On the Road (p Iv): Cruising West

This is the fourth installment of my

On The Road Series

. You can find the first three installments and my other stories by looking under "Joe Lewin" on the "Prolific Authors Directory."

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On The Road, Part IV: Cruising West to Chicago

This is Part IV in my "On The Road" series.

Note:

This story opens on the final scene of my last story, "Toledo Threesome". If you're in a rush, you can simply pick it up here but if you want to know how we got to where we are at the beginning of this story, you have to at least read

Toledo Threesome

(which can be found on this site either by searching my name or looking under the Encounters tab in the Bisexual section; the main thrust of this story is definitely one-on-one Gay male).

I sat in the back of an Ohio state police cruiser that was rocketing down I-90 west to Chicago. I sat low in the seat. A gorgeous young Ohio state trooper was behind the wheel. I thought about what had happened just a couple of short hours ago and how it had led me here...

Hours earlier

: ...I lay still and soon slept.

Seth and Val lay beside me. I woke up as I felt Val getting to her feet. In the distance I could hear a clock ticking, maybe coming from the kitchen upstairs. Otherwise, everything was quiet.

Val stood over me with her legs parted. I looked up and her pouty little pussy was right above my face. I scooted up so that my back was braced against the couch. She moved in toward me, cunt first. The sweet funk wafted toward me. I stuck out my tongue and she brought her little pussy in close. I licked her clit and sucked it in between my lips. My lips held it in place while my tongue swirled around it and I sucked in. Her hands came down on the top of my head and pulled me in closer. My tongue dipped into her little hole and started to lick and plunge in and out.

Val moaned and arched her back so that her pussy was now pushing very hard into my mouth. I licked her long, deep and continuously. My hands found her little ass and started to massage the two perfect globes. My fingers reached down her crack, found her hole and pressed in.

I could feel Seth watching us but so far he had not joined in. My cock was rock hard. I felt Seth touch my shoulder, pushing me forward. No words were spoken but I knew he wanted me to lean forward. As I did, Val sat down on the floor with her legs open. I scuttled forward on the shag carpet and resumed munching of her deliciously wet and black carpet.

I was on my knees with my ass in the air, my cock rock hard and pointing forward and my balls dangling in the wind. I felt Seth move behind me. I heard him spit a split second before I felt his spit on my hole. He leaned in and began to tongue me, licking around the valley surrounding my hole. I gasped when his tongue entered me and started to probe deeply. I could feel his saliva dripping down my taint and onto my balls. His right hand reached forward and grasped my cock. He started to jerk me off in time with his tongue going in and out of my hole.

I was not idle. I continued to eat her out. My mouth and tongue were licking, kissing, sucking and lapping every bit of her young cunt. My two hands had reached up and I had each of Val's nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

She was pushing into me trying to drive my tongue deeper into her canal.

I felt Seth pull away from my ass. A second later I felt the head of his cock poking my hole. I'm normally a top and don't usually enjoy getting fucked. But at this point all of my norms had long since faded. I sucked on Val's cunt like a wild man and bit softly down on her clit as I felt Seth's cock head push through my ass lips into my canal.

I gasped and he paused. I then resumed eating his girlfriend with a passion and he took this as a sign and slowly pushed his gorgeous cock deeper into my hole. I pushed back against him. That was all the encouragement he needed. He pushed deeper into me and reached up and grabbed my hips. He started to fuck me in and out, his pace increasing. The feeling was indescribable. Pain coupled with pleasure.

I could feel him inside me pushing deep and retracting and then pushing deeper. Soon, I could feel his pubic mound against my cheeks and I knew I had taken him all the way. I pushed back against him and he pushed forward.

I continued to suck on Val's clit, alternating to stick my tongue deep into her vagina, trying to reach her cervix. I went back to licking and sucking her clit while I pushed my index and middle finger of my left hand into her hole. I started finger fucking her, my in-and-out cadence matching the movements of me sucking on her clit and the pounding I was taking in the back.

This went on for a bit and I felt her abdomen tighten. She started convulsing with an orgasm and I encouraged it by continuing to suck and lick her clit. At the same time I could feel Seth pounding me deep. He was holding my hips and pushing me back and forth on his cock. Seconds after Val came I felt him pumping a load deep into my ass.

As his cum splashed into my ass I felt my balls tightening. Seth must have senses I was close because he reached around and started stroking my cock. Within seconds I was shooting volley after volley of young cum into the shag carpeting.

We all collapsed. My face was still in Val's cunt and she was stroking my hair. I felt Seth's cock slowly soften and slip out of my asshole, along with a fair amount of cum. He lay down beside me and lightly played with Val's pubic hair and stroked my face and mouth.

We fell asleep like that.

In a bit of a daze, I awoke to Val shaking my arm and telling me to "wake up." I smiled at her when I came awake and said, "What's going on." She leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. Then she said, "we have to get moving. Seth and I need to leave for work in a little bit."

I looked around and Seth was missing. "He's in the shower," she said.

"Hmmm, a shower," I said, "that sounds nice."

"You can go in

after

him, Val said. "You can't join him, we don't have time for that." She then leaned down further and sucked on my flaccid cock.

Standing up, she said, "C'mon, get a move on. We want to drop you off out by I 90 before we go to work, so if you want to get cleaned up before you get on the road, you need to do it now."

I stood up and stretched. My ass hurt, I won't lie. I don't bottom as a rule so this was a new experience for me. I followed Val down the hall to the bathroom and Seth came out, wrapped in a towel, just was we got there. We smiled at each other and I knew we were both thinking the same thing, but Val stopped us in our tracks and said: "We don't have time for anything, boys."

Reluctantly, I went into the shower and got cleaned up. I realized that I had left my pack in the car, so I had no clean clothes to change into. I opened the door and let a big cloud of steam into the hallway. Piled beside the door were the clothes I had been wearing the day before. They had obviously been washed and dried. I got dressed and wandered up to the kitchen.

Val handed me a plate with toast on it and a cup of coffee. "What's the deal with my clothes," I asked. "Oh," Val said, "you're welcome. I threw them in the washer and dried them when I woke up a couple of hours ago."

I laughed because she was acting a little pouty at the way I asked the question: "How can I ever thank you," I asked. She smiled and said: "maybe someday we have an encore of that tongue bath you gave me early this morning."

There was no awkwardness. We were kids and we had had fun and now it was time to move on. We each finished our breakfast and coffee and within a half hour I was starting to walk up the on-ramp to route 90, heading west.

It was early and most of the traffic was probably local commuter traffic, so I didn't get a ride right away. I walked for about a mile and sat under an overpass, to get out from the sun, which had been slowly rising in the sky. I was just about to get up and put my thumb out again when a white Ohio state trooper cruiser pulled up under the overpass, the famous flying wheel emblazoned on the side.

The car pulled over, the Trooper got out of the driver's side and walked around the front of the car. "What's up," he asked. "Just trying to get to Chicago," I replied. He was in his twenties, probably only a few years older than me. He had his cap on, but he wore his hair probably a little longer than regulation, so that it touched his collar. He was impressive in his uniform. He filled it out nicely.

He asked me where I was coming from and was impressed when I told him that I'd left the Albany area the morning before. He noted that I had made good time. He asked me if I'd slept under the bridge the night before. I told him that I hadn't. For some reason I did not want to mention that I'd spent the night in a house with a young boy and a girl around my age, so I lied and told him that I'd slept in a bus station in Toledo.

"That sucks," he said.

I was getting nervous. He had been nice enough, but it was as illegal back then to be a pedestrian on an interstate highway as it is today. I'd never been arrested for hitchhiking, but there was always the first time. And I really didn't know where this was going to go.

"Well," he said, "I've just finished my shift and am heading home. I live outside of Montpelier, which is a about an hour from here and close to the Indiana line. If you want, I can run you down the road to the state border."

I was amazed. This had never happened before. I quickly accepted, stood up and grabbed my bag. He walked in front of me and opened the trunk. I admired his ass then I threw my bag in. I usually kept it close to me but it's amazing what a uniform will do to you: when he opened the trunk and nodded at my bag, there was no way I was going to contradict him.

After I threw my bag in and he shut the trunk he opened the passenger side rear door. "Sorry," he said, "I can't let you ride up front. In fact, it would be great if you could try to keep your head as low as possible in the back." I got it. He was worried that if one of his colleagues saw him with someone in the car, questions might be asked. I'm sure helping hitchhikers on their way was not exactly department policy.

I got in and did as he asked: I slunk low in the seat, which was not hard to do. There was mesh between the back seat and the front seat, but we were able to talk as we drove along. He got in the front, picked up the microphone and said "Car 767 is 10-10." "Have a good day, Jimmy" a voice on the radio replied.

He asked me questions about what I was doing. I told him about my wanderlust and that my immediate goal (for now) was to get to Evanston, IL. I asked him about being a cop. He told me he had served four years in the Army. When he got out at age 22 it seemed natural to join the cops. He didn't want to be a local cop, so he applied to be a State Trooper. He didn't get selected right away and ended up taking a job on the force in the town he grew up in. But he kept trying and about two years earlier had had been selected.

"I love to drive," he said, "and my patrol is a pretty long stretch of this highway. The only think that sucks," he said, "is that my back, ass and legs are pretty much a throbbing mess by the end of an eight-hour shift."

I certainly got the "aching ass" thing, but for a reason I didn't think he'd appreciate!

As we drove on he told me more about himself. He had been raised by his Dad and was an only child. His Dad passed away about two months after he graduated from the police academy. He had cancer. They were both glad that he had lived long enough to see him graduate. He told me he lived alone in the house he grew up in.

As we drove on, he groaned. "I've got this aching pain in my lower lumbar. They're in the process of upgrading the fleet, but for now I'm stuck in this hand-me-down cruiser and I'm afraid the seat has seen better days."

"You need a massage," I said.

"Yea," I bet that would help.

My observation wasn't entirely innocent. I had once seduced a guy in Albany by offering to give him a massage. That had ended poorly—when I grazed his balls with my hand, he told me we should probably end the massage there. The guy in Albany had been nice about it and I think he probably wanted to go further, but for whatever his own reasons, he just couldn't do it.

So, in bringing up a massage, I actually did have an ulterior motive. I did not, however, think there was a snowball's chance in hell that this would lead anywhere.

"But not a lot of places to get a massage in Holiday City, which is actually the closest town to me. And I don't get over to Toledo center all that much. I've never had a massage. I bet it would feel great."

This was like throwing me a softball right down the middle of the plate. "I've actually worked as a masseuse while I was in Albany," I said. This was a lie. I had no training and no experience as a masseuse. But my cock was already stirring at the idea of seeing this solid guy semi-naked (naked??) on a bed.

"I'd be more than happy to help you out as a way to thank you for the ride," I said.

"Really?" he asked, aren't you in a hurry to get to Evanston.

"Nah," I replied, "I'll get there when I get there, and I'd actually feel good about helping you out, especially if you drop me off at the Indiana border after we finished," I said with a laugh in my voice.

He didn't say anything and we drove on in silence for a few minutes. I couldn't tell if he'd just decided to drive on or if he was thinking about my offer. In another minute, however, I found out what he was thinking because I saw a sign for "Holiday City" and he moved his cruiser into the right lane.

"I'm game," he said, "if you really mean it."

"I do," I said. "Seriously, you picking me up is completely unexpected and I'm guessing it's not something that you either do regularly or is encouraged, so I would like to pay you back. If you like it, then you'll know it's something that can help you out when you've got pain."

We drove off the highway and soon we were on a two-lane road heading south. I had no idea where we were. We drove on for about 20 minutes when he slowed again and took a left onto what looked like a dirt road. It turned out to be his driveway, which was about 200 feet long and ended at his house, which was hidden from the road by the cornfield in front.

We had continued to talk on the drive to his house. He told me about growing up in rural Ohio and I traded stories about growing up in the suburbs of Boston. I groaned when he brought up the '75 Red Sox but told him how happy I was in '76 when the Big Red Machine swept the dreaded Yankees in four. "At least," I said, "we went seven against your Reds."

He stopped the car and came around the back to let me out. I got out of the car and stretched my back. It was quiet, save for birds singing. We were truly in the middle of nowhere. I asked him if I could get my bag out, explaining that I preferred to work in a t-shirt and gym shorts, rather than the jeans and shirt I had on.

He opened the trunk and handed me my bag.

It was a bright day and warm. We went into the house through the back kitchen door. He left the inside door open. There must have been a window open at the opposite end of the house somewhere because I could feel a slight breeze coming in through the screen and sailing by me.

I noted for him that some things were universal—only formal company and salesmen use the front door, my mother used to say. We laughed at that.

He poured me a glass of water from the kitchen faucet and got himself a glass. It was the coldest, freshest water I could ever remember drinking. I told him I must have been really thirsty because it tasted so great. "You might be thirsty," he said, "but that water is from our well and I don't know of any water I've ever had that tasted as good."

We talked about logistics. I told him that it would be best if we did the massage on a bed. I followed him to his bedroom. Along the way he pointed to a bathroom and asked me if I needed to use it. I did. I also changed in there, pulling of my jeans and slipping on my gym shorts. I was, of course, commando so my cock and balls flopped around inside.

I came out and he was standing in a bedroom at the end of the hall. I figured I needed to take charge, so I told him to strip down as far as he was comfortable. I watched as he unbuttoned his uniform shirt and put it on the back of a chair. He then bent over and pulled his boots off, placing them beside the bed. His socks came next and then he unzipped his pants and put them on the same chair.

He stood in front of me—a veritable BVD model. He had a white t-shirt on that was tucked into a pair of tighty whiteys. His muscles showed through the t-shirt. His thighs were solid and were tight against the legs of his underwear. I tried not to be obvious but may have stared a second too long at the cock pouch of his underwear. What was apparently a very nice sized cock was curled up behind there.

"This is all about what makes you comfortable," I said, "but you might have a better massage if you took the t-shirt off."

He nodded as if confirming that made sense and pulled the shirt up and rolled it over his head. I felt like I could cum right then.

For a split second the t-shirt covered his face and his arms were stretched up toward the ceiling. He seemed to hold the pose for a second and I admired his body. He obviously worked out. His stomach muscles were clearly defined. His entire torso tapered down to a narrow waist. His pecs were rock solid, and his nipples were hard and high. He had luxurious hair growing dense under both arms. It was all I could do not to move quickly forward and lick him from belly button up to each underarm.

The moment passed and he stood in front of me in his underwear.

He stood there looking at me, as if waiting for my next direction.

"Are you comfortable like that?" I asked. "Sure," he said. "Ok," I replied. Do you have some towels and maybe some baby oil or similar lotion around.

He walked past me out into the hall and came back carrying two towels that he had retrieved from the hall closet. He was also carrying a bottle of Johnson's baby lotion that had been in the bathroom.

I took one of the towels and laid it out on the bed. I put the lotion on the bedside table.

"You have an excellent body," I said. "You must work out a lot."

"About 3 or 4 times a week. I work on my arms, legs and torso."

"It shows," I responded. "And I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and "no" is certainly an answer, but I notice that your thighs are so big that they are stretched tight at the legs of your underwear. Can I make two suggestions: you might consider wearing boxers, if you feel the need to wear underwear and you might consider taking them off for this massage. I think you'll be more comfortable."

He smiled at me. He was a few inches taller than me, at about 6 feet, and so looked down at me slightly. "You sure you're ok with that," he asked.

"Yep," I said, "and I can drape this towel over your midsection if you want."

He thought about it for a few seconds and with a little nod of his head he pushed his thumbs in on either side of his BVDs and rolled them down his leg.

I couldn't help but gasp. His cock was about 5" and it was flaccid. He had low hanging balls that fell below his cock. And he had a magnificent black bush that rose up above his groin and tapered into a pleasure trail that headed up to his belly button.