I was sitting between Keon and Percy in the front seat of the car, naked except for sheer, pink panties with my hands inside their shorts holding their scrotums. Their balls were heavy in my small hands.
We'd been driving over three-hours when we saw a 'Rest Area -- 2 Miles' sign. Keon pulled my head to his and kissed me on the lips.
"Caress our pricks—make them hard for that pretty mouth of yours," he commanded.
My own penis became semi-erect, pressing deliciously against the sensual material of the panties. I hated that I responded this way whenever Keon spoke crudely to me.
My fingers nimbly ran the length of their cocks. I stroked and caressed their flesh and soon coaxed them into full erections. Keon turned the car onto the off-ramp for the 'Rest Area' as I began to stroke their rigid shafts.
Keon parked beside a car where a family of four were outside, stretching their legs. Their children looked to be about nine or ten years old.
"Suck my cock, faggot," Keon ordered.
There was no hesitation anymore on my part. I was completely resigned to my fate.
There was no other choice but to obey Keon and perform whatever sex act he desired, and his desires were many and often; he was extremely libidinous—it was common for him to achieve nine or ten erections every day which either Percy or me would relieve.
I knew the family couldn't see me lower my head to take his cockhead in my mouth through the one-way glass on Keon's car. I had to release Percy's cock so I could massage Keon's large balls while I sucked and stroked his long shaft.
Percy's hands glided over my naked flesh, caressing my shoulders, chest and thighs. He paid special attention to my breasts and nipples; rolling and pinching the hard little points between his fingers causing my cock to throb inside my panties and eliciting deep moans of pleasure from me.
Percy knew what drove me wild with lust and did his best to help me endure the sucking. Keon's cock stretched my mouth wide-open, and Percy's skilled hands made me forget about my aching jaw.
My own cock was hard as a rock now, and Percy would occasionally grip it in his hand and squeeze it through the panties sending jolts of pleasure shooting throughout my body.
Much to my chagrin, and to Keon's delight, we discovered early-on that I became extremely excited whenever I had a hard cock in my mouth or bottom. Keon would say my excitement was proof that I was a faggot who loved hard cocks. I couldn't dispute him since my own body seemed to prove him right.
When Keon said, "FASTER" my hand rapidly stroked his shaft as I furiously bobbed my head up-and-down his throbbing cock.
I felt Keon's hand on the back of my head, holding my head in place and forcing more of his prick into my mouth, and I knew he was about to cum so I flattened my tongue over his slit and waited for his gushing fluids. I felt his balls contract in my hand.
"Y-Yesss...Y-Yesss...OH GOD YES-YES-YES-YESSSSSSSSSSS...."
I slurped-up and swallowed his foul-tasting spunk. His jism coated my tongue and, as usual, I concentrated on not gagging on his nasty fluids.
Percy told me later that when Keon was in the throes of orgasm, and shouting his pleasure, the mother of the children next to us must have heard him through the closed windows because she gave a startled look at our car then hurriedly packed the kids and her husband inside and they made a hasty retreat away from us.
We guessed the woman had personal experience with the sounds of a man's excitement during ejaculation.
I lifted my head and fixed Keon's slacks and shorts but did not fasten his belt: I knew at some point he would have me hold his balls for him when we resumed traveling.
He patted me on the head and said, "Good job, sweetie, your cocksucking has improved 100% over the last two weeks...why don't you suck-off your boyfriend now...."
Of course it was a command and not a question, but it was an order I loved to hear. I immediately buried my head in Percy's crotch. His manly aroma thrilled my senses. I found his smell intoxicating, and better yet, I loved the taste of his cock.
It had only been a couple days since Keon began referring to Percy as "my boyfriend", and I couldn't refute his assessment. I guess it had become obvious to them both that I loved servicing Percy's cock, and it was becoming clear to me, and maybe to them as well, that I had a crush on him.
I wasn't ready, just yet, to admit that I could possibly be in love with a man.
He was kind, attentive and very caring towards me. I had no idea how he felt about me, but the fact that he was near me all the time made my ordeal with Keon so much easier to endure.
Keon was back on the freeway and I was very careful with Percy's cock in my mouth. The slightest bump in the road could have caused my teeth to hurt his most sensitive flesh.
The front of my panties were soaked with pre-cum, and when Keon leaned over and gripped my throbbing prick and began stroking it, I could no longer contain myself. I increased my speed and tempo on Percy's cock; deep groans of pleasure came from his throat, and his hips began pumping his cock further into my mouth.
Suddenly, I felt his cockhead expand in my mouth; he cried out and unloaded his balls into my greedily sucking mouth. I swallowed every drop of his delicious cream.
Keon's skillful hand coaxed my own balls to erupt—I flooded my panties with cum. I felt Keon's hand reach inside my panties—he scooped-up as much of my cum as he could and presented his hand to my mouth.
He said to me: "Clean my hand with your lips and tongue." It wasn't the first time he forced me to taste my own cum.
I laid my head against Keon's shoulder and drifted off to sleep as I held their balls in my hands. I wanted to rest my head against Percy but it might have made Keon mad.
To my way of thinking, holding another man's balls was the ultimate degradation and act of total humiliation and submission.
I wondered to myself: How in the world had I become such a weak-willed pussyboy?
In my slumber, I dreamed Percy and I were on a white, sandy beach enjoying a hot sun and cold margaritas. There was no Keon, just me and my boyfriend.
Keon's shoulder jerked as he pulled the car off the road onto an off-ramp causing me to awake from my sleep. He drove a few blocks then turned into a motel parking lot and stopped at the motel office.
Before Keon left the car he said to Percy: "Get our little cuntboy get dressed...."
Percy leaned over the seat and retrieved my clothes.
"Are you alright, Johnny?" Percy asked as he gazed into my eyes while he helped me dress. His question touched me deeply; I took it as a sign that he cared about me. My heart warmed with joy.
I smiled at him: "I'm fine—as long as I'm with you...."
I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him and hold onto him. For an instant I thought he felt the same way, but Keon was coming out of the motel office.
He was chuckling to himself when he got into the car.
"You should have seen the look on her face when I told her there were three of us, and all we needed was one king-sized bed...." he laughed.
I'd seen that look before. When Keon took me shopping for panties, a salesgirl approached and asked if she could help us. Keon smiled and asked her: "How do you think he'd look wearing these?" He then handed me panties and said, "Sweetie, hold these up to your waist...." The salesgirl quickly turned her horror-stricken face and walked briskly away from us.
We were given a room at the far end of the building.
After showering, Keon told Percy and me to get on our knees; his cock was hard—again.
Percy was in front sucking and massaging his cock. I was underneath with my lips pressed tightly to his anus while my tongue pushed into his asshole, lathering the walls of his rectum.
It was difficult breathing in this position, and every breath I took the foul aroma from his asshole permeated my nose and mind. Luckily, I benefitted from Percy's skill as a cocksucker, and I didn't have to lick Keon's asshole very long.
After dinner at a restaurant next to the motel, we returned to the room, stripped naked, and with me in the middle of the bed between them, I performed whatever sex acts Keon demanded.
As usual, my own cock throbbed and ached and begged for attention but their pleasure always came first. So to speak....
Finally, after Percy delivered a large load of cum in my ass, Keon had me sit on his lap with my back towards him, and I bounced up-and-down on his cock. Keon loved the feel of Percy's slick jism in my ass.
To my surprise, Keon ordered Percy to suck my cock as he fucked me in the ass. This was a first: Percy had never sucked me before.
I was in heaven the moment he took my hardness in his mouth. His lips and tongue were incredible. I felt as though Percy truly wanted to give me as much pleasure as he could. And he did.
The double-delight of sliding up-and-down Keon's cock, and Percy's expert mouthing of my trembling prick gave me a fantastic orgasm. My body shook and gyrated out of control as I pumped hot loads of cum down Percy's throat.
Keon and I cried out at the same time. He filled my asshole with another huge load of his spunk.
I briefly thought how appalled the desk clerk would be if she'd heard our screams of pleasure.
Keon shook me awake the next morning so I could give him his morning blowjob. He claimed this was his favorite of the day.
He would always say: "Yes...there's nothing more invigorating than shooting your wad into a pretty boy's mouth first thing in the morning."
Lucky for me, he made me suck Percy, too. I loved it when Percy was the last to cum in my mouth; his jism was ambrosia compared to Keons, and left a pleasant after-taste.
Once we finished breakfast we drove a few hours then Keon made another 'Rest Area' stop. His insatiable appetite for sex never ceased to amaze me. And again, I serviced his cock first then Percy's.
