I suppose it was inevitable that the guys' dicks would come out. The three of us have been talking about sex for half an hour straight. Actually, you can scratch the word "straight," since we are all men in the car and we're now discussing what we want to do to each other once we get to our weekend cabin rental.

As the driver, I have some level of concern over Eric and Rick exposing themselves on a public road. We are in a part of the state (which is most of the state) where the general population might not be very tolerant of two middle-aged men baring their boners. Or doing whatever else these two might get up to in my back seat now that they're all horned up. At least it's early on a Friday morning, and traffic on the expressway out of town is light.

More specifically, what we've just been talking is how Eric might be ready for Rick to take his anal cherry this afternoon. But now Rick has upped the anal stakes, talking about what he wants in his own colon. "I might want to try double-anal with you guys."

"Double-anal?! Is that even real?" exclaims Eric, now unbuckled and stroking his staff. "You really think it’s possible?"

"There are videos out there that I don't think they could fake. I don't know why it isn't more popular in gay porn, but I've been playing with some pretty big toys, and I think I might be able to take you both. No offense, but your dicks aren't that big."

"None taken," Eric and I both reply. We know our tools are decent-sized, though they certainly don't measure up to Rick's meat monster.

Besides concern over two men making out and jerking each other in the back seat, one might think my other dominant feeling would be jealousy, since Rick and I are effectively a couple, at least sexually. Already best friends, we discovered man-sex together a few weeks ago and have become dedicated lovers. He is (platonically) still married to Emily, however, who is also gay and has a same-sex lover of her own. It's complicated, okay?

So I'm not feeling jealous, I'm feeling hot as hell. I was already worked up over the prospect of Rick penetrating the virgin void that is Eric's ass, and that I might get sloppy seconds inside him, and now these two are going at it in my car. It's a strong start to the all-male fuckstravaganza, arranged by Eric's incredibly understanding wife Tori, that we have planned for this weekend.

Then the thing that I’ve been anxious about happens. An SUV cruises by in the left lane, then hits the brakes so it's even with us. There are two graying women in it, maybe fiftyish, who start hooting and hollering. The one in the passenger seat unbuckles, lifts up her top and fried-eggs her splendidly saggy boobs up against the window. Next she pulls up the driver's top, grabs her right boob and sucks on it for a second. Wouldn’t it be fun to hook up with these two and make it a fivesome? I’m sure Eric’s and Rick’s wives wouldn’t mind. Then again, Rick, the only one of us three who isn't bisexual, probably would mind. Oh well, these thoughts last about three seconds before the vehicle revs up and zips away.

"Just imagine if that was Emily and Jackie," says Eric luridly, referring to Rick's wife and her lesbian lover. As a matter of fact, I am already imagining that, since the car was the same model as Jackie's. "They're totally hot, aren't they, Joe?"

"Hey, Rick," I taunt from the driver's seat, "even you've gotta admit you have a hot wife. Who's even hotter as a lesbian.”

"Yeah, okay, fine. I already know Joe gets hard thinking of my wife with Jackie, so I shouldn't be surprised if you do too, Eric. But just so you know - as Joe already does - you have less chance of actually getting to see Emily and Jackie go at it than you do of meeting the Easter Bunny."

"Except in my mind," teases Eric, using his free hand to jerk his own cock for a moment, "where I've already fucked the Easter Bunny. Good thing I have a hot wife of my own. Don't I, Joe? You should know, since you fucked her three times last weekend."

"Yeah, right in front of you, buddy."

"Which is just the way I like it," affirms Eric, acknowledging his deep hotwife fixation. Just last weekend, I'd had an incredible threeway day with Eric and Tori. "But I think I like this just as much." He now bends down to take Rick's uncut rammer into his mouth.

Which is hot as fuck, but having already been noticed by one passing civilian vehicle, the thought nags at me that it might not go so well the next time. "Hey guys, if you’re going to do that back there, I should probably mention that my coworker Don used to work in law enforcement, and he once warned me never to get arrested in Coolidge County." Which we are in. "Maybe finish each other off quick and get your pants back on before something bad happens."

They don’t respond, but Rick's already moaning, so maybe I'll get my wish. Unfortunately, another car soon comes along in the left lane. Actually, I hear this one, an older Camaro Z28, as soon as I see it. It has a gun rack in the back window, not an unusual thing in this county, meaning the driver is more likely to be a local. And more likely hostile, if he notices what these two are up to.

In what might be the worst possible timing, the Camaro driver, a beefy-looking guy sporting a muscle shirt in his muscle car, glances over at the exact moment that Rick passes the point of no return, arching his back and driving his dong-nectar into Eric's hungry mouth. The guy witnesses the whole thing, then starts yelling and honking his horn. Uh-oh.

But then we realize that he isn't yelling in anger. He's cheering. Then he opens his lips in an "O" and flutters his tongue at us before downshifing and racing off, leaving us with a couple of puffs of tire smoke and the roar of a barely muffled V-8. His hand comes up out of the window, throwing not a middle finger but the devil's-horn sign. Rock on, dude. I guess we dodged another bullet, metaphorically speaking.

Eric snowballs Rick's cum back to him, getting some on his finger and offering it to me. I lick it off eagerly. Damn, that tastes good right now. "Come on, admit it. You just wish you were back here milking meat with us."

Affected but also thrilled and turned on by this incident, I admit as much. "It'd be even hotter if Camaro Man joined us. But still ..."

"All right, my turn," declares Eric. "You should just jerk me off so we don't freak out Nervous Nancy up front. But get a pile of tissues, because I've been saving my sperm for five days for you guys. "

"Thanks, guys," I respond, a little defensively. "And please, please make it quick. If we keep rolling the dice like this, sooner or later they're going to turn up snake eyes."

Our exit is now getting close. But not close enough, as a jacked-up older pickup, encrusted with a brush guard and off-road lighting, looms up in the other lane doing about eighty. As it passes, I see some of the expected stickers on the back window: Calvin peeing on a competing make of truck, a "Don't Tread on Me" message ...

.... And a sticker showing a pair of dice with one dot on each. Snake eyes.

We all see it, and in another couple of seconds, there is blue tire smoke and the howl of off-road tires scrabbling against concrete. It's now only a hundred yards to the exit.

"What the FUCK are you doing, Joe?" screams Eric as I skip the exit, stay on the freeway with our adversary. "That was our fucking exit!"

"I know, and if we got off there, he would follow us to the cabin for sure. Is that what you want?"

My passengers are yelling panicked, useless instructions while the pickup driver yells epithets out his window. He forces us onto the shoulder a couple of times as I dodge his swerves. My evasive maneuvers also include slamming the brakes and then accelerating, getting ahead of our adversary but only barely. I ignore my passengers' yelling as I prepare to execute my plan.

We’re doing ninety-five per, the scenery a blur, as we approach the no-U-turn break in the median. Looking back, Eric and Rick observe the other driver reaching for his glovebox. Rick screams "GUN!" just as I swerve into the left lane, the other guy distracted for precisely the second or two that I need to jam the brakes and fall behind him. The car squealing and shuddering from the ABS pulses and then extreme cornering, I swerve onto the right shoulder and then back so that I can aim for the median gap at a decent angle. I manage to haul our speed down just enough to shoot the crossover, missing the "EMERGENCY USE ONLY" sign by inches as I throw a huge rooster-tail of gravel into the median and swing us around into the empty opposing lanes.

Shod with knobby mud-meats, the baddie's rig can't slow quickly enough, missing the turn by a long shot. From his direction, I hear what may be a backfire. Or was it a gunshot? Maybe Rick wasn't just being dramatic. Fortunately, our antagonist's next turnaround option is several miles ahead, and our intended exit is blocked from his view by a curve we've just rounded. So old Snake Eyes will never know if or where we left the highway.

At first the only words spoken are "Holy fuck," "Jesus Christ" and the inevitable "Jesus fuck" combination as we realize we may have just dodged an actual bullet. Chastened and still panting with relief, the boys pull their pants on.

"So you don't want Rick to finish you off now?" I ask Eric.

"Fuck no," he mutters, sounding annoyed at what was probably the wrong thing to say in this moment. "Kinda lost my boner there. I can wait." I sense from his tone that he is the most upset from this incident. As perhaps he should be, having been the main instigator of the sexual shenanigans back there.

Of course, we're all profoundly shaken. "Hey Joe," says Rick, "that was some fucking heroic driving," placing a hand on my trembling shoulder as we coast up the exit. "Thanks for getting us through that. I really love you, man."

I appreciate the calming reassurance and take one hand off the wheel to grab his. "I love you too, man."

"Aww, you guys are so sweet together," comments Eric, sounding on the verge of tears from this encounter. He adds his hand as a third on top of ours. "Sorry I snapped at you there, Joe. Just my way of processing this, I guess. Thank you for saving our fucking asses. And of course we have major plans for fucking these asses this weekend. Sorry, it was really stupid to get started on that in a moving car.”

"It's all right, Eric. We're alive. I think I just got some extra appreciation of that, and of being with both of you right now."

We're pretty quiet for the next few minutes. I turn on the radio, tuning in the regional rock station, which at this moment happens to be playing "Keep Yourself Alive" by Queen. This sledgehammers the tension, provoking us all to start cracking up, laughing and laughing and singing along until tears are running down our cheeks.

As we get out of the car at the cabin, we finally engage in the big, long, threeway hug we've been needing. Rick's and my lips eventually meet, our mouths opening as we start kissing frantically. Eric steps back so we can have our moment as a "couple" (such as we are) in this little relief ceremony. I certainly would have done the same for Eric and his wife Tori, had they been the couple on this trip.

"I just want to say something right now, guys," declares Rick as Eric unlocks the cabin door. Neither of us minds the pontification as he says, "Sex is a celebration of life, the most glorious expression of our limited time here on earth. I missed out on too much of it for too many years, and I'm thankful that you two are helping me catch up. I'm not that religious, but I'm feeling spiritual right now. We're alive, we care about each other, and for three whole days we have each other. I want to spend this blessed - maybe I can even say sacred - time celebrating our shared existence with bodily pleasures."

Eric and I look at each other. "Amen!" we both declare with sincerity.

Eric and I are first to get our clothes off and our hands on each other’s horns. Rick smirks, "Maybe I want to do double-anal with you two later, but right now I want to do double-oral," kneeling to suck on both of us on the same time. He can't get both of us in his mouth much past the glans, so he takes turns sucking both of our shafts. Despite being most affected by our close call - or maybe because of that - Eric only gets his cock into Rick's oral cavity about three times before he starts tensing.

I'm rubbing my hands over Eric's arms and torso, comforting him in this rapturous moment. "Yeah, buddy, you know you wanted this load to go in Rick's warm mouth, not his hand. Enjoy what he can do for you." Eric is moaning about as loudly as I've ever heard a guy moan as he spews, and I can tell from Rick's slurping and swallowing noises that the delivery is as big as promised. Eric continues moaning with enjoyment for some time after he must have been done actually coming, and Rick indulges him until he finally plops out, completely flaccid.

Rick's ready to resume pleasuring me, but Eric pushes him away. "Can I be the one to bring Joe off, as a token of my appreciation for saving us?" Rick smiles and nods. Eric kneels before me, a reverent expression on his face. He licks my oozing cockhead once and then speaks. "Oh dearest Joe, on this day we thank you for delivering us from the condemnation of Coolidge County and from the very clutches of death. As an offering of my deepest gratitude, I worship your powerful sword." He plants kisses on the glans, then on the underside of the shaft. "You deserve all the pleasure that I can bring you, and I hope that it is half what Rick has just given me."

I playfully tap my sword on each of Eric’s shoulders, and then he gives what might very well be the most affectionate blowjob I have ever received. His lips and tongue pleasure every part of my penis: the top, bottom and sides of the shaft, the ridge of the glans, the shadow of the glans, the frenulum, his tongue even probing a bit inside the pee-hole. He alternately licks, kisses and engulfs my member, all without ever taking his eyes off either Rick's eyes or mine. Rick is standing behind me, rubbing his big warm hands all over me. His rod has become erect again behind me, but it's just there, not trying to pleasure itself.

Because I am the target of pleasure right now. Soon my entire body starts trembling and tingling with ecstasy as it all comes to a head. Unlike Eric, Rick and I have been fucking and sucking all week rather than banking our seed, but this treatment nevertheless extracts several big bolts of jizz from me.

Just as I stand up for another loving three-way kiss, we hear the sound of a car engine outside and the crunch of tires on gravel. I go to look through the peephole. Remember what I said about the law in this county? "Fuck, it's the sheriff!"