he jammed it into my passenger’s hungry hole. I stood in front of him and face-fucked him while the other man fucked him from behind. The man ripped his button-down plaid shirt off, revealing a chiseled, practically hairless body. His pecs and abs bulged with each thrust; I was ready to cum within minutes of just watching him.

It wasn’t long before I unleashed my hot load into my passenger’s ready mouth. He managed to swallow it all without any problem. The man was still working on his ass, but it wasn’t long before he had pulled out and was letting his cum loose all over my passenger’s back.

“Fuck yeah!” he shouted, shooting huge beads of his man juice all over the place. Finally done, he put his clothes back on without saying a word and headed back inside. My passenger and I gathered up our own clothes, which were spread all over the ground, and got dressed again.

I returned to the diner to find my cheeseburger waiting for me, still piping hot. I wasn’t expecting much, but it was probably the best burger I had eaten in a long time. We both finished our meal and I reached for my wallet.

“Don’t bother – it’s in the house this time,” said the man, winking at me, “and ya’ll come back anytime, y’hear?”

“Sounds good,” I said, smiling, “I’ll be sure to come back real soon.”

My passenger and I both hopped back into my truck, and I drove off again.

“Fuck, that was great,” I started, “nothing like a good threesome.”

“I know man,” said the passenger, “it’s like I’ve been waiting for this stuff my whole life. Sex with my wife is like… just shit.”

I just laughed. “Yeah, men do it better.”

It got to be about ten ‘o clock and I saw a sign for a motor inn up ahead. Thinking this was probably the last motel we’d see for about 100 miles, I pulled into a parking spot near the office. Looking around, there were a few tractor-trailers parked, along with what I guessed were family cars. ‘Interstate must be nearby,’ I thought.

“I’ll go get us a room,” I said, getting out and walking towards the rather shady looking office. There was an extremely pleasant old woman of about 80 sitting at the counter. I secured room number eight, paid her, and walked back out. I jingled the keys in the window and my passenger got out and followed me across the parking lot to a room that was situated snugly next to a tractor-trailer. I unlocked the door to reveal a decently appointed room.

“I need a shower,” I said, pulling off my clothes without hesitation.

“I’ll join you,” he said, doing the same and following me into the bathroom. The shower was a rather large shower-tub combination, so there was plenty of room for both of us. I turned on the hot water and stood underneath. He stood facing me and reached out for the soap, lying on the counter. He undid the paper wrapper and started rubbing the slippery bar on my hairy pecs. He worked his way down to my abs, then down further, lathering my muscular ass before rubbing the soap all over my cock and balls. I was already hard, but he just teased me, jerking me once or