Stories : The Northernmost Nag – Chapter 1

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Chapter 1 – Time to Hit the Road and a Fat Doobie

We finally got the fearless foursome packed in my, hand-me-down, Eddie Bauer Ford Explorer heading four hours east to Nags Head, N.C. My tennis partner and German language classmate had decided months earlier that our Spring Break would be an all-male trip to his parents beach house where we could play tennis, get tanked on Quervo tequila shots and lounge around without any rules or regulations. Jimmy “Konnichiwa” Jones was a native New Yorker who did not take no for an answer. A gorgeous African-American and Japanese blend, he was an only child who always got what he wanted. His father’s wealth as an investment banker and his mother’s doting affections created an extremely handsome young man with a very persuasive personality. One of the sexiest guys I have ever met, so much so, even straight guys couldn’t keep their eyes off him. We became tennis buddies during our freshman year at U.N.C. – Gay or Greensboro that turned into a volatile friendship on and off the courts. Our tennis skills were equally matched turning our fierce three set matches into fowl mouthed, grudge fests. I was a Bachelor of Fine Arts acting major and thrived on emotional outbursts with Jimmy. It seemed to motivate me to express myself with more confidence on the stage.

Our other pals on this trip where just as crazy as we were. Another native New Yorker from Westchester County was an Italian with deep set brown eyes who loved to curse you out in his native tongue. So, Glen’s favorite phrase became ours, too. Vafangool meant fuck you in his home. He was the pasta Godfather and kept us fat and happy with his red sauce and homemade Ravi’s. Finally, the lumbering beast of our group was Carrot Top. He was from Cincinnati with bright red hair and Irish green eyes. Weighing in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds, a giant among friends, his six feet seven inches made him look clumsy. He tried to make basketball his saving grace, but it was that flaming red hair that ultimately defined him.

They tried to give me a redneck nickname like Billy Bob. I would not stand for it because I was born in Los Angeles, a military brat. I did spend my summers in rural North Carolina with my grandparents. William or Will was a fine name for me and only when I was drunk could they slip out with Billy Bob Blue-eyes. Hard for me to conceal my love for weed, Jimmy had started saluting me when I was stoned. He said my eyes were extremely patriotic- red, white and blue. It was the end of an error, the last of the red hot seventies. And we refused to succumb to the Ronnie Reagan, khaki wearing, zombies who felt they should coin silly phrases like, “Just Say No,” especially to drugs.

The outer banks of North Carolina was not ready for as “outer” as we were going to make them while partying for most of the week. Our university used to be an all-girls teachers college before it opened the doors to men in the late 60’s. A liberal arts school with a great theatre department an avant-garde art college where the men, more often than not, loved other men instead of all the soon-to-be school Marms was the only way to describe U.N.C. – Gay or Greensboro. I was openly out and Jimmy was not too far behind me as bisexual. Truth be known, he liked anyone who would buy him nice things and would have sex with them no matter what their gender. And he got lots of sex because he was so damn hot. Those brown Asian eyes and dark black hair with just the right amount of curl on top of a golden brown skin-toned body which highlighted his bright, white smile won him the most handsome on campus award. He melted many a heart who longed to keep him all to their own, but he was not having that. His horny cock had dipped into the smorgasbord of guy and gal choices. He loved boasting of leaving one dorm room and heading cross campus to another; punching out a tight asshole after the girl’s pussy had not allowed him to drive it home deep. His reputation preceded him as having a gorgeously grand piece of meat swinging between his legs obvious to me as I had watched it bounce heavily in his tennis shorts many times.

I laid on my horn hard, “Wake up, you guys are missing out on Rocky Mountain.”

“Vafangool, you idiot I was having a hot dream. Look at my shorts tented like it was an early morning hard-on,” Glen hollered from the back seat.

“Is that all you working with?” joked Jimmy.

To my surprise Carrot reached over and grabbed Glen’s tent pole and said, “It’s skinny, but long enough to plow most holes around this sleepy little redneck town.”

“Who got next? We might near half way there and I could damn shore take a catnap,” I gave them my best blend of rural and urban accents.

“I like to drive. Let’s stop take a piss break and find something to eat,” Carrot commanded.

“I got your tube steak right here all hot of the grill,” Glen laughed as he pulled down his basketball shorts showing off his spicy sausage.

“Shit that won’t begin to feel me up,” Carrot blasted back.

I swerved into a McDonald’s parking lot just as Jimmy pulled up his shorts pant leg and said, “I got your Big Mac, right here, Carrot top. No need to hit the drive-through.”

Damn, that Mac Daddy was fat and long. Not even fully erect yet. I started drooling about more than just what Ronald McDonald could offer me. I think all our dicks were getting aroused as we tried to move from the Explorer to order food from this small town grease pit. Carrot and Glen went straight to take a piss. I followed behind Jimmy dreaming about his tennis legs and full ass chasing me around the court naked and free. Hoped we could all play doubles in at least just our jock straps, since we had taught Glen and Carrot how to handle our hard hitting serves. Jim had promised me that his folk’s beach house was all that and a bag of chips. It had a private pool in front of the house that looked onto the sandy beach and one tennis/basketball court on the side between the next big vacation house which both properties shared. He swore that the neighbors were never there and didn’t play tennis. So, I was very hopeful we could get as naked as we liked the whole week spring breaking it. The stage had long broken me from being shy about my own nudity. After playing the lead in Equus, I could strip down naked as a jaybird in front of anyone.

We wolfed down some burgers and fries, refilled our drinks, hitting the road again after reshuffling our seating arrangement. Jimmy and I moved to the back seat while Top prepared to take the wheel. Glen retrieved from deep in his backpack a baggie of nice big, pre-rolled, joints and lit one up. Carrot was the only nonsmoker in the group so it was a good thing he was driving the last leg of our journey. Jim took a hit and blew me a shotgun which made my dick jump again being so close to his perfectly shaped lips. The boys from New York lit up another joint and I started dozing off to sleep listening to them jabber on about what they loved most about the city that never sleeps. I don’t know how long sleep had taken hold of me, but suddenly I felt an elbow poking me in my ribs as Jimmy needed to show me something important.

Rolling my eyes around from the side of the window, I saw we had made it onto Hwy 64. The skinny Pine trees were rising up from the marshy waters as we got closer to our destination. Jimmy grabbed me and pointed to the front seat where I heard this wet slobbering sound coming from Carrot’s lap. Realizing I did not see Glen’s head, I cleared the sleep from my eyes, leaned between the two front seats to see his premature balding head bouncing up and down off of Top’s amazingly long dick. Our beast of a man had both hands on the wheels trying to keep my Explorer on the narrow road while having his hard cock sucked deep down Glen’s throat. His red curly pubes were soaked wet and stuck to his thick dick at the base. I don’t know why I was surprised, but it made obvious sense, that our six foot seven inches Carrot Top would have a good ten to push into a hot hungry, big-mouthed, New Yorker. Jimmy and I laughed when our heads bumped both trying to get a better view.

“Glen you are a pig. Wasn’t that Big Mac enough for you?”

He barely stopped long enough to mumble, “Shut up and Bogart that fat joint beside you, Will.”

Jimmy reached over to the backseat ashtray retrieving the fat end of the second joint they had smoked and lit it. Taking a deep hit he placed the hot end in his mouth grabbed my head and blew me a shotgun streaming pot smoke that seemed to be endless. I filled my lungs of steel full and struggled not to cough out the mind relaxing cannabis. Jim never wasted pot so he just ate the small roach and jokingly licked his fingers as if he had just finished off his favorite, spicy chicken wings. Then to my delight he pushed his long middle finger into my mouth for me to suck. He had long, fat fingers which mirrored what was hanging between his legs.

Before we got deep into some heavy kissing, slurping, and sucking I asked Carrot if he was okay to drive without plunging us to our death into the piney marshlands on both sides of the road. He grunted out, “I got this, Will. My old girlfriend used to blow me all the time when I drove around Cinci after dark. Glen is a great cocksucker and I’m about to feed him every last drop of my jizz!”

Jimmy pushed me back into our seat and told me stop worrying like an old mother hen. He wrestled on top of me sticking his tongue deep into my mouth. Kissing always got me going, so my hands searched his chest pinching his nipples sharply. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth bruising it with his powerful suction. I guess our tennis court challenges which could get quite brutal had forced us into this tough sexual play. His hands slid behind my back down to my ass cheeks and he was pulling them apart rough like I was one of his slutty bitches. Realizing I was in for the ride of my life, no stopping us now, even if the land ended and we just fucked our way out deep into the Atlantic Ocean.

It’s amazing how to grown young men can maneuver there horny bodies in the backseat of a packed to the rims SUV. Before my reddened blue eyes could see clearly, Jimmy had my shorts and boxers down at my feet. He pushed my legs up knees against the back of our seat and was tonguing my asshole like it was his favorite dish. This sent me into overdrive as I grabbed his curly locks and pushed his head further between my cheeks. Suddenly, I looked up and saw Carrot watching us in the rearview. He swerved the Explorer a bit as a joke which caused our bodies to tumble around from Jimmy eating my ass to him forcing his fat dick into my mouth. I had never sucked as big a cock as this one and he knew it. Shoving his long dick down my throat so I would gag and get it slobbery wet, apparently lube was what he needed to bust my tight ass wide open.

Glen had stopped sucking to watch Konni’s ass between the front seats while he fingered my hole to open me up a bit. He was so into watching that he smacked Jimmy’s ass loud.

“You better get back to sucking Top off before my fist lands one upside your head. Nobody beats my ass like a slave, cocksucker!” I guess Jim had to set the record straight before he fucked me royally. My next move was to have him kiss me deep while I tried to relax my hole. He winked at me to let me know everything was okay. Jimmy’s dick was beautiful. Cut with golden brown color that got darker at the rim where he had been circumcised. Its head was not as fat as the rest of his eleven inches, so when he forced it into me I didn’t feel as tight as I would, soon enough. Glen had gone back to sucking Carrot’s dick and all that slurping sound was really turning me on. Jimmy took his time working the head of his dick in and out of my hole making it pop. The sound of sex in my ride was better than any 80’s tune, even my favorite group, Tears for Fears, smooth renditions.

Jimmy began pushing in deep spreading me wider as Carrot watched in the rearview ready to explode. I moved my ass around like the two black tuxedoed dancers in the, Everybody wants to Rule the World, video. Jimmy knew how to fuck my hole with long deep strokes then sudden fast head-popping out jabs. When he slowed down a bit, I reached around his chest and hugged him tight. He was in no hurry to come. I was glad of that as my asshole began to form fit to his big cock, just as well matched as we were on the tennis court. I closed my eyes and saw the Tears for Fears video again. It was me riding the three-wheeler on the sand dunes and with each deep stroke Jim hit my most sensitive inner spot. I knew he could make me come without having to jerk my dick. So, pulling my legs back knees touching the seat, I let him fuck me for as long and hard as he wanted. Sometimes ruling the world is more about letting someone else rule over you taking all the control from your grasp. I was relinquishing it all to my tennis partner, friend and now, fuck buddy, just enjoying the ride without worrying about the week ahead.

D.W. Bradburn