One For The Road

 

Ecto-1 rolled down the deserted highway in the dead of night.  Upstate jobs were a hassle, mostly because of the travel time involved.  Since Peter usually groused about spending money on a motel, Winston ended up driving back to the firehouse in the middle of the night.

Winston yawned audibly.  He was the only one awake at the moment.  Egon was asleep beside him in the front seat, while Peter and Ray were dozing in the back.  Miles and miles of nothing but country and asphalt.

As Winston reached for the radio's ON switch, he heard a soft sound behind him.  Glancing in the rear view mirror, he saw Peter pulling Ray down into the seat.  Poor Ray was not fully awake, and so was struggling to push Peter away.  But it was a halfhearted attempt at best, as Peter groped Ray to his heart's content.

Winston grinned, and tried to keep his eyes on the road, as he heard a zipper being pulled down.

"Peter...," Ray whispered, "what do you think you're doing?"

"I want a midnight snack," came the reply.

"Oh...OH!" Ray's muffled gasp caused Peter to snicker.

The sounds of clothing being pushed aside could be heard, and soft moans after that.  Another glance in the rear view, and Winston could see Peter's head bobbing up and down.  Peter seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.  Ray was feeling happy about it, too, as far as the look on his face revealed.

The noises were giving Winston ideas.  He looked over at the sleeping Spengler, still asleep and leaning his head on the window.  That innocent look has just got to go, he thought, and reached over to caress Egon's inner thigh.  Egon snorted, and kicked his leg in reflex.

But his reflex action left Egon with his knees spread further apart.  Winston took the opportunity to reach in, and caress the bump of Egon's trousers with a pinkie.

Egon sleepily tried to roll away towards the window, but the seat belt kept him in place.  Winston just kept lazily circling the bump with his pinkie, feeling the heat gathering there.

Winston pulled off the highway onto a side road.  Time to get this party started, he thought, as he found a secluded area. 

Peter's head popped up.  "Where are we going, Zed?" 

Winston chuckled.  "Just getting out of the public eye.  Wouldn't do to let a trucker get an eyeful of what you're doing back there."  Peter grinned.  "Much less of what I'm going to be doing up here.  Can't drive and have sex at the same time, you know."

Winston parked the car under a tree, and turned off the ignition.  He reached over and lightly shook Egon.  "Wake up, homeboy, Winston needs you." 

Egon stretched, and rubbed his eyes.  "Are we back at the firehouse yet?" he yawned. 

Winston couldn't suppress a grin.  "No, but Ray and Pete couldn't wait, and frankly, neither could I."

Winston unbuckled his seat belt, and scooted over to Egon.  Egon was a little confused, still being sleepy and all, as Winston undid Egon's belt buckle also.  "Come snuggle with me a minute," he whispered, taking Egon's glasses off and placing them on the dashboard.

Winston reached over and pulled Egon to him.  Both sets of sculpted lips sought each other out, as hands roved.  Winston wasted no time pulling the zipper down on Egon's jumpsuit.  His experienced hands stripped the jumpsuit down to the waist, and pulled off the black T-shirt underneath.  Egon's hands tangled themselves in that dark, curly hair, and pulled Winston's head down to one hardening nipple.  Sleep to slut in 2.5 seconds...that's our Egon!  thought Winston.  He devoted his attention to a rosy, pink nipple, while Egon played with his hair.

Peter, meanwhile, was busy stripping down his own clothes, and Ray's too. Ray was squealing happily as Peter fondled every inch of him.  After a few more pinches and pokes, Peter turns around and begins a voracious sixty-nine with Ray.  Ray, not to be outdone, gave as good as he got, and soon Peter was doing some squealing of his own.  They matched each other lick for lick, nibble for nibble.

Retrieving his glasses, Egon turned his head and gazed at the two lying in the back seat.  Watching their passion inflamed his, and he arched into Winston, wanting more.  He leaned his head down, and nibbled at Winston's earlobe.  Winston grunted, and pulled Egon into his lap.

Winston pulled Egon's jumpsuit and boxers down past those bony knees, reached between Egon's legs, and grasped the hardening cock.  "Just what I wanted for breakfast...sausage!"  Egon sighed in pleasure as Winston opened his mouth and took him in.

Ray and Peter were both moaning heatedly in the back seat, which meant that one or both of them were close to coming.  Soon, Peter gave a hearty groan, and shot his load down Ray's throat.  Ray sucked off the last bit of jism, and grinned.  "Why are you always the first one to go, Peter?" Ray teased. 

Peter stopped licking long enough to look at Ray's face.  "Because you do that so well!" he replied.

Peter went back to loving Ray, while Winston was definitely having an effect on Egon.  He devoured Egon's long penis, making the man buck and grind his hips.  But it was only a hint of things to come.

"Roll over, Rover!" Winston growled.  Egon, eyes wide, did as he was told.  Winston guided him to a hands and knees position, with Egon's chest pressed down, presenting his rump.  "Damn, you look good enough to eat," Winston said, "I think I'll help myself."

Winston nibbled down Egon's bony spine, and slid a tongue along each butt cheek.  He softly bit into Egon's ass, making him jump.  Winston's tongue trailed down the crack, stopping at the anus.  He flicked at the hole delicately.  Egon yipped and trembled.  His tongue jabbed at the opening repeatedly, making Egon jerk spasmodically each time.  When Winston fluttered the tip of his tongue, Egon moaned huskily.

"Please, Winston!"  Egon begged.  Winston stopped, and Egon cried out in dismay, wanting more of that glorious sensation. 

Instead, Winston moved up, and pushed his large rod against the wet crack of Egon's ass.  "You want it, you have to earn it!  Move it, Spengler!"  He slapped Egon's rump for emphasis.

Egon pushed back against Winston, gyrating and grinding against the hard shaft.  He felt slickness, as Winston leaked pre-come and pushed it along the crack.  Egon reached down between his legs and felt for Winston's testicles, brushing them softly.  Winston moaned, and grasped Egon's hips, stopping all movement.

"You keep on like that, and the fun's gonna stop before it gets started."  Ray yelled from the back seat.  "See?  Party's over for those two...now it's just you and me."  Winston grasped himself, and guided his cock to Egon's entrance.

"Do you want it, Egon?" he offered, teasing the hole with the slick head.  Egon began to sweat. "Tell me you want it..." rubbing became slight pushing.

"Yes...oh, yes," Egon's hoarse whispers could barely be heard.

"Say it, Egon..."

"Please..."

Winston stopped moving.  It became deathly quiet in the car, save for Egon's heavy panting. "Say: Fuck me, Winston." Egon whined, and cringed inwardly.  Winston reached around, and grabbed Egon's cock, squeezing lightly. "Say it!"

Egon was shaking like a leaf in a tornado.  "F- f-- fu..." his throat closed around the word. Winston pushed in a little, beginning to open Egon up.  Egon could take it no longer.  He threw his head back and screamed, "Fu--Fuck me, damn you!  Fuck me!"

Winston shoved forward, impaling the blond on his massive cock.  Egon howled with pleasure, shouting the expletive over and over like a mantra.

Peter popped his head up from the back seat, in shock.  No one, not even him, could get Egon to curse like that.  He leaned forward to look over the seat, just to see what was happening.

Ray was chuckling.  "So, you finally got Egon to say it, eh, Winston?"

"Took him long enough...the man just doesn't have a potty mouth," Winston ground out between strokes.

"Egon sure looks like he's enjoying himself," Peter chimed in.  "Hey, Ray...ten bucks says Egon cums first!"

"Oh, I don't know, Egon can keep pretty good control of himself if he wants to."  Ray leaned over the seat on the other side of Winston.  "I'll take that bet.  Winston will pop first."

They were silent a moment, listening to the pair's grunts and moans.  "You know," Peter started, "I'll bet that even though Egon doesn't like to say it, he sure likes to hear it." 

Ray was puzzled.  "What do you mean, Peter?" 

Peter grinned.  "Watch and learn, Tex."

Peter leaned close to Egon's ear.  "You like that, don't you, Big Guy?  You like Winston fucking you with his big, hard, wet cock, don't you?  Just having it in you makes you wanna cum, right?  Come on...cum for Uncle Petey!"

Egon groaned, half an octave higher.

"Hey, no fair!" Ray hollered.

"All's fair in love and money, Tex.  Come on, Egon!  Do it for me!"

Ray believing that fair was fair, put a bug in Winston's ear.  "Doesn't his ass feel nice and tight, Winston?  Wouldn't you just love to shoot off in there?  Tell Egon to take your hot load, and let go."

Peter shot Ray a glare.  Ray looked back, all innocence.  "What?"

"Don't be a copycat, Ray."

"Well, you did it."

Peter thought a moment.  "Okay, be that way...double or nothing?"

"You're on!"

Peter got an evil grin.  "I know what Egon likes...he wants a nice, juicy cock in his mouth right now."  Peter threw a leg over the seat, straddling it.  "Hey, Egon, look!  I have something for you..."

Egon didn't want to look, but he did anyway.  Peter was stroking himself back to hardness.  "I got some big Petey-Meat for you, all you have to do is cum."

Egon unconsciously licked his lips.  Peter grinned wider.  "Oh, yeah, I can see it in your eyes...you want to wrap those soft, supple lips around this tasty treat."

Egon began to sweat profusely.  He stared at Peter with half-lidded eyes, lost in the pleasure that Winston was giving him.  Peter waggled his cock invitingly.  "Let it go, Egon...let it go, and come suck me off.  You can use that wonderful tongue of your on my balls, just the way I like it.  You wanna drink my sweet cream, don't you?"

Egon moaned again.

"Clench up, Egon!" Ray encouraged, "Milk Winston for all he's worth!  He's not screwing you, Egon, you're screwing him!  Make him give it up for you!"

Peter looked at Egon's face.  "Uh, I don't think you're helping, Ray."

Ray seemed disappointed. "Oh."

This only encouraged Peter.  "Pinch his nipples, Winston!  Make him beg for mercy!"

Ray countered with, "Squeeze his balls, Egon!  That'll make him shoot for sure!"

"Good idea, Ray!  Stroke him, Winston, I wanna see him cum hard!"

Peter clambered into the front seat, his back pressed into the passenger door, his cock only inches from Egon's lips.  "You want a taste, Egon?  You want a little bit of Peter's honey?"  He gathered up a drop of pre-come on a finger, and held it up to Egon's lips.  "It's all yours, if you hurry.  I can't hold it in much longer."

Peter gently caressed Egon's lips with the wet finger.  Egon licked his lips greedily.  "Tastes good, doesn't it?  There's more where that came from, if you want to take it."

Egon began to pant loudly.

Peter stroked himself lovingly.  "Ah, God, Egon!  I want your mouth on me!  Suck me, please...I need you."

Egon's eyes rolled up in his head.  "Ahhh...ahhhhh..." his voice rose in volume and pitch.  Winston was now grunting and slamming into him mercilessly.  Peter was grinning like a madman.  Time to play his trump card.  "I--I'm gonna cum, Egon!  Oh, God, I'm gonna cum!  Please!"

For one brief point in time, Egon felt everything at once in crystal clarity; Winston thrusting deep within him one last time, Peter's salt and musk on his lips and tongue, a trickle of sweat running down the inside of his thighs, his own penis throbbing, screaming for release.  He had time for only one ragged breath, and white light exploded behind his eyes.  With a wail, he opened up like a floodgate; bathing everything under him in hot semen.  He rocked in place, quivering until the spasms subsided.  Soon, there was nothing left but Winston's gentle bumping against him.

Egon went boneless, collapsing into the seat, his face on Peter's thigh. Peter was jubilant.  "Woo-Hoo!  Twenty bucks, Ray!  Pay up!"

Ray leaned back into the seat, and folded his arms across his chest.  "You cheated, Peter!"

"Cheated...Me?"

"You touched Egon...that makes it forfeit."

Peter was indignant.  "I only touched his lip, Ray!  His lip!"

Ray sulked.  "It's an erogenous zone.  It still counts."

"Sorry, homeboys, you both lose."

"What?!!" they both shouted.

Winston laughed.  "I came at the same time Egon did."  He looked over at Peter.  "And you still owe Egon some dick, so pay up, Pete!"

Peter shrugged his shoulders.  "Small price to pay for hearing Egon say, 'Fuck me!' at any rate."  He pondered a moment while Egon recovered.  "I wonder if I can get him to say other memorable things, like, 'Peter, you're the best.'"

Everyone but Egon laughed.

 

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