Tom released his grip on Joe’s head and let him find his own pace. “Now suck Travis.” Tom pulled out of his mouth and started pounding his meat faster.

As Joe sucked Travis, he was immediately confronted with a new feeling; he was really enjoying cocksucking. Travis’ cock was completely different than Tom’s giant tool; he could actually take all of it, right down to the cooper colored pubic hair. Another thing, it was pretty, all pink and white, like “Hollywood.” He imagined how beautiful Travis must have been when he entered prison, before gangbangers marred his body with graffiti.

Tom pulled Joe away from Travis and shoved his cock in his mouth. “Suck the head!” Joe fought to get the big head in his mouth. “Suck harder and swallow my cum!” Tom pounded his meat faster; waves of heat pulsed in Joe’s mouth.

Out of the corner of his eye Joe saw Travis’ cock; the head was almost crimson as he pounded it vigorously in a viselike grip. Without warning, Travis exploded ropes of white jism splattering on Joe’s face and dripped from his chin. Seconds later Tom unloaded a tidal wave of hot sperm, splattering on Joe’s face and coating his close cropped hair. Tom continued to beat his meat while forcing his cock in Joe’s mouth. A minute later another load was ejaculated into Joe’s mouth causing him to gag.

Nobody bothered to dress, after the intimate shower, Tom fired up another joint, took a drag, and passed it over to Travis and Joe who were setting together surrounded by Joe’s “back to school clothes,” as Travis referred to them. They mellowed out as they continued to smoke.

Travis held a pair of hiking boots. “Dr. Martens black Chukkas…good for hitchhiking and you stand a much better chance of not being killed for your footwear.”

Tom coughed out the word, “Cheap!”

Travis’ shot Tom the finger. “No, price was not a factor, safety and quality was the main focal points. Guys who wear this brand aren’t preppie types, more like bikers, skinheads or wannabe skins. They don’t take shit from anybody. Try hitchhiking in a pair of high-end shoes like Air Jordan’s. You wouldn’t make it a mile before a van pulls alongside you and demands your shoes.”

Tom took another drag and passed it over, but not before he coughed another, “Cheap!”

Travis flashed the finger and continued explaining the selection. “Joe, if I can make your journey just a little bit safer by selecting the clothes that lets you blend in I feel that I’ve made a contribution. Two days from now you’ll be on the road with hundreds of spring breakers.” Travis held out the white baseball cap. “LSU fans will be out in great force and this cap identifies you as one of them, safe to pickup.”

Tom sighed. “Buzzzz! Only one problem, Joe doesn’t know what the hell a LSU is …you know those tiger fans eat their young!”

“I’m pretty good at ad-libbing.” Joe said. “One of the many things my grandfather taught me…he said it works well with little-white-lying, which he cautioned me to never bring hurt using it.”

“The wisdom passed down is the strongest kind.” Tom said. “It’s unfortunate for the Indian way of life that we don’t have replacements for wise men, like your grandfather, to carry on the tradition of instructing our young men.”

Joe’s mind raced with