh………Teddy………Fuuuucckkkkkk…….DUUUUDDDDDEEE……That feels so fu good…………………..Don’t………………..Don’t…………….Don’t’ staaaahhhhhhppppppppp………
Brian had blown a big load of his sweet white hot jizz into my mouth, mao stay on the road, and fished my rock hard cock out of my Speedo. We quickly switched places and soon I was andeering the big beast, with Brian on his knees slurping up & down on my hard shaft. There I was, behind the wheel of a forty-five foot Millennium Prevost motor coach, driving up the 101 freeway towards Buellton, with a hot-as-fuck frat-boy dowween my legs, sug my cock, lig my balls, and occasionally slipping his wandering tongue around and almost into my jock-boy ass. This trip was starting out exactly how I had hoped. Brian ma me to a climatid-blowing asm, just as I swung the massive beast into a rest stht he Lompodenberg AFB split at State Route 1. I was licked , kissed, and tucked, before either the dudes in back or the dudes in tow mao make their way out of their own love-making situations and out into the fresh air. I pulled on my shorts, tank, and flip-flops a Brian to explain why we pulled into the rest stop when we had “facilities” on board. I o take a wicked piss, exited through the front door, and made a beeline for the public facilities.
The five other dudes were all sitting at an adjat piic table as I made my way back to the RV. They were chatting about some year-end fraternity party ing up the month. It always amazed me how quickly they were able to go from sexual liaison to “frat-chat” without blinking…..as if nothing had just happened and no one had seen or dohing. I guess I o get used to the “don’t ask ― don’t tell” unspoken rule that these frat-dudes seemed to all share. I wasn’t sure if it was a “guy thing”, a “bi-thing”, or a “shy-thing”, but whatever it was……nobody was gonalking about the “gay-things” we all were just engaged in. It bugged me in a strange way, but if I wao be included, which I really did, I’d have to “play” along. After aen minutes of random versation, we all returo our respective vehicles and tinued our trek towards Lake Cachuma.
We reached our destination as the sun still shone brightly in the western sky. It was still early in the camping/RV season and we were fortuo have a fairly secluded hook-up sight close to the lake, but away from the few other holiday campers due to the large size of Brian’s parents’ RV. We all were assigasks by Dave and Mike, includiing up a few tents far enough away from the RV to allow for some “privacy” even amongst each other. These guys thought of everything. This wasn’t my first “frat-dude” camping trip, so I kind of khe drill. The tents were used for those times when two or more of the dudes would slip off and want to do some “expl” of their “curiosities”. What a bunch of in-denial closeted fags. But, who am I to plain…..frat-meat was on the menu tonight and the night and I was hungry. I had my wood collected, tent pitched, and fishing pole s done and started helping Jonnie and Brian preparing dinner and building our first camp fire. By the time the sun was setting we had already polished off a feast of a steak dinner and several bottles of beer, each, aled in for romised to be a very bromo-erotic evening.
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