Threeway on the Freeway

I was on Interstate 80, maybe fifteen miles East of Fairfield, CA heading
towards Sacramento. Up in the high, flat country with the golden grass in the
summer. It was hot, very hot, but I had my windows open enjoying my new
state. At 70 half the traffic seemed to be passing me. I was heading to my
sister’s house for the weekend, and in no particular rush since I was three
hours early. I was dying for something to drink, maybe a Snapple, when I saw
the van on the shoulder up ahead.

I was already in the rightmost lane. It was pretty far ahead. I tapped my
brake pedal to k**l the cruise control and started trying to see what was
going on with the van. It was an older Ford Econoline, fixed up as a camper,
with a raised roof and perfectly dull gray paint. The side doors were open
toward the guardrail and nearly touching it. I could see someone standing in
front of the van. I decided to play Good Samaritan. As I slowed down and got
really close I saw a young guy on the shoulder in front of the van, nice build
it seemed, possibly cute.

As I passed the van I saw that there were actually two guys there, both
young, and both good looking. I pulled over in front and stopped a few car
lengths ahead. When I stepped out of my own van I saw one of them, the guy
with brown hair, running toward me.

“Hey man, thanks for stopping”

“No trouble, what’s wrong”

“It just seemed to die all of a sudden, and there’s a wire loose around the
engine”

“Well, let’s take a look at it”

He was maybe twenty three or so, thin, short, small bodied, Just the way I
like them! And he was really very attractive too. He had an oval shaped face,
very dark eyebrows, a deep tan that looked like it lasted all year. His hair
was sort of wavy, every time a car would go bye it would fly up, and then fall
back where it was before. There was a nice little bit of his hair laying
across his forehead that stimulated me immensely. It would wiggle with the
blast from the cars and it seemed like it ought to tickle him. I wanted to
tickle him.

Out here on the pavement it was amazingly hot. We walked the short distance
to the van and I saw that his friend was all covered with grease from his
hands all up to his elbows. But he was very attractive too, dirty blond hair
with tight curls, a sharply defined chin, no hair on as much of his chest as I
could see. He was wearing a plain white muscle shirt which had streaks of
grease on it. He was smiling as his friend and I walked up to him. He had a
heavy copper wire in his hands. He looked gay to me. He was certainly cute,
much cuter than his friend who was also cute. It occurred to me to wonder if
they might be a gay couple. As I got closer I saw that he was holding this
wire near the alternator.

“Hi. Loose wire huh ?”

“Yeah, thanks for stopping, you wouldn’t have any tools would you?”

“I’ve got some small tools, let me have a look, OK?”

The brown haired guy introduced himself as Nate, he told me his friend’s name
was David, I smiled and told him my name too. We shook hands and I didn’t want
to let go. Nate was Mediterranean I decided, Greek maybe. David seemed to be
Nordic or maybe German. They were both wearing shorts, David’s were denim
cutoffs that had once been Levi 501 jeans, Nate had a pair of bright green
nylon shorts on with a tye died shirt. They were both so sweet looking.

The wire was the one that carries the output of the alternator. It had
somehow broken out of the end, which was still fastened on the back. It
looked like there was enough bare copper to fit back under there and at least
make a connection. The strands of the wire were all black though, corroded, I
had a knife and some box end wrenches in my van. I smiled again.

“Well, this belongs on the back of your alternator here, see?”

“Yeah right.”

“I think we can cleanup the wire and arrange it between this connector and
the post and get it to work for you. I need some tools from my van first.”

David walked back to my van with me. He was going on about what a nice guy I
was for stopping, and how much he appreciated it. He told me they were on
their way to Denver, oddly enough he was going to see his sister too. When he
told me they were going so his sister could meet Nate I was sure. A gay
couple. Young, and both of them pretty. Now I was really happy I had
stopped, they seemed like really nice people. Very much Out too, somehow I
felt proud of them for a minute.

Tools now in hand, we returned to David’s van. It was easy to scrape the
wire clean. The nut on the back of the alternator was a bit more trouble. It
was hard to get at first of all, and my wrench was a short one, not much
torque. The wrench jumped off the nut and my hand brushed against the exhaust
manifold, and I got a burn and a cut at the same time. Nate was horrified.
He ran to the side of the van and grabbed an old towel, and Nate and I took
care of my hand while David got the nut loose.

They were both full of apologies. The cut wasn’t that bad but my hand was
dirty, and the b***d was dissolving some of the dirt and it stung pretty bad.
Or was it the burn stinging? Nate was playing nurse and now I noticed that he
sort of sounded gay. It turns out he had been a nurse in the Navy. I
explained to David how to weave the strands of wire around the post and then
retighten the nut.

By now Nate had stopped the bleeding, I had some Aloe Vera gel in my van so
we went to get that for the burn, it was a small little thing. I told Nate to
grab my overnight bag, it was in there. With all the b***d on my one hand we
decided he should find it. He kept pulling out all these condoms, well, I had
quite a few, you never know. We started joking, he found a red one and said
it was his favorite color. I think he knew. By the time we found the gel and
put some on my hand David had started his van already.

Now they were thanking me profusely. Nate was worried about my hand. He
insisted it needed to be washed and bandaged, would I stop with them at the
next exit, they wanted to repay my kindness. I agreed.

There was one of those modern gas stations that sells everything at the exit.
Nate and I went into the rest room, I asked David to get me a Snapple. In a
few minutes my hand was clean as new and Nate and I returned to their van.
Inside was a fold down bed. David was there rolling a joint. We all sat down
and closed the doors. His engine was running, the air conditioning on full
blast, finally a cold drink, Nate was wrapping gauze around my right hand.
David lit the joint.

“Have a hit Steve, thanks a lot, you’re a really great guy.”

“Thanks, you guys are pretty cool too, you know.”

“What do you mean ?”

“Well, um, you’re a couple right? I admire that.”

“Oh, so you understand about that?”

“I’m gay too guys.”

They both sort of looked at me for a second. I was sitting in between them.
Then they looked at each other and Nate sort of blushed. David put his hand
on my shoulder.

“You are?”

“I am what?”

“Gay”

“Yes, I’m gay, some people are, you know?”

“That’s great Steve. Are you in a real hurry to get to Sacramento?”

“Um, no, not especially.”

“Well then, let’s have another joint, ok?”

“Sure, thanks, I mean you guys don’t owe me anything, I would have helped you
even if you were straight.”

Laughter mixed with the tension. We had parked off in a corner of the lot,
near the restrooms, no-one else was really around. There were curtains on the
windows. The doors were shut to keep the cool air inside. David took off his
shirt. His smooth, almost hairless chest was a sight to behold. Just enough
flesh to cover his ribs, not an ounce of fat. Smooth skin, tan, flawless.

“Your shirt is a mess Steve.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Let me help you off with it.”

Now Nate took off his shirt. Much nore hair, black hair, curls, sweat, huge
gobs of hair under his arms, very masculine. His skin was much darker than
David’s, leathery looking, creases evenly spaced when he sat down. My Snapple
was gone, the joints were gone, I felt very relaxed. David put his hand on my
thigh. Nate put his hand on my shoulder. David kissed me.

“Have you ever had a threeway Steve?” It was David again.

“Umm, uh, no, no I haven’t.”

“Do you like us?”

“Oh yes I do, you guys are fantastic.”

As if on a cue somehow they both stood up and told me to lie down and relax.
David’s face was right in front of mine, he kissed me again, fully,
passionately, he used his tongue. I felt hands on my pants, my belt was being
undone, it was Nate. I started to moan. Nothing like this had ever happened
to me before. Nate told me to lift up and I did. He pulled my jeans down to
my ankles, then I felt him untying my sneakers, he took them off and slid my
jeans off as well. I had nothing on now but a pair of boxer shorts and my
socks. They were pink socks. The boxer shorts had stripes. Nate started
kissing my cock through them. David had my mouth occupied already. Time
seemed to stop.

I grabbed David’s cutoffs and started massaging him. He had no belt on, with
a figure like his he did not need one. I started to unsnap his fly. He was
huge! Inside was a tight pair of bikini briefs. I was rubbing him through
the thin fabric and he was hard already. Nate took my cock out through the
fly of my shorts. He started to lick my cock. Moaning louder now. The cool
air from the front of the van, David still kissing me, My hand on his cock,
Nate sucking me now, taking it all, I pulled David’s cutoffs down to his
knees, he was kneeling beside me, the van smelled like sex inside. Nate was
going faster, I didn’t want to cum yet, I twisted around to pull my cock out
of his mouth. Then I pushed David away a second, long enough to sit up and
pull him to his feet, and finish undressing him. What a beautiful cock he
had!

Now I stood up and moved over to Nate. His green shorts had a snap in the
front, and a zipper. I pulled them down. He had no underwear on, he had an
uncut cock. Longer and thicker than David’s or mine. Precum glistened around
the end. I asked them if we could all lie down on the bed, we all fit. Nate
was against the paneling, leaning on his side, facing me. Then me, and David
between me and the edge of the bed. We kissed and hugged and stroked each
other for a few minutes. I came up for breath and saw my jeans on the floor
behind David.

“Excuse me David, let me reach over here a second”

“Sure”

I fished my keyring out of my pocket. I got a condom out of the little pouch.
Laying down again now, between these two hot guys, I reached behind me and
handed the condom to Nate. He understood. They had made a storage compartment
in the wall of the van, Nate reached in there and got something. He started
to spread it on my ass, it felt cool but his touch was warm. I was kissing
David again. Nate pressed his cock against me from behind, my favorite
position too. I pressed back against him, feeling him start to push his way
in. I pressed harder. David had his face firmly against mine, his tongue and
mine making circles in each other’s mouths. My right arm wrapped around David,
pulling him closer, our chests together now as his lover thrust deep inside
me. I shook with joy. Nate suddenly worried he was hurting me, he asked if he
should stop, I heard him clearly but I wasn’t about to speak with his lover’s
young face merging with mine. I reached around behind me and pulled him
tighter against me. He understood.

Kissing David was very nice but I wanted more. Nate was nibbling on my
shoulder from behind. He had his hand on my cock. He was stroking me. David
finally let me breathe for a second and I asked him to move up. He did too,
he put his crotch right in front of my face and it wasn’t there for two
seconds before I had his cock in my hand. I started to run my tongue around
in circles on the head of his cock while Nate, behind me, started pumping into
me faster and faster.

I took David into my mouth, slowly, salivating, making him wet, until I had
all of him. My nose was buried down in the pubic hair at the base of his
cock. Smell of his manhood, deep in my throat, Nate fucking me from behind.
I started to move my head up and down on him. Faster now, bringing him close.
He was moaning and so was Nate. Suddenly David pulled away from my mouth, he
stood up.

“Steve, would you like to fuck me?”

“Yes!”

He reached over Nate and I and grabbed a condom. It felt great as he rolled
it on me. Then he lubed himself and laid down again in front of me. Nate was
still pumping away in my rear. David eased back against me as I reached down
to guide my cock into him. I entered him slowly, but easily, not a virgin,
nice ass, nice guy, I was ready for this. I let Nate set the pace, as he
would push into me I in turn thrust deeper into David. Soon the van was
rocking side to side with the rhythm of our three bodies. Nate couldn’t take
it any more, he was biting me, my shoulder, my neck, I could feel his teeth as
he went faster and faster. I paused inside David to let Nate get his release.
Each thrust he made I pushed back against him, I wanted as much of him inside
me as I could get. Faster now, harder, biting me harder, I felt his climax as
his whole body started to shake. He stopped, but he stayed inside me, fingers
holding his condom, I turned my attention back to David.

Reaching around David now, my hand on his cock, I started to stroke him while
fucking him hard. I licked the back of his neck. Wetness now on the head of
his cock, was it my saliva or his precum, the smells inside that van, David’s
curly hair against my nose, his small little ass taking me inside, it was all
I could take. Hard and deep, a final thrust, juice spurting out of me, then
David shot his load with me, all over the blanket, white, sticky, lots of it
too. I grabbed his right earlobe with my lips, sucking it as I shot more and
more of my cum. So deep inside him, warm, tight. I felt Nate pulling out of
me. I collapsed between them, two gorgeous guys, hunks, men.

A few minutes passed in utter silence, then we got up, and cleaned ourselves,
we had fun handing each other various items of clothing, joking, telling each
other how good it had been. We kissed goodbye and then they left.

I got to my sister’s house right about on time.

“Hi, how was your trip?”

“Oh, wonderful, really great!”

“What do you mean ? What happened?”

I told her the story, she called me a slut. I smiled again.