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I really loved being at my store, and did not see any need for me to travel long distances to help when another manager had to leave for a meeting or vacation.

My store was the only one in my region that had two full time managers. I was general manager of merchandising, while the other was general manager of sales. I had just spent a week at a store some 30 miles north of my own store in the Northern part of Kentucky, and thought I was going to get to go back there for a while, when the main office called and told me that the manager at our Jellico, Tennessee store had taken seriously ill, and I would have to drive down and fill in for him for a couple of weeks.

I went to my motel and picked up my things and checked out, gassed up my van, and headed for I south. I was just north of Cincinnati, when I saw a young Marine hitch hiking on the side of the interstate so I pulled over and asked where he was headed.

I missed my bus and if I do not get back by Wednesday, I will be A. I have already had to spend ten days in the brig for fighting in a bar. I can catch my bus at Jellico, before it heads into Knoxville if I can get there by morning.

Extending his hand he said, "Name's Sean, and I just joined the corps in March, just finished my boot and came home on leave to see my Mom and sis. You look awfully young to be a Marine. I had to wait until I turned 18 to join, and that was in March. I was not looking forward to this long drive, by myself. It's about two hundred miles from here to Jellico. It was the middle of May, but it was already quite warm, so the air was running, but it still felt quite warm with the sun beating through the oversized front window of the van.

Sean kept fidgeting around in his seat, and I thought his wool dress blue uniform might be too warm for him, even with the air running. You're probably hot in that wool, and I would rather you be comfortable, it's a long trip, after all.

And if we should stop anywhere along the way, you can always put it back on. He was now wearing an athletic style T-shirt and his wool uniform trousers. He refastened his seat belt and sat back in the seat. As we crossed the river into Kentucky, he began to move in his seat again. He sat back, reclined his seat slightly, and closed his eyes, seeming to get lost in the music. I glanced in his direction and thought I saw his hand move lightly across the front of his trousers.

Turning my attention back to the road, I occasionally glanced at his lap, and was sure that I could see a definite change in the size and shape of the bulge in the front of his slacks. By the fourth glance, there was a definite bulge there, as it was pushing the front of his pants upward from his lap. He opened his eyes and glanced around, "The sun is going down, huh? I really didn't realize it was that late in the evening.

They are closing the Interstate at specific sections, to widen it out, so right up here at Walton, we will have to get off and take Highway 25 for about the next 20 miles or so, at least down around Williamstown. I will go where ever you take me, just as long as I get to Jellico by He had roses in his cheeks and the cutest dimples I had ever seen on anyone his age.

In short, his smile made him look much younger than his 18 years. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that he kept calling me sir. Hell, I called my Grandfathersir' and I am not even close to as old as he was. As I turned off the interstate highway and onto the connector to Highway 25 south, the construction equipment had the pavement on the off ramp roughened up quite a bit. The van jolted and bounced around a bit, making me happy that I had my seat belt on.

We finally made our way to the Highway, and made the turn south. After about seven miles, my passenger commented that he had to make a pee stop. The gate was open, so I figured it was still open, and besides, the sign on the gate did say that it was open until 9: We pulled back into the park to the restroom building, parked, and went in. There was just a single bare bulb burning in the building, illuminating the room with a tea-orange glow. As the stalls were quite messy, we both ended up standing at the long porcelain trough, side by side.

I glanced his way and caught him looking at my cock as the urine splattered onto the porcelain. He seemed to have a smile splayed across his face. As I shook off the last drops and put things away, I glanced at his healthy young penis. It looked good to me, about three or four inches flaccid, with a nicely flared, cut head. I quickly zipped up and turned to use the sink to rinse my hands before I got caught. As we left the old concrete building, we stepped out into the slightly cooler evening air, and got back into the van.

I pulled out onto the pavement, and discovered that the way the road through the park was laid out, it was very narrow and only one-way. We threaded our way into the depths of the park and it seemed to get darker and darker. As I saw the reflection of my headlamps off a children's slide, Sean asked me to pull over for a minute. I pulled off the pavement onto the grass in front of a large swing set, and he opened the door and got out of the van so I turned the engine off.

He motioned for me to join him and I turned off the lights and got out of the van as well. We walked over to the swings and he sat on one of them. But they are usually better lit than this one is. There were these older guys that would come there at just about dark and try to get the younger guys to go with them to the dark areas of the park and do things.

You know sex stuff. To do the 'sex' stuff? I would let them blow me, or something and they would give me a few dollars to pay for the ride. He then pulled the A-line T shirt over his head and dropped it beside him onto the ground. He turned away from me, and laid himself across the swing, and then looking back toward me, he smiled. As I walked closer, he looked back over his shoulder. I don't have any money, and I'm not about to let you take me any further until I pay my way, so please, go ahead and do it.

I know you want to. I could tell when you first pulled over to offer me the ride. I have let a couple of guys drop a load in my hole and besides, I'm a Marine sir, I can take the little bit of pain. As I opened the kit, it turned out that there was also a tube of KY there.

I took it and closed the van door. As I turned to go back to the swing, I stopped myself again. Was I really thinking about fucking this young kid, on a swing in a playground? I had to admit, he was cute as hell, and he seemed to be more than willing. My hard eight and a half inch cock tenting my briefs out in front of me.

As I got up to the swing, he looked up at me. Seeing the tube of KY in my hand, he smiled, "All right, that will make it a lot easier on the entry sir. I squeezed a good amount of the KY onto my thumb and moved my hand over his right cheek again, dropping my thumb side palm into the edge of the crease of his young crack. I used the palm and the fingers of my left hand to pull his cheeks wide as I dropped my thumb into the crack and, contact. My thumb found his hole and sank inward, taking the KY into the waiting hole as well.

He moaned out loud, as my thumb entered him. I moved the digit in and out and around for several strokes, and he was moaning more and more urgently. When I did not push forward right away, he pushed the swing back with his feet and I moved forward then on instinct.

He caught a very deep breath and held himself in position for a few moments before he shakily began to move forward. He was the tightest guy I had ever been in since I was a teenager myself. His ass lips locked so tightly around my hard cock it was almost painful.

When he began to relax, I took hold of his hips and began to slowly ride into and out of him. The music of his pleasurable moans mixing with my own seemed to fill the air of the evening. I reached under him, took hold of his semi rigid cock, and began to stroke it as I pumped into him. His moans seemed to intensify, as I worked his now hardening cock. It did not seem to me that his cock was getting much bigger then it had been when we were in the bathroom, but I did not think any more about it, as I fucked into him.

As I began to pump harder and faster he began to moan in pants, "Got. I felt his young cock throb, and knew that he was close. As he began to shoot his load, he stood upright, locking my cock deep inside his ass. The convulsions of his young cock caused his ass to clamp my cock, which caused my own balls to unload deep into his guts.

I counted seven strong spurts, before I began to slow down to a trickle. I stayed hard inside him, long after I should have gone soft, because the way he was standing, his sphincter had my cock clamped so that the blood could not leave it. Suddenly he leaned forward just enough for me to dislodge from his hot cummy hole, and without missing a beat, he turned, fell to his knees and began to clean my cock with his mouth.

When he released my tender cock, I pulled him up to me and moved to kiss him. He backed away slightly, "Sir, I told you I'm not gay!

We drove along in silence for nearly an hour, just the music playing on the CD player dancing softly on the air. I looked at the dash clock and saw that it was nearly 9: Seeing an exit I knew had a nice restaurant I turned on my signal, made the exit and pulled up in front of the Frisch's Restaurant.

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I really loved being at my store, and did not see any need for me to travel long distances to help when another manager had to leave for a meeting or vacation. My store was the only one in my region that had two full time managers. I was general manager of merchandising, while the other was general manager of sales.

I had just spent a week at a store some 30 miles north of my own store in the Northern part of Kentucky, and thought I was going to get to go back there for a while, when the main office called and told me that the manager at our Jellico, Tennessee store had taken seriously ill, and I would have to drive down and fill in for him for a couple of weeks.

I went to my motel and picked up my things and checked out, gassed up my van, and headed for I south. I was just north of Cincinnati, when I saw a young Marine hitch hiking on the side of the interstate so I pulled over and asked where he was headed.

I missed my bus and if I do not get back by Wednesday, I will be A. I have already had to spend ten days in the brig for fighting in a bar.

I can catch my bus at Jellico, before it heads into Knoxville if I can get there by morning. Extending his hand he said, "Name's Sean, and I just joined the corps in March, just finished my boot and came home on leave to see my Mom and sis.

You look awfully young to be a Marine. I had to wait until I turned 18 to join, and that was in March. I was not looking forward to this long drive, by myself. It's about two hundred miles from here to Jellico. It was the middle of May, but it was already quite warm, so the air was running, but it still felt quite warm with the sun beating through the oversized front window of the van. Sean kept fidgeting around in his seat, and I thought his wool dress blue uniform might be too warm for him, even with the air running.

You're probably hot in that wool, and I would rather you be comfortable, it's a long trip, after all. And if we should stop anywhere along the way, you can always put it back on.

He was now wearing an athletic style T-shirt and his wool uniform trousers. He refastened his seat belt and sat back in the seat. As we crossed the river into Kentucky, he began to move in his seat again.

He sat back, reclined his seat slightly, and closed his eyes, seeming to get lost in the music. I glanced in his direction and thought I saw his hand move lightly across the front of his trousers.

Turning my attention back to the road, I occasionally glanced at his lap, and was sure that I could see a definite change in the size and shape of the bulge in the front of his slacks.

By the fourth glance, there was a definite bulge there, as it was pushing the front of his pants upward from his lap. He opened his eyes and glanced around, "The sun is going down, huh?

I really didn't realize it was that late in the evening. They are closing the Interstate at specific sections, to widen it out, so right up here at Walton, we will have to get off and take Highway 25 for about the next 20 miles or so, at least down around Williamstown. I will go where ever you take me, just as long as I get to Jellico by He had roses in his cheeks and the cutest dimples I had ever seen on anyone his age.

In short, his smile made him look much younger than his 18 years. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that he kept calling me sir. Hell, I called my Grandfathersir' and I am not even close to as old as he was. As I turned off the interstate highway and onto the connector to Highway 25 south, the construction equipment had the pavement on the off ramp roughened up quite a bit.

The van jolted and bounced around a bit, making me happy that I had my seat belt on. We finally made our way to the Highway, and made the turn south. After about seven miles, my passenger commented that he had to make a pee stop. The gate was open, so I figured it was still open, and besides, the sign on the gate did say that it was open until 9: We pulled back into the park to the restroom building, parked, and went in. There was just a single bare bulb burning in the building, illuminating the room with a tea-orange glow.

As the stalls were quite messy, we both ended up standing at the long porcelain trough, side by side. I glanced his way and caught him looking at my cock as the urine splattered onto the porcelain. He seemed to have a smile splayed across his face. As I shook off the last drops and put things away, I glanced at his healthy young penis. It looked good to me, about three or four inches flaccid, with a nicely flared, cut head.

I quickly zipped up and turned to use the sink to rinse my hands before I got caught. As we left the old concrete building, we stepped out into the slightly cooler evening air, and got back into the van. I pulled out onto the pavement, and discovered that the way the road through the park was laid out, it was very narrow and only one-way. We threaded our way into the depths of the park and it seemed to get darker and darker. As I saw the reflection of my headlamps off a children's slide, Sean asked me to pull over for a minute.

I pulled off the pavement onto the grass in front of a large swing set, and he opened the door and got out of the van so I turned the engine off. He motioned for me to join him and I turned off the lights and got out of the van as well. We walked over to the swings and he sat on one of them. But they are usually better lit than this one is. There were these older guys that would come there at just about dark and try to get the younger guys to go with them to the dark areas of the park and do things.

You know sex stuff. To do the 'sex' stuff? I would let them blow me, or something and they would give me a few dollars to pay for the ride. He then pulled the A-line T shirt over his head and dropped it beside him onto the ground. He turned away from me, and laid himself across the swing, and then looking back toward me, he smiled. As I walked closer, he looked back over his shoulder.

I don't have any money, and I'm not about to let you take me any further until I pay my way, so please, go ahead and do it. I know you want to. I could tell when you first pulled over to offer me the ride.

I have let a couple of guys drop a load in my hole and besides, I'm a Marine sir, I can take the little bit of pain. As I opened the kit, it turned out that there was also a tube of KY there.

I took it and closed the van door. As I turned to go back to the swing, I stopped myself again. Was I really thinking about fucking this young kid, on a swing in a playground? I had to admit, he was cute as hell, and he seemed to be more than willing. My hard eight and a half inch cock tenting my briefs out in front of me. As I got up to the swing, he looked up at me. Seeing the tube of KY in my hand, he smiled, "All right, that will make it a lot easier on the entry sir. I squeezed a good amount of the KY onto my thumb and moved my hand over his right cheek again, dropping my thumb side palm into the edge of the crease of his young crack.

I used the palm and the fingers of my left hand to pull his cheeks wide as I dropped my thumb into the crack and, contact. My thumb found his hole and sank inward, taking the KY into the waiting hole as well.

He moaned out loud, as my thumb entered him. I moved the digit in and out and around for several strokes, and he was moaning more and more urgently. When I did not push forward right away, he pushed the swing back with his feet and I moved forward then on instinct. He caught a very deep breath and held himself in position for a few moments before he shakily began to move forward. He was the tightest guy I had ever been in since I was a teenager myself.

His ass lips locked so tightly around my hard cock it was almost painful. When he began to relax, I took hold of his hips and began to slowly ride into and out of him. The music of his pleasurable moans mixing with my own seemed to fill the air of the evening. I reached under him, took hold of his semi rigid cock, and began to stroke it as I pumped into him.

His moans seemed to intensify, as I worked his now hardening cock. It did not seem to me that his cock was getting much bigger then it had been when we were in the bathroom, but I did not think any more about it, as I fucked into him. As I began to pump harder and faster he began to moan in pants, "Got. I felt his young cock throb, and knew that he was close.

As he began to shoot his load, he stood upright, locking my cock deep inside his ass. The convulsions of his young cock caused his ass to clamp my cock, which caused my own balls to unload deep into his guts.

I counted seven strong spurts, before I began to slow down to a trickle. I stayed hard inside him, long after I should have gone soft, because the way he was standing, his sphincter had my cock clamped so that the blood could not leave it. Suddenly he leaned forward just enough for me to dislodge from his hot cummy hole, and without missing a beat, he turned, fell to his knees and began to clean my cock with his mouth.

When he released my tender cock, I pulled him up to me and moved to kiss him. He backed away slightly, "Sir, I told you I'm not gay! We drove along in silence for nearly an hour, just the music playing on the CD player dancing softly on the air. I looked at the dash clock and saw that it was nearly 9: Seeing an exit I knew had a nice restaurant I turned on my signal, made the exit and pulled up in front of the Frisch's Restaurant.

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  1. Turning off the lights and engine, I got out of the van and walked around to the rear of it, opened my zipper and pulled out my cock to let fly with a strong stream. I thought the force of my cum would blow it right up through him and out his nose, it felt that strong. I used the palm and the fingers of my left hand to pull his cheeks wide as I dropped my thumb into the crack and, contact.

  2. And if we should stop anywhere along the way, you can always put it back on. I pulled around to the back of the building and opened the side door and the back door of the van. There were these older guys that would come there at just about dark and try to get the younger guys to go with them to the dark areas of the park and do things.

  3. He caught a very deep breath and held himself in position for a few moments before he shakily began to move forward. I went to my motel and picked up my things and checked out, gassed up my van, and headed for I south.

  4. As I turned off the interstate highway and onto the connector to Highway 25 south, the construction equipment had the pavement on the off ramp roughened up quite a bit.

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