I woke up and saw the morning light filtering through the curtains. An arm lay across my side. I was laying on my side and turned to look back at my companion. He was still asleep, his youthful features innocent in sleep. I grinned and eased out from under his arm. I rolled out of the full-sized bed that my big recreational vehicle's bedroom held and stood up. My cock was semi-rigid with the need to piss. I was stark naked as I padded quietly from the small bedroom, down the short hall to the even smaller bathroom, to relieve myself.
As I pissed into the toilet, I looked at myself in the mirror. I hadn't changed much since the night before, other than I'd just added yet another lover's notch to my bed-post. I was still a thirty-something, middle-aged man, enjoying a month-long vacation in a rental RV. I was also enjoying the company of like-minded men, mostly younger than myself, from time-to-time.
I finished up and flushed, then reached for the bottle of mouth wash. I took a deep pull, swished and spit, and then gave my still semi-rigid cock a quick wipe with a damp cloth. I returned to the back of the bus bedroom to find my young lover sitting up in bed. And he wasn't just sitting, either. He was stroking his rigid young cock with one hand while cupping his nearly hairless balls with the other. The covers were kicked to the end of the bed and his legs were spread wide as he jacked his morning wood.
"You need a little help with that?" I asked as I stepped up to the side of the small bed. His eyes opened and he grinned as he took in my own nakedness.
"I could probably use some, Rodney!" he chimed in his sweet, boyish voice. My companion was young, and until I had picked him up the night before, he was inexperienced as well.
I had brought a hand towel in with me, and tossed it onto the bed alongside my young lover as I knelt alongside his right thigh. I replaced his hands with mine, and he settled back into the pillows he had piled up and enjoyed what I was going to give him. I began to stroke his meat with sharp, rapid strokes, enjoying the slight upward curve he was gifted with. That curve had done things to my prostate the night before that dreams are made of, inexperienced or not. I considered his face, finding that he had closed his eyes once again as he enjoyed my manual maneuvering of his manhood. He looked very young, though I had checked his driver's license and found that he was indeed 21, as he had claimed when I met him in the truck stop lounge last night.
I had stopped for dinner and after deciding to spend the night in the lot, I went for a drink. He was seated at the bar, looking innocent. I sat a stood down, and asked him if he was even old enough to be in there. He replied that he was, and showed me not only his driver's license, but his military ID as well. He was a soldier on leave, headed back to Ft. Carson where he was an MP. I introduced myself and bought him a drink. He was drinking vodka and orange juice, a screwdriver, and I joined him. After another round, he joined me in my RV.
I lowered my mouth to his rigid cock and wrapped my lips around the boy's knob. I tasted a bit of his salty pre-cum as well as residual soap from his shower the night before. We'd both showered after making love, and depositing a healthy load up each other's asses! I stroked his shaft as I worked my mouth lower with every bob of my head, until I was nearly taking his entire length into my throat. He was only five inches. (I like to take a snap-shot of cocks I suck alongside a ruler, it's a thing I guess) I easily worked him to full hardness with my tongue and lips and had him moaning within seconds.
I worked on his cock, pulling off to lick the shaft or suck on his balls occasionally, before returning to full-on cock gobbling. I wanted his load but I also wanted to tease him along for a while. I knew he needed to get back on the road, and I probably needed to as well, but I didn't want to go half-assed either. I wanted him to remember this encounter, along with the fun we'd had last night, for a long time. So, I slowed up and savored his youthful dick for a few minutes.
As I continued sucking his cock, he admitted, "I fucking can't believe how good this feels. Your mouth is so fucking hot."
I looked up and grinned at him around his mouth-filling meat. I swirled my tongue around his knob for a moment and then lifted off long enough to ask, "I guess you never thought getting sucked off by another man would be so much fun?"
He looked at me then, and I could tell he was concerned about his sexuality. I knew what he was thinking. I'd heard it before. "Don't worry about it," I told him. "Getting sucked off by another guy doesn't make you gay. It makes you satisfied." I grinned and licked his piss-slit.
"I don't care if I'm gay or not," he muttered. "I just like what you're doing to my dick! You're so much better than my girlfriend. She could really learn something from you, Rodney."
