Ron and Gary had had the Fuckmobile for about 3 months and it had become a regular thing to go cruising in it on the weekend, looking for stray dick. This Sunday morning, however, was different. Gary was under the weather and refused to get out of bed.
"You two go without me." he told us. "If I miss anything that great, take a picture!"
So, Ron and I hit the open road together on our never ending quest for cock and ass. It was high summer and had been blazing for days. I had on a tank top and a pair of thin gym shorts over a jock and Ron had on a wife beater and a pair of cut off 501's with heavy work socks and his work boots on his feet. He looked like something out of a porn flick with his muscular body almost naked and the tight crotch buttons of his shorts straining to contain all of the meat packed inside.
Minutes after we'd started, we'd already ditched our shirts and let the breeze from the open windows cool our bodies.
We had been riding for about 2 hours and we were on a back road about 30 miles from town when all of the sudden, the engine made a loud PING and then a sound like a bag of marbles inside a dryer. The van rapidly lost speed and we pulled over to the side of the road. We had driven through the last little crossroads community about 10 minutes before but where we were now, there was nothing but fields and trees around us as far as the eye could see and not another vehicle anywhere.
Ron and I got out and he opened the front. "Looks like we lost a fan belt." he said. "And," he picked up a piece of metal and held it out, "the fan came off with it."
"Now, what?" I asked. "Should we call Gary?"
"There was a garage back in that last town we passed through." Gary said. "You wait here with the van and I'll walk back and see if I can get someone to help us."
He tucked his shirt into the back of his waistband and I watched him walk off down the road. In a couple of minutes, he had rounded a bend out of sight and I was alone in 90 degree heat in the middle of nowhere. I waited about 10 more minutes, and then did the most sensible thing. I opened the back of the van, stripped down to my jock and climbed in the back and fell asleep.
I awoke with a start to the sound of car doors slamming and I glanced up at the dashboard clock. Four hours had passed! A shadow clouded the van's back doors and I turned in that direction. Staring in at me was a guy who looked like the reincarnation of 70's porn star Richard Locke. He was in his early 50's, around 6' 2" with a close dark beard flecked with gray and a full head of curly dark hair. He was wearing a one piece coverall that zipped up the front and emphasized his broad chest and wide shoulders and his narrow waist. And even from where I was laying, I could see that whatever was in the crotch of that suit, it was big. He looked kind of confused and I realized that I was laying there on my belly with my bare ass exposed to him. Even worse, when I rolled over to sit up, I had a big piss hard on poking out of the cup of my jock.
I groped around and found my shorts and then slid out of the van's doors. The full length view of my anonymous stud was even better.
It was still hotter than hell but the sky was dark and I heard thunder in the distance. There was a tow truck parked at an angle behind the van and at the side of the road pissing into the wind was my ole buddy Ron.
"I thought maybe you had left me for the bears to eat. " I said.
Ron tucked his dick away and turned to me. "This here is Sal." he said. "He owns the garage. We had to wait for a parts delivery." He walked over to the tow truck and reached into the cab, then handed me a beer.
"Sal and I already had a few while we waited." Ron said, and then he looked over smiling at Sal. "While we waited for Billy boy to deliver the parts."
Sal looked up and blushed crimson.
"That boy wants your dick." Ron said. "He was looking at you like starving man looks at steak."
"Bullshit!" Sal replied. His voice was a deep growl. "Even if that young boy is queer, he wouldn't be interested in an old fart like me."
"Jesus," I was thinking to myself, "I'd drink this stud's bath water just to see how his dick tastes and he doesn't think anyone would be INTERESTED??"
"I know what I saw." Ron said and pointed at Sal's crotch. "He's hungry for that."
"Fuck you." Sal said, smiling. "Young boy like that would probably run home to his mama if someone flashed a hard dick at him. Hell, I just might, too." and he and Ron both guffawed. They were both half lit.
Sal looked me up and down, then looked up at the sky and said. "Well, hard dicks or not, rain's coming soon and we need to get your van running."
Ron and Sal got the parts out of Sal's truck and went around to the front of the van and I climbed back into the back and lay down, again, even though it was stifling hot. After a minute, I slid my shorts back off and rolled onto my stomach; just in case Sal needed anything in the van.
