Chapter 1 – Chapter 1

I had been stuck behind this blue minivan for far too many miles. The driver was going well below the speed limit and was driving pretty erratically, repeatedly swaying over towards the shoulder before it jerked back quickly into the lane. The entire road was painted in solid yellow lines so I had no option to pass.

"My money and my kids to go Pitt," I muttered as I read the bumper sticker in front of me. "Maybe you could spend some of that money on driving lessons! The speed limit is 45 and you're going 25. Let's go!"

The car's left blinker started to flash as we approached the intersection, the minivan gradually moving into the left turn lane. Thankfully I was going straight and would be free from this menace. As I slowed down I turned to my left to see who the driver was and what the driver was doing. It was late morning so the driver probably wasn't drunk; my guess was he or she was on a cell phone, texting or doom scrolling. I came to a stop and laid eyes on a middle-aged man behind the wheel. My SUV sat a little higher than his, which afforded me a pretty decent view inside of his car; that's when I noticed the cause for his erratic driving.

He was jerking off.

The driver was staring at the traffic light, his left hand on the wheel and his right hand wrapped firmly around his erection, stroking up and down the shaft without rubbing the head. He had a really nice looking dick; the length appeared to be about average, but his cock head looked amazing; just wider than his shaft and perfectly shaped. My cock started to come to life in my shorts and, for the first time, I was happy this red light was exceptionally long. He kept his strokes focused just on his shaft, which was something I often did when I wanted a long edging session. As a result, I figured that no matter how long the light, I wasn't going to witness the money shot.

I looked back at the guy just in time to see him turn towards me. His hand froze in place, wondering if I could see what he had been doing. I was fully erect by this point and had started to rub my shaft through my shorts. I smiled at him and pressed my tongue against the inside of my cheek, causing it to bulge out. I pulled my tongue back, then pushed it against my cheek again and again, mimicking the appearance of a cock in my mouth. I hoped that was enough to not-so-subtly let him know that not only did I see him, but I liked what I was seeing. His hand started to work his dick again when we were startled by the sounds of car horns blaring.

"Fuck," I thought as I saw the light had turned green. I pulled away and looked in the rear view mirror, back at the Driving Masturbator. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his left blinker turn off and his right one turn on as he pulled into my lane, about five cars behind me.

"Are you following me?" I asked my empty cabin. I made a few unexpected turns, weaving through back roads, to see if he was. As I drove down a straightaway I saw his car pull around the corner and accelerate directly behind me.

"Oh fuck yeah," I thought as my palm pressed circles against the underside of my shaft. It had been far too long since I enjoyed another man's cock; today might be my lucky day. There was a medical plaza a few blocks away; it was one of those one-story sprawling campuses with a single row of parking just in front of the building. Being a Sunday morning I knew nothing would be open so no one should be there. It was right on the road, sure, but there shouldn't be anyone walking by. I pulled my car into a spot, put it in park, and turned off the engine. A few moments later, that blue minivan parked a few spots away from me and turned off its engine.

I adjusted my stiff cock in my shorts before I got out of the car and walked over to his passenger door. He unlocked the door and smiled. I got in the car and shut the door as he slid the driver's seat back as far as it would go. I looked down at his lap, at his erect cock pointing up at the steering wheel. No words were exchanged, I just lowered my head between his legs and took his cock into my mouth. I was immediately met with the wonderfully salty taste of his precum, which must have been leaking all over his dick for however long he'd been driving around. He placed his hands on the back of my head and moved them up and down, setting the pace and depth of my blow job.

He kept my mouth focused on his head at the beginning, my lips sliding up and down the ridges of his helmet as my tongue licked around it. I felt like such a slut, sucking this stranger's dick in broad daylight, the sound of cars passing by on the road behind us. A total slut for cock, and I was proud of it!

His hands started to push my head down deeper into his lap with each motion now, his cock pushing against the back of my throat, causing me to gag ever so slightly. The sound turned him on even more, and he rammed my head up and down faster and deeper, drool spilling out of the corners of my mouth and soaking his balls.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled out so loud it could probably be heard blocks away. He flooded my mouth with his thick, salty seed, his dick pumping over and over again as I dutifully gulped down every drop, enjoying every ounce of my Sunday cum brunch. He took his hands off my head and I slurped the last spurt of cum from his head and sat up next to him. In hindsight I probably should have been more discrete as any car driving by at the time would have figured out what just happened in that otherwise empty parking lot. But with his cum in my stomach, in the moment, I really didn't care.

We exchanged phone numbers, I got back in my car, and we drove away. I took care of myself on the drive home, cumming so hard while stopped at a light that I gave myself a partial facial.

***

At about 10 am the next day my phone alerted me to a new text message. I was in a Zoom meeting and glanced over to my phone.

"1 pm, metro park lot?" the text from the minivan driver read. I responded with a thumbs-up emoji.

***

The metro park lot was pretty large and, with all of the commuters in the office, rather full. I weaved my way up and down the aisles, looking for the blue minivan with that college sticker. It wasn't until I got to the very back corner that I found it. The nearest spot was a good 40 yards away. I parked, adjusted my hard-on in my shorts, and made my way over to his car. I walked between his car and the one adjacent to it and peered through the passenger side window. The front seat was moved all the way back and he was already stroking his hard on. I entered the passenger side door and immediately lowered my head to his crotch, closing the door in one graceful motion. I deep throated him right away, my lips reaching down to his balls, my tongue dancing all over his shaft. He must have been stroking for a while because he didn't last long at all. He let out a muted moan as his dick twitched violently, his seed shooting out into my waiting mouth. His cum had a sweet aftertaste to it this morning, I thought, as I sat up, licking his cum from the corner of my lips.

"I want to suck your cock now." It was the first time I'd ever heard his voice, and what an introduction! I quickly slipped my shorts and boxers off and held my pole out for him. He leaned over and started by teasing my head with his tongue, and then wrapped his lips around it.

This guy sucked cock like an absolute pro. I can usually last a long time, particularly when getting a blow job, but not today. His mouth worked such wonders on my dick that I came much faster than I expected. Like a good, hungry cock sucker he gulped down every spurt. We got dressed, gave each other a smile, and I returned to my car.

***

Our blow job rendezvous continued daily for about a three months. Each time we'd hunt out a new location – mostly in parking lots or parking garages, but if we were feeling particularly horny, we'd park on a street. We would arrive, say our hellos, suck each other off (and swallow, of course), and then head on our way. Every evening one of us would text a time and location to the other. We alternated each day, and tonight was his turn. My cell phone alerted me to a text; it was from Patrick – we exchanged names after our fourth hook-up, which is when I learned that he was a divorced father of college-aged twin boys. I picked up my phone and gave the screen a confused look.

"1537 West Maple Avenue. Noon."

"Where is that?" I texted back.

"My house."

***

I felt a little nervous as I waited for the front door to open. I wasn't expecting anything bad to happen, per se, but I found my heart was racing and no amount of deep breathing could slow it down. I heard the distinct sound of a deadbolt turning and I took one last deep breath before the door opened.

I was shocked to see that it wasn't Patrick standing in front of me; it was a young stud. He appeared to have just gotten out of a pool as his hair was soaking wet and slicked back and there were beads of water on his body where he didn't fully towel off. "He must be one of Patrick's sons," I thought to myself. Patrick had mentioned that both of his boys were on swim teams for most of their lives, and the guy in front of me had the classic swimmer's body: broad shoulders that tapered down to a narrow waist and powerfully muscular thighs. Of course, he was wearing an impossibly small Speedo that left nothing to the imagination.

"Oh, hey, you must be Dad's college roommate," he said, opening the door wider.

"Uh…yeah…" I answered slowly, trying not to sound too confused.

"Dad should be back soon, come on in." He closed the door behind us and I followed him down the hallway to the back of the house, marveling at how spectacular his ass looked in that tiny bathing suit. I felt blood surge to my crotch so I looked away, not wanting to have to awkwardly explain a raging hard-on in my shorts.

"I'm Glenn and that's my brother, Brian," Glenn said, waving to his identical twin who just walked in from the back yard. I couldn't help but notice that they appeared to be identical in every way, right down to the bulbous package the Speedos were doing a terrible job of hiding. "Brian, this is Dad's old roommate." Brian's eyes lit up and he smiled.

"Hey, really nice to finally meet you!" Brian said, extending his hand for a shake. "Dad told us all about you."

"Uh oh, I hope it was all good," I responded as his hand firmly gripped mine. I groaned internally over my cliched response.

"It was all very, very good," they managed to say in unison, both smiling even more broadly. My head was swimming in sea of confusion; what the hell was going on, and where was Patrick? As if in response to my question, I heard the garage door close and Patrick's voice echoed behind me.

"Sorry I'm late, the line at check out was a bitch." Patrick put a case of beer on the counter and walked over to me, his arms extended. "I hope you didn't have to wait long," he said, pulling me in to a tight embrace and then kissing me on the lips. I was dumbstruck and stared at him until he whispered that he'll explain everything shortly.

"You better," I whispered back. "It's okay, I just got here," I answered more loudly and returned his kiss with a longer, more passionate one, my tongue slipping into his mouth. We parted lips and could feel each other's cocks growing hard.

"Boys," Patrick said as we turned to them, his hand on the small of my back. "Go ahead and throw the burgers on the grill. Mark and I have some catching up to do." Brian and Glenn nodded and grabbed a platter of homemade hamburger patties out of the refrigerator. As they walked out of the house I could have sworn the bulges in their Speedos had gotten much bigger.

***

"I'm really sorry about that," Patrick apologized. "They surprised me by coming home for summer break a day early. I wanted you to come over here so we could talk about how we could keep…meeting…while they're back from college."

"It's okay," I assured him after a long pause. "A heads-up would have been nice, though. So…I'm Mark? Is he a real person? Some fantasy guy I'm pretending to be?"

"No, he's real. He was my roommate, and my lover, in college. I met the boys' mom after he and I broke up. College awakened desires in me, and I wanted to share my experiences with them in case they felt the same way. I wanted them to know those feelings were perfectly natural, and a beautiful thing."

"That's really wonderful, Patrick," I said, leaning in and giving him a kiss. "What else did you tell him about 'me', in case it comes up?"

"Well, I told him you were kind, loving, and – because Glenn asked – you gave the greatest blowjobs."

"Wait, you told him that?"

Patrick nodded.

"He asked, and I felt honesty was the best policy," he smirked before giving me a kiss.

"So Mark gives the best blowjobs?"

"He did…until I met you," Patrick smiled. I moved in and placed the palm of my hand on his crotch, his hardness feeling good in my hand.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," I whispered into his ear as I looked over his shoulder at Glenn and Brian. They were sipping beers and flipping burgers as my hand rubbed up and down Patrick's shaft. He moaned gently as I rubbed more firmly, his cock now fully erect. I popped open the button on his shorts and unzipped them, his cock bouncing out and into my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and started to stroke.

"You like me jerking your hard cock with your boys just outside, don't you," I asked softly, my hand getting slick from his precum.

"Yes…."

My hand worked over the full length of this shaft, the feeling of my fingers rubbing over the ridge of his helmet sending waves of pleasure through his body.

"You want to cum right now, with them just outside, don't you," I teased, my fingers making the moves that I knew would make his cock explode.

"Yesss…please…make me fucking cum right here…" He begged. I knew he was on the verge of orgasm, my fingers soaked with the precum that was flowing freely out of his head.

"Maybe later," I whispered before kissing him on the lips and going outside to help Brian and Glenn with lunch.

***

"Why don't you two clean up the dishes for us two old men," Patrick joked. The boys nodded and stood up, the outline of their packages just at eye level. I couldn't help but stare at the outline of their cock and balls as they walked in and out of the house. My abbreviated session with Patrick had me incredibly horny, and their cocks looked so inviting. Patrick could tell I was checking them out and he smiled.

"You like what you see?" he asked. I looked over at him and noticed that he had fished his cock out of his shorts and was slowly jerking it under the table.

"Of course I do," I answered, reaching out to play with the head of his cock.

"I meant in there," he said, nodding towards Glenn and Brian. I let out a gentle laugh.

"I know, and of course I do." Patrick smiled as he slid his chair back so he was fully exposed, his hard cock in his hands. I reached over and replaced his hand with mine and started to jerk him off. We leaned in and kissed as my hand moved down to fondle his balls, squeezing them gently as our tongues danced around inside our mouths. He started to moan as my hand returned to his shaft.

"God, I love your dick," I confessed between kisses. I wanted to feel his thick cum running down across my fingers, coating them with its delicious saltiness, so I stroked a little faster. The sound of a chair sliding across the pool deck stopped me in my tracks.

Patrick and I looked towards the sound and saw Glenn standing next to me, his Speedos straining to contain his erection, and Brian standing closer to the pool, his Speedos cast aside and his big cock in his hands. I bit my lower lip as I stared at Brian's pole.

"Would you mind?" I asked Patrick, not taking my eyes off of Brian's dick.

"I want you to."

Patrick's answer gave me goosebumps. I gave him a kiss and than moved from my chair, undressing as I made my way over to the pool deck. I got on my knees as Brian and Glenn walked over. Glenn kicked his Speedos off and started to stroke as they drew closer. I grabbed the base of Brian's cock with one hand and the base of Glenn's with my other before wrapping my lips around Brian's bulbous head. I moved further down his shaft, relaxing my throat as the tip of his head pushed against it, swallowing his dick until my lips reached his balls. I held my mouth there, letting him savor the feeling of his cock in my throat, before I slowly pulled him out. I turned towards Glenn and gave him the same treatment. I alternated back and forth, one deep throat suck after the other, their cocks sloppy with my spit. I looked over at Patrick as I rubbed their cock heads together. He was staring at us, one hand massaging his balls and the other stroking his head.

"You like watching me deep throat their cocks?" I asked him, my hands working up and down their slick shafts. He squeezed his balls and let out a moaning "yes" as he watched me rub their dicks together.

"Come over here. I want to suck your cock, too." Patrick made his way over and stood between Glenn and Brian as I lowered my mouth on Brian, taking him balls deep. My hands were busy holding their cocks so my own cock was aching, needing to be touched, needing to cum. My heart raced as Patrick and his boys cheered me on, urging me to suck their cocks, telling me how good my slutty mouth felt on them as I took them balls deep with every suck.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!!!" Glenn yelled out, mere moments before I felt his thick, warm load shoot into my mouth. I stroked on his shaft, milking out every drop, but being careful not to swallow it. He pulled his soft cock out of my mouth as squeezed out the last drop. I kept my mouth open, proudly showing them all the large pool of semen I was holding in my mouth. I was about to swallow it when Brian stopped me.

"Wait, don't swallow yet," he said as he started to jerk his cock. He moved his cock closer to me as he neared orgasm, pointing his head at my open mouth.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled as he blasted rope after rope of cum into my mouth, his jizz pooling up in my mouth on top of Glenn's. Patrick started to moan and he moved closer, his cock head pressing against Brian's as his it started to twitch, spurting his own load into the cum cocktail they were making in my mouth. I never felt sexier than I did at that moment: one load in my mouth as two cocks jetted their own loads in me. I was just about to swallow the three loads that were sloshing around in my mouth when Glenn stopped me.

"Not yet," he said as he walked over to the patio table. He picked up an empty water glass and walked back towards me. I had my head tilted back so none of the cum pool spilled out of my mouth, focusing on not swallowing or gagging. Glenn got down behind me, his chest against my back, his soft cock pressing against the crack of my ass. He slipped my cock head inside the glass and started to jerk me off with his free hand. I was so turned on and so in need of an orgasm that my cock exploded after only a few strokes, my thick creamy load shooting into the glass. Glenn handed the glass of cum to Patrick, who swirled the glass around before emptying it into my mouth, mixing my load with the three already there. They all nodded at me, letting me know I could swallow. I pressed my lips together and swallowed, the four loads mixing their wonderfully unique tastes and textures as I gulped it all down.

"Fucking hot," Glenn said as I felt his cock start to harden against my ass.

"You're right, Dad," Brian added. "Mark does give the best blowjobs ever!"