An Erotic Juggalo Odyssey Ep 02 Ch 04

DISCLAIMER

: This story is in no way endorsed by or affiliated with the Insane Clown Posse or Psychopathic Records. It is NOT implied that ICP or any real persons mentioned in this story are depicted accurately or condone the behaviors portrayed. It also does not attempt to define or exemplify the Juggalo lifestyle. There are Juggalos of all races, all classes, all genders, and all sexual orientations, and this story is only meant to reflect a small, fictional group within that larger whole.

Recap

:

Liz and Matt are at the

Southern Nevada Crazy F#$*ing HorrorCore Fest

making new friends and finalizing plans to share a ride cross-country to the Gathering of the Juggalos. Having settled the arrangements, Liz and Matt spend the day enjoying the music and crazy ninjas there. (Spoiler: This chapter ends on a cliffhanger.)

EPISODE 2: HOT TICKET

Chapter 4: Coitus Interruptus

I-15 NORTH

NEVADA

By the time the final band of the day, the Hatchet Wounds, started playing their encore, Matt and Liz had already left the parking lot in the dust. Missing the few final songs seemed a small sacrifice in order to avoid the inevitable traffic jam that would form when the festival let out.

When they hit the I-15 on-ramp, they could see headlights start to turn on by the dozens in the distance.

"Good timing," Matt said pointing towards them as he pushed the pedal to the floor. The speed limit there was 75 mph, most cars went faster, but Matt's piece of shit maxed out at 65ish...and that was only on flat terrain with no headwind.

"Those are some interesting Juggalos we'll be traveling with," Liz said as she cracked the window a little, letting a warm breeze in. "It sure won't be a boring trip."

"You're telling me?" he guffawed, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "You never know who you'll meet on the old intra-web. There are some wackos out there."

"Understatement," Liz sniggered under her breath.

"But," he continued, "we got a ride."

"And all joking aside, they seem nice enough."

"Oh yeah. Very nice. They even offered to let me jack-off on the driver, which is about as nice as you can get when meeting someone for the first time!" They both laughed and Matt added, "What did she actually say? 'Go and shoot your shit on her and get you a free nut?'"

"Something like that," Liz managed between uncontrollable giggling.

"I have to admit, that's a first for me!"

They both continued laughing raucously, paraphrasing the more outrageous bits of conversation they had with their new friends and, of course, commenting plenty on Kevin's especially unique features. It made for an almost full five minutes of side-splitting talk and goofing about as they put Goodsprings behind them.

When the laughter finally subsided and Liz caught her breath again, she eventually asked, "What did you think about that circle jerk, huh?"

"You mean the bukkake?"

Liz cocked her head to the side and scrunched her nose. "I guess you could call it that." She took a moment to think it through and she reasoned that bukkake

was

probably more accurate. Kathy was the target for the jerking guys' cumshots, and that's what a bukkake was, right? A bunch of dudes shooting their loads onto a girl -- or guy -- who relished bathing in the semen.

"Yeah, bukkake," she affirmed. "It was something crazy, wasn't it?"

"It sure was," Matt nodded. He took his left hand off of the steering wheel, brushed the hair out of his face, and rested his elbow on the window ledge. His window was cracked a little, too, circulating air in the otherwise stuffy car.

Liz shifted in her seat to face Matt directly and said, "I mean, we've both seen videos of stuff like that, right? Or pictures. But tell me honestly, did you ever think you'd see a dozen guys shooting their loads onto a girl in real life? In public? At a fucking concert?" She pulled at the seatbelt strap that cut across her chest and slid it behind her back so that only the lapbelt held her, allowing her to sit cross-legged and lean against the door.

"It wasn't even set up, you know?" she continued energetically. "It wasn't some shoot for a video or an internet thing. It was real. That Kathy girl simply plopped down on a spot of dirt, threw up a sign, and got some random dudes to whip out their shit and jerk off on her. How the fuck does that even happen?"

"I don't know," Matt said, eyes fixed on the road. "But it definitely happened."

Liz shifted uncomfortably in her seat and sighed. There was quiet aside from the hum of the highway speeding away under the tires of the car and the air from the windows. Neither one of them said anything for what seemed like an eternity until Liz abruptly broke the silence.

"Can I tell you something?"

Matt turned his head for a second and saw the odd expression Liz had on her face. Her brow was furrowed and even though the mussed paint that still covered her face showed an exaggerated smile, he could tell she was grimacing.

"Of course. You can tell me anything -- you know that. What's up?"

"You won't think I'm crazy?"

"I always think you're crazy," he said with a smile. "Nothing you say is going to change that."

She smiled a little, too.

"I feel so embarrassed saying this, but I want to. And I know I can tell you anything because you're my best friend and you won't judge me, right?"

"Do you really have to ask that?" Matt said with a cocked eyebrow.

"No, but I still feel better saying it out loud." She knew she didn't need to ask, but for some reason she felt the need for verbal reassurance at the moment.

"I gotcha," he nodded. His eyes focused back on the road as if he didn't want to make eye contact until he knew what the upcoming, unknown revelation entailed.

Liz took a deep breath and let the words roll off her tongue rapid fire-like. "I found that bukkake really hot," she said. "Incredibly hot. So hot that I can't stop thinking about it. I mean I've seen the videos and they never really did much for me, never even got me close to getting off, but seeing it live really turned me on. I couldn't take my eyes off it. A part of me even wanted to get closer to get a better view. I was really tempted to get right behind the girl so I could see everything straight on, from just over her shoulder. Of course I didn't, but I was tempted."

Matt didn't take his eyes off the road, but he blinked a few times. After a pause, he said, "You're not the only one who got turned on. It was really something."

"I'm getting wet right now just talking about it," she blurted without thinking. But as soon as the words came out of Liz's mouth, she felt her skin crawl. She couldn't believe she actually said

that

out loud. Instinctively, she giggled nervously and continued talking to try and sweep that little comment under the rug.

"So what did you think when she asked you to join in?" Liz asked. "Erin, that is. That was completely shocking to me. I know you said, 'No,' but did you consider it? Were you tempted?"

"Not really." Matt cleared his throat with a cough and added, "Don't get me wrong, the idea caused some stirrings down there..." He awkwardly motioned towards his crotch. "...but I couldn't do something like that. In front of all those people? I'm not a showman when it comes to that stuff. I knew I couldn't jump in there. Too embarrassing." He tilted his head and shrugged. "Maybe if I had a few drinks in me..." he teased.

Matt, of course, had not drunk or smoked at all at the fest because he was driving. Neither had Liz, for that matter, but that was mainly in solidarity with Matt. Though they like to party, Liz, Matt, and Mayra never drove under the influence of anything -- not even a single drink. They had made a promise to each other after a mutual friend, Flip, had tragically died in a drinking related crash about two years before. Since then, when they went out together they either had a designated driver or made alternate plans to get home.

"Even then though," Matt continued, "Even if I had been drinking or something, I doubt I would have. Still too extreme for me."

"I would have loved to watch you do it," she confessed, but then she quickly added, "but I'm glad you didn't either."

"Why's that?" Matt sounded surprised. "The 'glad' part, I mean."

"I don't know," she replied, but internally she did know.

There was a part of her that would have loved watching him jerk off that afternoon onto Kathy -- whipping out his beautiful cock and unabashedly stroking it in the crisp Nevada sunshine next to a dozen other guys in clown makeup -- but there was another part of her, a stronger, more intense part, that didn't like the idea of sharing him.

It was a jealousy that one felt towards a lover, but she didn't want to admit that to herself. She and Matt were friends and had never been more than that. They had never been in a romantic relationship together even though they had drunkenly fooled-around dozens of times -- with the latest being on the rooftop of their trailer scarcely a week earlier. 'Fooling around' was the key phrase here. They were simply having fun together and nothing more, her thoughts insisted. Theirs was a closeness of best friends, not lovers. However, she still felt faint pangs of jealousy whenever he was intimate with someone else, especially females.

Because Erin had specifically asked and because they'd be traveling with her in the near future, jacking it in front of her took on a different meaning than the 'innocent' fun Liz experienced with Matt. Erin felt like a predator at that moment -- competition for Matt's affections even though Liz wasn't officially playing that game. Or was she...

Liz didn't like to admit to herself that sometimes she had more complicated feelings toward Matt. She buried them deep, and Matt's bisexuality made it easy for her. It was twisted, but somehow Liz had no problem accepting it when Matt went out with men. She told herself that maybe it was because they could give him something that she couldn't, as she had only woman parts.

With women it was different. It was rare that Matt would be in a relationship with a woman, but when he was, Liz's reaction to the situation had been uneasy at best. During these times, she would make it a point to not be home when he was, or if she was, she'd lock herself away in her room and busy herself on some nonexistent project. Luckily, Matt seldom brought women back to the trailer, and he rarely ever talked about dating them. Liz attributed this to Matt preferring men over women, borderline gay rather than bi, but she secretly knew that there was a good chance this was simply wishful thinking on her part...

"And I agree with you."

Liz was plucked out of her thoughts by Matt's sudden statement. How long had she been silent?

She turned to him and asked, "Agree with me?"

"Yeah, even talking about it is turning me on a hell of a lot. You're not the only one aroused."

Liz bit her lip and did not respond.

"You said it was making you wet," he offered. "A few moments ago..."

"I know," she sighed. "It just sorta came out. I was hoping you didn't notice. That's embarrassing."

"No, it's not. That's what I'm saying -- it turns me on, too."

"You're just saying that so I don't feel like the freak," she dismissed him, "but thanks for the sentiment."

Matt grunted. "I'm hard as a rock right now."

Liz laughed bluntly. "No you're not."

"I totally am. Go ahead and check if you don't believe me."

As soon as the offer was thrown, Liz felt a warm flush wash over her face. Luckily it was dark and she had the paint on, otherwise it would be obvious even in dim light that she was blushing from ear to ear. She knew he was joking about her checking, but they often joked with each other like this and then pushed to see how far the other would go with it. She definitely wanted to touch his cock, so she played along.

"Oh, I would have to check because I think you're just trying to be nice and make me feel unembarrassed."

"Go right ahead," he said as he moved his left hand back to the steering wheel and pretended to focus intently on the road.

Liz could tell he was watching her out of the corner of his eye, so she smiled as she slowly inched her arm across the median. She placed her palm on his thigh, and his leg tensed.

She squeezed and looked up at his face, but he kept his eyes on the road, carefully betraying no emotion.

Inch by inch, she guided her hand up his leg until she reached his hip. There, she changed directions and her hand started to cross onto his pelvis. As soon as she reached the fly of his pants, her hand bumped into a rigid crease that pressed outward against the denim -- too long to be a button and too wide to be a zipper. She let her fingers trace the long, sloping ridge as it rose from the base of his fly and grew taller as it stretched upward to his belt. She squeezed the hidden member between her thumb and fingers, feeling it pulse as blood coursed through his veins.

"I think I may have found something," she said coyly.

His breathing intensified, but his voice betrayed no feeling. "Maybe. Or it might simply be the seam of my jeans. I can't be sure because I'm concentrating on driving. You might have to investigate further."

Was this an invitation to unzip him? She wondered. While they had done things like this plenty, she tried to remember a time when either of them was totally sober during the activity. This might have been the first.

* * *

Leaving Matt's belt buckled, her fingers unfastened the button underneath and she slid the zipper open in one continuous motion. Inside his jeans, blue boxers with pictures of the

Mighty Death Pop

on them popped out and pitched a slanting tent between her hands. Liz squealed in delight and dug her nails into Matt's hips.

"There's something here," she said before pausing for effect. She slowly leaned forward and grinned. "But I'm not a hundred percent on what it is just yet. It could be a hard on, but..." She clicked her tongue.

Matt played along. "I wish I could help you figure it out, but I'm driving. Got to focus on the road and keep us safe." He waited a beat then added, "Make sure you're certain though."

Liz shivered in delight. Those were the words she hoped to hear.

She pulled on either side of his boxers, forcing open the fly that was sewn into them. Immediately the tip of his cock poked through, and after a slight adjustment of his shorts, she exposed the full length of his shaft.

He was fully erect, skin pulled taut and veins pulsing. The lights from the highway alternately lit and cast shadows on his long member in a strange rhythm as they moved, obscuring a perfect view and giving it a sense of mystery even though Liz had seen this particular cock many times before.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "It's definitely hard..."

While Matt sat silent and apparently motionless (aside from gently guiding the steering wheel), Liz noticed a smile creeping up at the corner of his mouth. This egged her on further.

She put her hand to her chin and tilted her head in mock thoughtfulness. Trying to mimic the stereotypical mad scientist voice she'd heard in countless b-movies, she conjured up a German accent of sorts and continued, "But how hard tis it? I vonder."

She let out a quick huff and motioned into the air with her index finger as if a light bulb had gone off in her head.

"I've gut it. Only vun vay to find out."

She leaned forward and lightly touched her finger to the base of his manhood, slowly tracing the underside length of the shaft all the way to the tip. When she dragged her finger across the head, she felt the wetness of precum already leaking in eager expectation.

"I guess you weren't lying," she said in her regular voice.

"Told you."

She ran her finger back across the taut tip, spreading the wetness across the plump, mushroom-like dome and giving it a slight glimmering sheen that reflected dully when the intermittent light hit it. She could feel his pulse increasing.

"Well," she sighed playfully, "I now know you weren't lying, so I guess there's nothing left to do but put it back away."

"If you want..."

"It's not that I

want

to do that, but I certainly don't think we should just leave it hanging out. What if you forget about it when we stop for gas or something and then you get out of the car with it still exposed?"

"True," he offered. "That'd be embarrassing..."

"And probably a hefty fine from the police for indecency if someone sees it and complains! We don't want that, do we?"

"Of course not."

"So I guess I'll put it away for you so you don't have to worry about it...you know, since you're driving..."

"And you were the one who

did

get it out."

"

But

," she continued after licking her lips. "It looks like it would be very uncomfortable if I stuffed it back into your pants like that..."

"True again," Matt agreed. "It would be uncomfortable..."

"Maybe if it was soft, it would be easier..."

"Most definitely..."

During the entire exchange, her hand had been lightly gliding across his exposed member with the tips of her fingers, but as soon as he said, 'Most definitely,' she determinedly changed her approach and began to grip it earnestly.

She wrapped her fingers firmly around his stiffness and worked her hand up and down the length of the shaft in long, strong strokes. Each time she reached the top, she rubbed her thumb over the tiny opening, spreading more precum around the glans.

"You're making it a little moist for me, but that's just not enough," she said. "And I don't think a dry rub is going to do you much good out here in the desert. You don't happen to have any lube around, do you?"

"Not that I know of..."

"Then I guess I'll just have to improvise..."

"Yes, please do..."

Liz leaned forward and brought her mouth mere inches from his now throbbing cock. In contrast to the short gasps he was breathing, she let out a long, steady breath of air so that Matt could feel her warmth rushing over his exposed bits.

Liz then shut her mouth and allowed her saliva to collect in her cheeks before puckering her lips and pausing. There was silence aside from the lazy wind rushing in through the windows. She enjoyed the silence because she knew from experience that in a few seconds the silence would disappear, only to be replaced by Matt's heavy breathing and periodic moans.

She parsed her lips and let a large glop of spit drop from her mouth onto the head of his cock.

"That'll get things going," she said, and she rubbed the saliva down the dry sides of Matt's iron-hard manhood, spreading it around every inch that was exposed so that now the entire length shimmered when the highway lights lit it.

With the wetness in place, Liz began moving her hand faster and rougher, up and down the shaft. She tugged hard when she reached the open boxers, slamming her hand against his pelvic bone and pulling his skin tight. The tip blew up like a ripe plum at these times, and his veins protruded in a river-like network that wrapped around the entire girth as they twisted themselves over the length of his massive rod.

On the up stroke, she took the whole head into her palm and massaged it like she might his balls. She gave it a good squeeze and twisted it a little before running her finger over the tiny hole and then sliding her hand back down, pulling his skin tight once more.

Matt simply moaned now and again, trying his best to concentrate on the driving. He was definitely enjoying the attention and she wasn't sure how much longer he could last. All the horniness he built up over the day had to be almost at an exploding point under Liz's deft fingers. She'd better be careful or he was going to blow without warning...