On The Road With Ricco by Ricco

Garth Barrows was tooling down the interstate, just having crossed from Texas into Oklahoma. At forty-seven-years of age, he had just sold his business and taken to the open road. After 20 years of marriage his wife had died two years ago. It was just three weeks before she had taken sick was when he'd purchased the Safari Trek 29RBD Motor-Home --- the purchase was because she had always wanted to do a leisurely cross country camping trip with Garth and their son, Randy. So partly out of a homage to her, and partly in an effort to capture what he had denied himself in his youth, he set off to find out what it felt like to be totally free of all responsibility. The inheritance from his wife, the tidy sum he'd received from his business, and from the many good investments he made over the years, if he was fiscally careful, he'd be able to live like this for the rest of his life.

It was late early-July and he had the rest of the year to play king-of-the-road before he had to be at his son's home in New Mexico for Christmas. There was no plan, no destination; if he got tired at being in one place, he'd just motor to someplace else. He loved his motor home. It was completely self-contained, except for a washer and dryer. He could go anywhere, and stay as long as he like, as long as his water, gas and holding tanks lasted. Granted, the hot water didn't last too long for a shower, and the propane tank was small; the generator was kinda loud, but it still effectively powered the TV, air conditioner, satellite dish, microwave and computer, all at once. It wasn't too big for him to take care of, and there were no lawns to mow. And even without being hooked up in a park, he still had all the modern comforts of home.

The only downside to his life was that Garth Barrows occasionally saddened from not having anyone to share his experiences with. He really didn't want to get married again and have to get used to someone new. He truly loved his wife; he couldn't have asked for a better companion. When it came to sex, neither of them were all that interested. Of course, they had sex, but it was a duty for him. He would just think of a handsome man and imagine him humping his wife, while he and his wife had sex. He often felt quietly guilty about it, but that was the only way he could perform his husbandly duty.

It was getting towards dusk and he was still 75 miles from Oklahoma City. A sign for a picnic area appeared and he decided to pull in for the night. He parked between two picnic tables, leaving them open in case someone wanted to use them. One of the things he liked about traveling through New Mexico, Arizona, Oklahoma and Texas was because they have lots of roadside parks where a person can stay free overnight, unlike most other states that limit the parking-time to two hours.

He wasn't tired or hungry so he got out a lawn chair and sat outside, enjoying the soft evening.

He watched as a car pulled into the area. A young man with a backpack got out, and the car drove off. The guy looked to be about 18 or 19. He had the impressive build of a man, and yet the hesitant bearing of a teenager. He was obviously thumbing it. He looked over at Garth, and Garth gave out a hearty "hello!" The young man just nodded and moved over to one of the picnic tables; sitting up on the table with his feet resting on the seat. It was near 8:00pm and the traffic had died down to just an occasional car. The young man threw his pack down beside him and slumped there on the table as though he bore the unrelenting weight of the cosmos on his shoulders. After a few minutes, he twisted around and lay down on the concrete table, placing his backpack under his head for a pillow. I sat watching him as I was trying to decide what to fix for dinner.

It wasn't long before the hitchhiker got up and walked over to a tree. There wasn't a rest room in the area, or any water, so I wasn't surprised. He turned his back to me while he took a leak. When he returned to his table, he started digging around in his backpack. He finally withdrew part of a candy bar, and staring at it, he took a small bite, before putting the rest of it back into his pack.

Garth waited a few minutes, trying not to be too obvious, before he called out, "I'm about to fix some supper. Want to join me and keep my company? I hate to eat alone."

"I ain't gonna suck you, and I ain't gonna let you suck me." the young man answered.

"I don't remember asking you to; I just asked did you want to have supper with me." Garth gently replied.

"That old guy that just dumped me here wanted me to suck his cock. He acted real nice at first, too, until I told him 'no'!"

"I'm not him. I've never fucked any guy, much less had one suck me off. You look like you need a friend. When's the last time you ate?"

"Breakfast."

"Come on over. Food, I've got."

Garth got up, folded his chair and put it away, as the young man came over. Up close, the handsome Latino face looked a lot younger than Garth had thought. They went inside, and he threw his backpack on the couch. Asking if he could have some water, Garth handed him a clean glass and pointed him toward the sink. The man got out some canned chili and some sandwich makings as he told the hitchhiker to take a seat at the table. Garth introduced himself and asked his name while he made sandwiches and heated the chili. He said his name was Ricardo Del Fuentes, he was said with a certain degree of pride, but that his friends called him Ricco.

"Then Ricco it is," said Garth stirring the chili.

Garth asked where he was headed. He said Portland. The man told him where he was headed and then filled him in on all the places he'd recently been and of all his adventures on the road. As Garth spoke, he tried to get a two-way conversation going. But Ricco would answer questions, but he didn't volunteer anything, until Garth asked, "Do you have friends in Portland." His eyes lit up and he began to chatter on and on about his older brother, Maximillion, starting college there in September, and he had hopes of staying with him without his dad finding out.

Garth put most of the chili in Ricco's bowl and two sandwiches on his plate, as he noticed the pain that crept across the kid's face when he mentioned his father. The man got out some chips, poured them a cup of coffee, and put everything out on the table. Garth took a few bites of his sandwich before he asked Ricco how old he was.

"I was 18 on July 11th." he said.

"And I get the feeling that you're running away from something; it is your father?" asked Garth

Tears welled in his eyes as he hung his head, as if in shame, "I had to run! He was going to kill me!" he screamed as he grabbed his sandwiches from his plate. Quickly rising from the table, he made an effort to calm himself, finally saying, "I'm sorry. I better stay outside. Thanks for the sandwiches."

"Ricco, stop! SIT DOWN! What's wrong with you?!" chortled the man.

Surprised, if not shocked, Ricco sat back down, offering the man a look of belligerence.

After several seconds of them both staring at each to calm down, Garth said, "Ricco.... I want to help. What happened between you and your father?"

That youthful look of belligerence melted into a mask of fear, anger, then rage, as his glazed red eyes showered his cheeks with a flood of tears, "HE FOUND OUT THAT I'M GAY! That I'M A QUEER..A FAG! YEAH, A FUCKING FAG, A FUCKING HOMO, FRUIT, PANSY, MUD PACKER! YOU SATISFIED NOW!!!" He jumped up and tried to leave again, as those showering tears splattered his golden cheeks. Garth too jumped up. Reaching out, he gently touched Ricco's arm. The young man stopped. Seemingly frozen, he just stood there.

"Jeez, man, is that all?' began Garth, "I thought you'd robbed a gas station or killed a family member, or at least raped your sister. Come on, man, please....sit back down and finish your supper.

Slowly Ricco sat back down, placing his crumpled sandwiches back on his plate. He clumsily dried his eyes on his napkin; then blew his nose. Sending a look of stifled embarrassment in Garth's direction, he grabbed his sandwiches and began to hungrily chow down.

"I take it your dad's homophobic." Said Garth after the teenager had swallowed down several bites of his sandwich.

Nodding his head, yes, Ricco took a few more bites of his sandwich before answering. "Yep, he's the super machismo type. Never does anything even slightly female. He keeps saying he's a real man, and he expects his sons to be real men too, or else, they are dead to him." The last few words caused his eyes to slightly fill with tears. He obviously had been emotionally brutalized by his father's condemnation.

"Maybe he just needs some time to accept it, Ricco. A rational man doesn't stop loving his son for such a stupid reason as being gay."

"Ha! Not my dad!" Ricco rebutted. "He totally hates all gays; or anything that looks even slightly gay. He even talks about going gay-bashing when he was a teenager and in college. So he thinks he's got plenty of reason to hate me. Well, me and my brother hate him too. Max, my brother, had to be the star of the football team. Dad wouldn't even listen when he tried to tell him he didn't even like football. HIS sons have to be perfect. I hate the bastard! I HATE HIM!!"

Once again, the emotionally fragile teenager began to bawl. His whole body began to quake with sobs as he sat there in a heap at the table. Garth's heart went out to him. He wanted to hug and comfort him, but was afraid he'd be offended. But cautiously, the man reached over and gently patted the crying boy's arm. In a cold calm voice, Ricco continued, "Max told me that dad is now telling everyone that he only has one son - that Ricco has died."

"What about your mother? Where is she in all this?"

"She does everything he tells her to. She's more afraid of him than we are."

Garth noticed how depression was deeply gnawing at the kid. He really needed parenting or counseling, badly. Given his current emotional state, with all his self loathing, the man felt that the teenager, left to his own resources, would undoubtedly fall into alcohol or drugs, and end up being a dealer or a prostitute to keep himself afloat. At that moment, Garth Barrows decided he was going to be Ricco Del Fuentes' saving grace by getting him out to his brother in Portland as soon as possible.

Garth Barrow's concentration was broken by a chiding from Ricco. "Hey, man, don't worry about me; I can take care of myself. Having somebody like you to let me get all this poison out of my system has helped", he said, sniffling and wiping his nose like that of a 7-year-old. "I'll find a job in Portland, and wait for Max to get there in September. I've got to do good, or else my dad will find me and kill me for bringing shame to the righteous family name."

Garth stood there, trying to digest Ricco's remarks.

"You think I'm joking when I say my dad will kill me, but I'm not. He's a very proud businessman, and a huge contributor to the Republican Party. He can't afford to have a fag like me for a son. He'll kill me and make it look like suicide!"

"Okay! Okay!" began Garth, "It's a horrible situation. But for the time being, let's just forget there was a yesterday, and pretend there is no tomorrow. Let's just pretend that this very moment is all we have left. And let's just enjoy it to the max, okay? Now come on, help me clean up."

The shift in energy seemed to work. Ricco seemed to perk up and began to help Garth clean up the supper dishes. Afterward he told Garth that he would sleep outside on the picnic table because he wanted to get a ride early in the morning.

"Look, Ricco, do what you want to do," began Garth, "but I really would prefer that you slept on the couch tonight, and we'll leave early in the morning. Hey, I may be old enough to be a father-figure, but I'm not your father. So how about a little trust, ok?"

Tears once more began running down his cheeks as he sank down into the couch and started talking. "I was in my room with a buddy from school. I didn't expect anyone home for at least an hour or two. But for whatever reason dad comes home, looks into my room and sees me and my buddy naked, not really doing anything, just fooling around. All horny and high on weed. Everything was so cool and surreal. My dad went crazy, stomping up and down around the bed, screaming "Fucking Queers! Filthy Fucking Queers! Get out of my house before I kill you!!" Then he stormed out of the room. My friend and I grabbed our pants, jumped out the window and ran. I know my dad. He was going to get his gun and shoot us both. We got to my friends car and got the hell outta there. My brother Max always knew I was gay and was kewl with it. A few days later he brought me home and tried to negotiate with dad. That's when he made me promise to denounce the gay culture and to reject everything gay about myself, if I wanted to live in his house and continue to be supported by him. Man, I tried. But last night I told him I couldn't live a lie. So he locked me in my room and told me I'd die there. A few hours ago I managed to get out and started hitching in the direction of Portland."

As he told Garth this, Ricco sobbed like a frightened, abandoned child. Something great and wonderful had been snatched from his young life, and he now, scared to death, was falling though the giant hole where that great and wonderful thing had once held him up.

Garth was so moved by the boy's torment that he almost joined him in his sorrow. The pain of the loss of his wife filled his mind, and he fully understood just how tortured the young man was. Sitting there beside him, Garth placed his large muscular arm around his heaving shoulders. Ricco was genuinely scared. He sincerely believed that his father was going to kill him. At first Garth thought the teenager's hysteria about his dad going to kill him was a just figure of speech.

When Ricco felt the comforting muscular arm of the older man around his shoulders, he wrapped both his arms around the man and buried his head in his massive chest and continued to sob like an infant. It was heartbreaking.

Moments later, when he had calmed down a bit, he told Ricco that they weren't going to wait til morning, they were leaving immediately.

Garth stowed everything loose and got the motor home ready to roll. He backed out and took off down the highway like the proverbial bat outta hell. They drove until they were well east of Oklahoma City before Garth began looking for an RV Park. Garth felt it would be safer staying in an RV Park than in a rest area if indeed Ricco's father was being hunted down. It was after 1:00am when they found a place and pulled into a space after Garth had filled out the registration and dropped the money in the drop box. They were both emotionally and physically exhausted. By now they were both comfortable with each other so, keeping their clothes on, they dropped down on the couch bed. It seemed their heads had barely touched the pillow before they rolled off to asleep.

Garth awoke during the night, feeling Ricco slowly humping against his thigh. He could feel his steel- hard, 18-year-old cock pressing against him. He had one leg thrown across Garth and one hand across his chest, pulling the man to him. Garth could tell the teenager was asleep. He felt a stiff tightness inside his own pants that he hadn't felt for a very long time. Garth wasn't bothered by the boy's actions. He knew it wasn't himself that Ricco was thinking of, because he has said last night that he didn't like old men. He was sure that he was thinking of his young friend that his father had caught him with. But at least the heart-broken little bugger wasn't scared anymore thought Garth, as he lay there enjoying the feelings of Ricco's searching cock against his thigh, until he stopped. Finally he relaxed and fell back to sleep.

When Garth awoke in the morning, he was spooned against Ricco's back with a hard-on pressed against the young man's crack and was gently shoving against him. His hand was at Ricco's crotch, exploring the hard twitching pecker inside his pants. Quickly, Garth moved his hand and scooted back away from him.

In a whisper, he heard the teenager's voice, "Its okay, Mr. Garth, I don't mind."

"I'm sorry," gushed Garth, "I didn't know what I was doing. I was asleep."

With that, Garth sprang from the couch bed and ambled to the bathroom. It took a minute or so for him to lose his erection so that he could take a leak. He didn't understand himself. How could he get so aroused by a neurotic, self-indulgent teenager? Beneath his manly, five-foot-nine-inch frame, thought Garth, lurked a very spoiled immature little boy, who had obviously been the apple of his father's eye for a long time until the old man had caught his precious little angel frolicking with his school buddy. Suddenly, Garth recalled how he would often fantasize about handsome teenage males fucking his wife, in order for him to effectively perform his husbandly duties, but that was long ago. And besides, that in no way made him gay, he thought.

The man washed his face and hands; then made some breakfast while Ricco used the bathroom. After breakfast he went to the office to finish checking in, while Ricco did the dishes. He got a shower room key and checked out the showers before going back to the motor home. He told Ricco they were going to use the park showers as he gathered up shampoo, soap, and towels. When they reached the showers, only one was free, and two men had followed them in. Garth told Ricco he could shower first. When the teenager stepped inside, he loudly yelled back out, "This shower is big enough for both of us, DAD! Come on!"

Garth didn't know what to do. He didn't want to make an issue of it, but was concerned what the other men would think. Shit! Why had Ricco called him dad? Was it to make the other men think it was alright for us to shower together? Again Ricco shouted, "Come on, DAD!" Garth decided it was just best that he get into the shower, if only to shut the damn kid up.

Garth was grateful that he didn't get a hard-on as he undressed in front of Ricco, but Ricco's was at half mast. He had an exceptionally beautiful body, thought Garth. His teenage muscles were well developed in his shoulders and chest and he had a slight six pack. If anything he had a swimmer's body. There was about six inches of nice cut meat over his plump nuts, with a full healthy bush around his cock. The head of his cock was shaped like those old WWll German helmets, which Garth thought was cute. Mine, thought the man, was shaped more like a mushroom. Garth noticed that Ricco's ass was perfectly nice and round, like two melons. His legs were well-muscled and strong looking. Garth was suddenly struck with the soul-stirring realization of just how perfectly beautiful most young Latino males were.

They stepped into the shower and got nice and soaked. Ricco soaped up his hair, and then handed the shampoo to Garth as he rinsed his hair off. When he bent over to get under the water, he brushed his naked butt against Garth's hip. It was if the man had been jolted by a piercing bolt of lightening. He didn't know what happened. His cock instantly sprang into erect, 8-inch urgency. The man couldn't believe it. One minute his meat was like a wet noodle. Then, BAM, it was harder than it had ever been in his entire life. Quickly, he tried to resort to a trick he hadn't used since he was a teenager taking a shower after PE: he imagined a car door slamming on his cock and nuts. It was so real to him that he gave out a little grunt of pain. It worked though. His cock was deflating fast. By the time Ricco turned around, his cock was almost back to normal. Ricco looked down at the man's cock and offered a huge grin, as he asked the man to wash his back.

Garth generously soaped up the teenager's back, rubbing his huge hands all over the satiny skin of the bronze Adonis, building a rich lather. The man hadn't thought to bring wash cloths, so his hands did the work. They eagerly massaged the strong shoulders, enjoying the feel of the muscles just beneath the thin layer of fat. He still had just enough baby fat left to make his manly body soft and smooth. Garth slowly and methodically washed down til reached the small of his back, just above those two round melons of a butt. He wanted so badly to keep going. The urge to do so was eating him up. He struggled hard with his conscience. He would be taking advantage of a kid in crisis.

Abruptly, Garth commnaded Ricco to rinse off, as he handed him back the soap. Without asking, Ricco moved behind Garth and started soaping up his back. He washed him up and down, over and over. Then suddenly the man felt the teenager's hands on his butt, washing and massaging the thick hard mounds. Garth Barrows was, in an instant, hard again. His entire body began to quake as he felt Ricco's fingers slip into his hairy crack and begin to wash his puckered ass hole. Rapidly, the man reached behind himself to remove the boy's hand, when his fingers came down upon Ricco's stiff and jerking cock.

His brain blissfully afire with passions never before felt in his life, he commenced to lose himself in the moment. He didn't know what he was doing. He only knew he couldn't help himself. It was all beyond his control, he thought, as his hand went around the cock that his fingers had happily found. He began to squeeze and pull on the youthful rigid column. Soon he felt Ricco's eager hands on his own stiff thick member. Garth almost fainted from the mind-exploding sensation. Never before had he known such sexual heat. Ricco moved out in front of Garth as he held his throbbing meat in his hand. Through sex-glazed eyes, Garth saw the bronze skinned boy drop to his knees and slip his twitching hard-on into his sweet, salivating mouth. Garth held onto the boy's head as he steadied himself. His 47-year old brain spun and swirled with giddy sensations not experienced since early adolescence. He heard himself begin to softly moan as seconds later he exploded into Ricco's waiting mouth. His cum kept shooting and shooting into the teenager's mouth, and the teenager kept swallowing all that he was being offered. He struggled hard not to make any noise, despite his immense euphoria, because he knew there were other men in adjacent showers.

Ricco continued to suck on his softening rod until not one iota of sperm was left. As he raised up, Garth grabbed him in a hug, letting his inquisitive hands slip down and lasciviously wander all over that buff, tantalizing butt. His still-erect cock beat mercilessly against the man's body. Promptly grabbing the soap, Garth worked up a healthy lathering in the hair around his beautiful, enticing member, as he started jacking him off. He was soon quietly fucking into the man's hands, as Garth was soon rewarded with thick, quick pellets of spooge slamming against his stomach and pubes.

They swiftly rinsed off afterward and got out of the shower without speaking. They dried off, as Ricco watched Garth as if to see what the man's reaction was going to be. Garth didn't really know how he felt. He just smiled over at the boy as they dressed. They stopped at the little store in the office to get Ricco a toothbrush before heading back to the motor home.

"Are you OK with what we did, Mr. Garth? I mean...Garth"

"I don't know, Ricco," said Garth. "I know I enjoyed it. But you're a guy; almost a kid really. I don't know how I could have let myself do that to you. Especially knowing that you don't like old guys."

Ricco stopped dead in his tracks, "Old? I don't think of you as an old guy. Hell, you're my friend; my buddy. No man has every made me feel as safe as you. You let me be me. You let me bawl my eyes out like some retard, but never once told me what a baby I was. You didn't let yourself do anything to me! I wanted real bad for you to do it."

They'd reached the motor home and as they were stepping up inside. "Ricco," began Garth, "I like you, but I just don't understand myself right now. I'm doing things I never thought I'd ever do. And the strange part is that I don't feel guilty about it."

Ricco looked at the man with warm dewy eyes as if to ask if they could continue their sex session in the motor home. Feeling the urges rising again, Garth said, "Let's just let things lay for awhile okay. Right now I'm going to spend some on my emails to see if anyone is trying to contact me, ok?"

A bit disappointed, Ricco said he understood. He slumped down on the couch as Garth sat at the computer and sorted thru his email messages. But there was nothing pressing. When the teenager saw that he had AOL, he asked could he access his email and see if his brother had tried to contact him. When he finally accessed his account he found a horrific message from his brother stating how insane his father had become; that that man had blocked the savings account Ricco had so that he wouldn't have access to any money, and that he as telling everyone that he was deathly ill and had gone to stay with cousin in Montana and didn't know when he'd return. His brother went on to tell him that he had set up a hotmail account. And if he wanted to reach him, use that address. He told his younger brother to be sure and be on time in Portland on August 28th; he'd be at the student union building. The email ended giving the URL's and password needed for Ricco to retrieve his email.

Ricco was crying again. The abrupt separation from his brother, mother and father was really ripping him up inside. Garth hugged his shoulders and kissed the top of his head, thinking about what kind of an animal of a man would intentionally do this to his own son. He told the teenager that it was more than a month away and that he stay with him. He stood up from the chair at the computer and hugged Garth with the crushing passion of a child rescued from drowning, while blubbering out his heartfelt thanks. With those pained tears of grief, tears of relief, too, cascaded down his handsome boyish face.

Ricco, of course, wanted to shoot off a message to his brother right away. Afterward, the two of them spent the rest of the morning doing laundry, dumping the holding tank, refilling the fresh water tank, and just generally taking care of the motor home. They watched a little TV; had an early lunch, and then prepared to leave by checkout time. Ricco put everything that was loose away, getting ready to roll, as Garth checked the map and decided where to head. The Ozark Mountains of Arkansas weren't far, so he decided that's where they'd go. They stopped and filled the gas tank, then went to the supermarket and restocked the groceries. Ricco proudly sat in the front seat across from Garth as he pulled out onto the freeway. They drove a few hours, and as suppertime was rolling around, they found a little RV park. That's the part of what Garth Barrows liked best about traveling in a motor home. There's no schedule to keep, and it doesn't matter if you drive 500 miles or only 50.

After Garth had whipped up hot Roast Beef sandwiches, mashed potatoes and gravy, and salad, they festively chowed down. Following the cleaning up afterwards they sat watching TV until bed time. Stretching his 5-foot-eleven-inch frame, Garth announced, "Bed time." and began to pull out the couch-bed for Ricco.

The large, bright eyes of the young man looked up to greet Garth's as he cautiously said, "Garth....... .sleep with me..... please? I don't want to be alone. I'll...I'll.... I'll suck you off if you want me to. Please?"

The big man's heart melted like a pat of butter on a steamy baked potato, "Ricco, you don't have to do that. I'll let you sleep me without you having to have sex with me."

"Oh, but I want to. I want to real bad," Ricco swiftly replied, "and I need for you to hold me too."

"I'll hold you, gladly, without the sex," returned Garth, "Remember....I'm your friend; your buddy."

The boy's beautiful, almost cherubic, face saddened as he asked, "Are you ashamed of what we did this morning? I thought you said you liked it."

"Ricco I'm kind of ashamed of liking too much for wanting a teenager doing that to me. I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

Walking the brief space between them, Ricco placed his hand on Garth's arm, saying, "I swear! No one will even know about this. You're not taking advantage of me; it's more like me taking advantage of you. You're a handsome, super-hot looking mature man and I want to have sex with you all night long and all day tomorrow...and for as long as you want me to have sex with you."

Garth's head began to reel with the intensity of feelings that came flooding into body. He had never thought of himself as either handsome or super-hot' And with it coming from a beautiful young male who could easily make the juices of any female, young or old, run like a faucet, he almost felt weak in the knees.

And though a bit ashamed, he still wanted to please this little bacchanalian Latino with every ounce of masculine energy he had. He wanted to feel his hands roaming all over his body. He wanted it to all happen just as badly as Ricco wanted to make it happen.

With eyes glistening with an all-commanding sexual need, Garth nodded at the teenager, and without speaking they unfolded out the couch bed and place sheets on it. Bashfully Garth completely undressed there in front of him. Ricco wasn't at all inhibited. Instantly his shirt was flung off as he sat down on the bed to rapidly pull off his shoes and socks. He stood up and his pants dropped immediately to the floor. Breathlessly he stood there in front of Garth with just his tented jockeys on, watching the man watch him. Seated on the bed, Garth slipped off his shoes and socks and stood to remove his pants. For a while they both stood there in a frozen moment, looking at each other - seeming utterly mesmerized by the alluring sight of the other. Garth's hands mimicked Ricco's as he hooked his thumbs in the sides of his waistband, and slowly and methodically pulled down his underwear. There was an abundant collection of pre-come lurking at the love-eye of the kid's perfect, meaty helmet. Garth's glance was locked totally on the sight of that quivering quintessential cock, without the slightest awareness that he stood there in front of the boy completely naked - with - a roaring hard-on. It wasn't until he followed Ricco's glance down to his crotch was he aware. Good Gawd, he thought, -- he had never even been completely naked with his own wife all those years. Not since the army when he was 18 had he been totally butt-naked in front of anyone else. Suddenly the memory of all those naked recruits and enlistees with their wet glistening bodies along that long row of showers -- and how he had willfully suppressed his boiling, innate desires. The resurrection of that long-ago tableau ignited a long forgotten spark that swiftly surged to only fuel the intensity of the current heated moment.

Ricco touched the man's hand and Garth looked up to see him offering a sly, boyish grin. "Like what you see?' the kid asked. All Garth could do was nod, as Ricco lay down on the bed pulling the man down on his back beside him.

The super-sexed Latino teenager's hand rubbed, explored and massaged the man's chest with hungry intent. Garth still mimicked the kid and did likewise. What he did to Garth, Garth copied to eagerly do to him. Ricco's warm hands found Garth's large stiff protruding nipples, tugging and tweaking them. Suddenly he had his hot, full-lipped mouth over Garth's left nipple, gently biting and nibbling it, then, sucking it. Garth couldn't reach Ricco's nipple to return the favor, so he just released a low pleasurable moan. Shifting around on the bed, Ricco started kissing the man's hairy chest and stomach.

Soon Garth's hand was able to reach the tender inside of the teenager's thighs, and began to gently rub and stroke them as his hand slowly made its way upward. Nervously he gently touched the teenager's full nuts. The sac was loose, and his balls were hanging low. Ricco instantly pushed against the man's wandering hand, and the man knew he was doing the right thing. He cupped the kid's nuts and hefted them in his hand. He held them firmly, feeling each of his eggs with his fingers. Ricco gave a loud moan of appreciation as he encouraged the man for more. The teenager was now feverishly licking and sucking the man's hefty nuts. With his mind a-swirl in some seemingly magical dimension, he was enjoying feelings and sensations that were all breathtakingly new to him. Foreplay with his wife had never came anywhere near such dizzying heights as this. The man's cock had now reached such a point of intense pleasurable arousal that it actually had begun to hurt.

Soon Ricco was kneeling above the man on the bed, his knees on each side of his head, his cute bronze crotch in the man's face, as he sucked furiously at the fat, rigid hairy cock of Garth Barrows. The man was ecstatic. There was a lengthy strand of pre-cum hanging from the slit of Ricco's cock that was only an inch or so from the man's face. What would it taste like, thought Garth. Did he want to suck Ricco's cock too? Would his cock taste like piss? Cautiously, he reached up and caught the strand onto his finger, bringing it to his nose for a sniff. He couldn't really smell anything. He touched the tip of his tongue to his finger. The sudden ingestion sent exciting sparkles throughout his taste buds, then right on through the rest of his body. Umm Umm Good, he thought. It tasted kinda sweet, but really not much taste at all. But the texture and sensation that it created on his tongue and brain was intoxicating. Instantly he stretched up and shot out his tongue and commenced to hungrily stab at the flowing pre juice that cascaded from that fleshy helmet. Loud lustful groans ushered from the teenager's throat. Uncontrollably, Garth's hands went up to Ricco's sweet butt cheeks and pulled down. Ricco's agitated 18-year-old cock eagerly sank into the hot, wet mouth and throat of 47-year-old Garth Barrows.

Ricco removed his sucking mouth from Garth's pole to tell the man to "please be careful and don't scrape my cock with your teeth, ok?" Then quickly went back to inhaling the man's huge cock again.

Garth was again mimicking the teenager's every move. He was working the man's cock head with his tongue, while gently sucking. Garth did the same thing to him. His tongue moved down and played with the ridge. Garth was only a few heart beats behind him. Ricco eased up off the man's cock once more saying, "I'm going to take you down my throat. You have to take a deep breath and swallow as it goes down to get past your gag reflex."

Garth just nodded his understanding while still keeping the teenager's cock in his mouth. More and more of the man's cock was disappearing into his mouth. He felt himself starting down Ricco's throat and found it totally impossible to describe the feelings. He too had Ricco's cock at the back of his mouth. He took a deep breath and started swallowing and he worked deeper down the shaft. His chin and lips were in the kid's pubic hair and couldn't go any further, and he hadn't even gagged. He was proud of himself. But he was soon running out of air, and felt Ricco coming up off his cock. He slowly slipped the kid's cock out just enough so he could breathe through his nose. Taking a deep breath, he quickly eased the stiff sweet cock back deep down inside his celebratory throat.

Ricco was doing what Garth now wanted to do. He had started bucking into the man's mouth, fucking his throat with short gentle strokes. He matched his sucking to Ricco's, and started his own fucking into the kid's throat. He didn't realize he was the one moaning until he tensed and his cum started shooting. His 47-year-old body went into a delicious spasm. He humped and screamed and reached and threw his legs in the air as he assailed the teenager's mouth and throat full of his spooge. He grabbed Ricco's butt and slammed his tongue deep up inside the kid's taut asshole while he continued to shoot his juice deep inside his sweet young body. What was this kid doing to him, he thought. The most times he had ever shot was three or four spurts. But Ricco was draining him. He had somehow pushed a valve in his subconscious mind that has now enabled him the freedom to release much more of his masculine honey.

As Garth luxuriated in his orgasmic euphoria, he felt his mouth and throat full of a salty-tasting, bittersweet, ambrosia. As he quickly swallowed he only discovered it to be pumped full again. He swallowed once more, and once again, and yet it was filled again. A gain and again after each swallow. another mouthful was replaced. As he slowly came to his senses, he quietly mused, 'so this is what sperm tastes like, huh? It's not the best taste in the world. But for this kind of fun I'll get used to it'

Ricco pulled his now soft penis from Garth's mouth and turned around on the bed and lay next to the man. He wiped the man's chin with his finger, pulling it away loaded with cum. He craned his neck to the finger and allowed his mouth to lick the digit clean.

"Can I kiss you, Garth?"

Garth just moved his mouth to meet his. His tongue was pressing against Garth's lips, trying to gain entry. Garth opened his mouth and the kid's tongue swiftly slipped in. It had the same taste that Garth had in his mouth, except a bit heavier. Garth at last knew what his spooge tasted like. He forced his tongue deeply into Ricco's mouth, feeling his breath being taken away as he entered him. They traded spit and cum for a lengthy time before breaking the kiss.

They were both exceptionally well satisfied, as Ricco gently snuggled into Garth's arms. They turned out the light, and the man lay there holding the warm naked teenager in his arms that he had just had unbelievably awesome sex with. Garth Barrows had to face it; had to accept it -- He was gay. And that confession seemed to lift a mighty weight from the man's mind and chest; a weight that had tugged and nagged at him for most of his life. With his heart and mind feeling much lighter and freer than usual, he hugged Ricco tightly to him, and peacefully drifted off to sleep.

The End [of Part 1]

Will Ricco's father overtake them?

Will Ricco be harmed or will they both escape?

Will Garth find out he's being used?

Will Garth drop Ricco and take up with his brother, Max?

Will Garth and Ricco Live Happily Ever After?

These questions and many more will be answered in Part 2 of the sex drama, titled: "On The Road with Ricco?