Chapter 15
A New Buddy is Found

About fifteen minutes after lunch, we spotted a hitchhiker heading the same way we were. I asked Jerry whether or not he thought we should pick him up.

"Sure, why not; he might be a lot of fun.”

So we pulled over, and Jerry asked the dude, “What's your name and where are you headed?”

He said, "My name is Corey, and I'll go as far as you can take me."

Jerry slid over to the center and Corey tossed his bag into the back of the truck, climbed in, sat next to Jerry, and slammed the door closed.

Jerry said, “Where you coming from?"

“Camp Rivers.”

“Did you work there?”

“Yep, I was a lifeguard and this was my first job out of high school.” He was just traveling and was looking for a winter job. He seemed like a nice enough guy.

I drove for about two hours, and stopped at a Stuckey's for some drinks, and we all took a piss.

Jerry said, “Let me drive for a while.”

I said, “Ok,” then turned my attention to the hitchhiker and said, “Corey, you get in the middle and I'll climb in next to you.”

A few miles down the road, Corey fell asleep, and lay his head on my shoulder. Jerry asked me if that reminded me of anything. Of course, it did, and I lifted my arm over Corey's head and rested it on his shoulder.

I wasn’t paying much attention to Jerry, when Corey started to smile in his sleep, and then started to hump a little. So I looked down at his trousers and saw Jerry's hand resting on Corey's crotch; of course, Corey was straddling the gearshift.

I asked Jerry, “Does it feel good?”

Jerry grinned. "It feels like he has a hardon; it keeps jerking every time I rest my hand on it.”

About that time, Corey woke up with a start. "I'm sorry,” he said, “about falling asleep on you guys, but I had a rough night last night.”

Jerry was still half resting his hand on Corey's crotch, when Corey realized that he had a hardon, his face turned red and he tried to adjust it so it didn't show.

I said, “Don’t worry about things like that around us, man. That’s nothing new; every guy gets a hardon when he goes to sleep, especially with the vibrations of a moving car or truck. But you should see Jerry and me in the mornings, even without the vibrations.”

Corey looked at Jerry and then at me, with a dumbfounded look and asked a pointed question.

“Do you two share an apartment?”

“Sure … even the same bed," I said, jokingly.

Corey just smiled, and said, "You guys aren't gay, are you?"

Jerry spoke up, "Why … of course not," he said with a huge shit-eating-grin on his face. Then he reached across Corey, and grabbed my crotch, which surprised the hell outta me, and I jumped about six inches.

We drove about another ten miles, and no one said a word, not even a whisper.

Finally, Corey broke the silence and asked, “Were you guys just jokin’, or not?”

“Well, what do you think?” Jerry asked.

“Well … IF you guys are … then I just fell into a shit house and came out smelling like a rose.”

“What do you mean by that?” Jerry asked.

Corey told us, “All this summer, I had a problem that no one at camp could help me with, so … my old lady, thumb, and her four daughters had to help out!”

I spoke up saying, "Well, Corey, do you want us to stop along here,  somewhere, or wait till later, like … say … at a motel?”

Corey said, "I'm all sweaty and need a shower first, so let’s make it a motel, unless you can find a stream or lake somewhere secluded. I don't want to put on a show for strangers."

“Well, Corey, we’re strangers, aren’t we?” I asked, smiling at him.

“That’s OK,” he said, “you know what I meant.”

I said, “How old are you anyway?”

“Nineteen,” came the answer; “and you guys?”

I told him, “Jerry’s seventeen, and I’m nineteen.”

We drove for quite a long way, and finally, we found a motel, nice and clean but not much to look at. It only had ten cabins, and no pool. I went to check in, and found out that they only had one room available, and it was a double. They said they could put a cot in if we needed it. I went back to the truck, and told Jerry and Corey about the room.

Corey said, "Just get it without the cot; I have an air mattress and a sleeping bag with me."

I said, “OK!”

I went back in, and registered; they only charged me for two people, without the cot. We went to the cabin; it was much nicer inside than out. Corey started to get his bag out, but I told him, "Just wait awhile, OK? Go on in and get yourself cleaned up for dinner."

So Corey went in and took a quick shower, then, Jerry and I each took one, separately.

Corey went to the office to check on a place to eat. We met him outside; and once we got into the truck, he told me where the restaurant was. We ate dinner and Corey picked up the tab. Then we went straight back to the cabin.

Jerry unlocked the door and we finished unloading the truck. After a few minutes passed, Corey said, "Well, I think I'll get my bed together."

“Why do that?” I asked him as I flopped down on the center of the bed and spread my arms wide. “This is a queen size bed, and I think we can all fit; don't you?”

Jerry jumped into the conversation and added, "Sure, come on, Corey; let’s see."

Since I was already on the bed, I scooted over to the left side and Jerry lay in the middle, and then Corey got on the right side. We were all touching each other, but there was enough room for all three of us to sleep … or whatever!

I leaned up on one elbow, looked back and forth between the two handsome, hunky young men, and as coyly as I could, I raised one eyebrow and said, “You know … if we get out of these clothes, we’ll have more room … don’t you?”

Jerry laughed, got up and pulled off his clothes; leaving only his shorts on, then he crawled across me and returned to the middle of the bed. I then got up and did the same.

Then Corey asked again, “Were you guy joking, or not, about being gay?”

We both answered in unison, “Does this look like we’re joking?" We both raised our butt's and pulled off our shorts, revealing our soft penises to him.

Corey beamed! “Great! Then I'll give you two a striptease; turn on the radio.”

Jerry turned it on, and found a good station. Corey started to do the striptease; first went his shirt.

I looked at Jerry, and my little imp had a hardon, already. And the sight of Jerry's erection started getting me horny. My meat started to really cook.

Corey then shed his socks, one at a time, then started rubbing his tits with one hand, and he unbuckled his trousers with the other. I reached over and took hold of Jerry's hard cock, and Jerry reached for mine.

Corey watched us for a minute or so, and then slowly started dropping his pants, and as his blue shorts came into view, we could see that he had a throbbing hardon, too.

Jerry and I were slowly working each other over as we watched Corey's dance. He was now dancing around in his shorts with his fleshy flagpole standing straight up and the head of his mast was sticking out of the waistband of his shorts. Teasingly, he slowly slid his hands down his chest and over his abs, and then inside his underwear and very, very slowly, he pulled down his shorts. He pulled his throbbing cock down with them, and then his manhood was free … and what a nice looker, it was, too.

Corey said, "Let’s have some fun together, OK?"

So we all moved about on the bed.

I realized I needed to let Corey know that we would only go so far and no farther, since Jerry and I were a couple and intended to remain devoted to one another. I told him that Jerry and I would be glad to take turns jacking him, and he could jack either of us, but that anything more than that would not be part of the plan.

That being said, Corey understood our commitment to each other. The next thing we knew we all started jerking each other around, playing with balls and pulling on penises until we all shot our loads here, there, and everywhere.

Corey said, "This is the most fun I've had all summer.”

He just wouldn't go soft, so Jerry lay full-body on top, straddling that pole of Corey’s after he had slicked himself up with lube. He slowly guided Corey's dong between his thighs. Corey slid in and out. Jerry reached down, fondled Corey’s ball sack, and began to manipulate his balls.

This got Jerry all hot again, and Corey reached between them with one hand, and grabbed Jerry's tool. With the other hand, he waved at me, to come over and join them. Who was I to refuse the invitation?

I saw Jerry wrap his legs around Corey's. This made Jerry’s manhood totally hard, and it poked its way out to the side at me. That got my juices flowing, and I just got up on top of both of them and re-lubed the area between Jerry’s legs ... this time, from the back side ... and, like Jerry had done with Corey, lowered my dick between them. We lay there, all in a huge pile of horny guys. Corey reached up, touched my pole, and started pumping away. I reached down and played with Jerry's rock-hard meat.

Corey said, "God! You two must weigh a ton, but this feels so damn good, I could do this all night long.”

Corey's dick and my cock were bumping into each other as they slid back and forth between Jerry thighs. Talk about sensual?!?!?! My gut felt like I was ready to explode. I kept trying to hold back from shooting another load, but the sensations were too much, and I unloaded all my fresh juice between Jerry’s legs. Some of it sprayed down on Corey, and some of it got on the bedspread, and gobs of it coated Jerry’s thighs.

Then, Corey was gasping for air as he pumped hard between Jerry's legs, and let loose his own love juice. That triggered Jerry and he started spraying out from under Corey's stomach and all over the bedspread. God, what a mess we made. I knew the maid would have a mess to clean up the next day, but hey, that was her job wasn't it? I later put a twenty-dollar bill under the phone, but sticking out, so the maid would be sure to see it when she came in to clean the room.

After that, we all took showers and jumped into bed. We wiped up as much cum as we could from the bedspread and the floor where we found gobs of it. Then, together, we curled up under the blankets with our arms laying over each other and legs entwined. It felt great with all of us, naked and curled up like worms.

I woke up first, and it felt like the bed was soaked with cum. Someone had had a wet dream, I guess, and because of that, I got up to take another shower.

As I headed to the bathroom, Corey looked toward me, stretched, yawned, and said, "God! What a night! I played with you, and had to jack off twice during the night to make up for all the cum you guys let fly.”

“Great!" I said. "I'm glad you had fun all night, and we were your sex-toys, huh?”

Jerry woke up stretched and shucked the covers. He was as soft as the both of us were. He said, "That's funny; this is the first morning without a hardon in years!"

I said, "That’s ‘cause we were Corey's play things, all night. Right, Corey?”  He just grinned sheepishly and quickly nodded his head in little up and down jerks.

Jerry said, "So that’s why I don't have one, is it?"

Corey shrugged his shoulders and continued nodding.

“OK, you guys … let’s all get cleaned up and split from this place.”

In less than a half an hour, we were all showered and cleaned up; then we loaded the truck and left.

To be continued…