I hated to see them go; I wanted more cock. An idea occurred.
"Wait! Take me with you," I said. "I can finish you off in the van." The twins looked at each other and grinned.
2
A short while later I was dressed like they were, appearing like a third technician, but was probably the only guy on I-90 giving his furnace repairman a blowjob as the sun rose over the bay. Jake was lying in the aisle of Mike's dirty van, in between the caged shelves of parts, tools, spools of wire, and racks of pipe. Sports radio was on, and the highway noise, compounded by the rattling of nearly everything in the van drowned out the sounds of the gulping and slurping I was doing. I was on all fours straddling Jake, happily sucking on his curved muscle in time with the bumps in the pavement. I tried to take in as much has possible every few strokes, and it was a little tricky keeping my teeth in check on some of the potholes and lane changes, but his hand on the back of my neck directed me to keep gobbling him up. He could have sucked me off in that position, but my boner stayed in my pants and I really didn't expect that, as these guys were definitely All-American tops. The heater in the van was not reaching back to us very well, so the only thing warm was my mouth and his rock hard meat. I took one glove off and reached into his boxers to play with his egg-sized nuts as my head bobbed up and down quickly on his tasty dick, frequently attempting to imitate a corkscrew. I may have been giving myself permanent duck lips, I thought as my cheeks caved in from the vacuum I was creating. My breath escaped frequently, visible in the cold air, making it look like his cock was smoldering.
Suddenly Jake said something and shifted his hips to lie on his side, and I moved with him. I hadn't understood what he said but knew there was no need to ask him to repeat it as his cock pulled out and my face was suddenly blasted with hot cum. I know 'hot' is just an expression, but as cold as my skin was in the frigid van, his sperm felt sizzling for an instant. His gloved hand appeared and directed his cock to make sure every drop rained onto my face. Jake's jizz was as gooey and fragrant as I had hoped it would be, and the blobs that found their way into my mouth were deliciously creamy and salty. It was a miracle I wasn't temporarily blinded, like I had been during most of the facials I got from the old men in the alley.
I had just withdrawn my gloveless hand from playing with his nuts, in order to push the jizz into my mouth, but he grabbed my arm just as the van had descended an off ramp. It slid down my face as we stopped at a traffic light. Jake and I rose to kneeling positions, facing the front. He then directed the beam of a flashlight at my face.
"Hey check it out! " Jake said, stuffing his dick into his pants, eager to show his brother how artistically he had painted my face with cum.
Mike turned around and laughed as mist from other cars' exhaust drifted around outside like a fog. "I'm next, boy," he said with a grin.
I had just finished cleaning my face by licking the sperm off my fingers when we arrived at our destination, in an older neighborhood. The elderly woman's boiler was in a cramped room in her basement. I was disappointed that there was no room for me to blow Mike. Jake got to work as his brother me led through a door into a garage.
"Check this out," Mike said as he flipped on the light. "We ate lunch out here a couple days when we fixed some freeze damage last year."
The old lady, who was a regular customer, still had her deceased husband's classic car. Sitting forlornly in a stall, it was an early sixties Plymouth convertible with big tail fins and dull, faded orange and white paint. The tires were flat, the top was down, now just a pile of filthy canvas collapsed behind the rear seat. A 1979 Massachusetts plate was still attached to the bumper. The twins had offered to buy the car, but she refused.
I soon learned Mike's purpose was not so much to show me the giant convertible as it was to face fuck me in it. He opened the long, squeaking, heavy door, then ordered me onto my back on the passenger side of the bench seat. He was evidently not afraid of the homeowner hearing or walking in on us. I said nothing to make him hesitate, as I didn't want to miss a millisecond of attention from his dick. Once again I was trembling with excitement. I was going to get face fucked in this car by a nice big penis, just like the prom queen of 1964. The room was upside down again as my head overhung the edge of the seat. I opened my mouth, ready to accept his dick deep in my throat. The blonde furnace tech wasted no time inserting his beautiful, semi-hard meat into me as I took in the smell of the Plymouth's musty, dry rotting upholstery. My face noisily took in Mike's swelling, stiffening cock; the feel of it expanding was exciting. Soon he was rock hard and I was gulping and drooling, trying to synchronize the tightening of my lips as they wrapped around his shaft, but also trying to relax my throat as it slid into me repeatedly. My own dick was throbbing in my pants, aching for release as his balls pummeled my nose.
I had given up on regular breathing, and would get air when I could, coughing, chest heaving while licking and nibbling up and down Mike's muscular shaft, enjoying the close up view of its glistening, bulging veins. It was during such a skin-massaging expedition that Mike's hips jolted and my neck and the side of my face were instantly coated with heated jizz as he grunted. I tried to catch his subsequent bursts in my open mouth, but the explosion of sperm was too chaotic; it just seemed to be squirting everywhere.
It was right after my dousing with semen that Jake appeared, parka on, carrying his toolbag. He must have watched his brother give me the messy facial.
"Good job guys," he said, grinning as he looked at my splattered, inverted face. "We gotta go."
I quickly swallowed as much of the jizz as possible, again sliding it into my mouth with my fingers. A quick face wash in the garage's utility sink, and I was presentable enough to appear in public again. The only remaining evidence that I had been enjoying spurting cocks most of the morning was the lingering scent and taste of sperm.
Even though I had gotten both of them off now, there was no mention of them taking me home. I hoped they weren't finished with me.
3
Our next stop was, of all places, a large church. It had a parochial school next door and a basketball game scheduled later that afternoon. The parish was a contract customer, and the guys had keys to the unoccupied gymnasium. A crate of basketballs greeted us and after several free throws, most of which I missed, Jake led me downstairs into dark hall, lit only by red 'EXIT' signs while Mike disappeared to work on the building's boiler. We stepped into a storage room.
The morning sun streamed through the Venetian blinds, painting everything in stripes. Broken and incomplete desks and chairs lined the walls beneath dusty blackboards in this former classroom. Stacks of old computers and printers sat in a corner. Our apparent destination was in the center of the room, a large, stained high jump pit. The large, soft mattress, normal usually used for indoor track and field events, was likely no stranger to sexual encounters.
I barely had time to mentally picture high school kids with their uniforms half-off fucking on it when Jake suddenly yanked my jeans and boxers far enough down to smack my bare ass. I bent forward, inviting a series of slaps as my pants fell to my ankles. He then gripped my warmed, stinging flesh harshly. His hands were rough as he spread my cheeks to reveal my anus. I felt the cool air on it. "Let me know when you wanna give up somma that pussy," he said with a chuckle.
I was again flattered, as I would have been when any guy said he wanted to fuck me or checked out my ass. "How about now?" I replied, my dick twitching as knew I was probably sentencing myself to a very sore asshole for the next few days. When rushing out of the house earlier, I took only a few things with me. In my pockets were my house key, twenty bucks, my 'Charlie' card for the bus, and lube. I held the white tube up as we both grinned broadly.
"Ehh, you horny bastud!" There was a pause. "All the way naked Phil!" Jake commanded, as if I should have been stripping already. "Let me see what I'm goin' to fuck!"
All my clothes were quickly on the floor and I was down to my socks only in the cool air. It was both scary and thrilling being totally exposed in this strange location, in front of a man I barely knew, knowing I was about to be fucked. My dick hardened and danced around as I moved some desks to give us access to the huge rectangular mattress. Twice when I was facing away, Jake smacked my ass, once calling me a 'horny little faggot', which only made me want what was about to happen more.
The big guy then clamped a hand around my throat and forced me downward till I was on my knees. He placed the tube in my hand and began to pull his dick out of his pants. I was suddenly nervous when I saw his meat, since we were headed into uncharted territory. Sure, I had let the old guys fuck me, and gladly would have done it again, given the chance. I performed okay then, I guessed, since I held on until both those old men had shot their loads inside me. But as I grabbed Jake's beautiful, expanding cock the reality set in. I was not used to taking it in the ass, especially from a young fit guy, and hoped I could handle it. He had cum once already, so this was going to be no quick fuck I had signed up for. The mental conflict between fear and the thrill of anticipation continued as I spent the next few minutes stroking and twisting Jake's gorgeous vein-crossed meat with both hands until it was a glossy, slick, muscular, upturned erection once more. My hole twitched as I craved it inside me. A rough textured hand around my throat again guided me onto my back, and almost instantly I was on the edge of the mattress, legs projecting up and out, stiff dick pointing back over my head. Jake stood close, jeans around his thighs, shiny cock jolting and swaying slightly.
