I reached out and began to stroke the cocks of the two guys who were near me as I sucked another stranger. I was only sucking him for a minute when I ...elt him start to cum. This time, I held his cum in my mouth and when he moved away I spit his load into the nearby wastebasket. Steve had come back and was watching. My cock was leaking pre-cum like crazy, I was concerned that I would have a wet spot on my pants. Steve moved forward and I began devouring his cock, while stroking the other two. My cock hard and throbbing, leaking a stream of clear, sticky pre cum, I would gently touch my tight asshole, wishing it was him caressing me. I would fantasize about having him suck me, his masculine nude body pressed against me. How I wondered what it would be like to touch his cock. To feel it’s weight and girth, to stroke him. My fantasies always ended the same. They always ended with me shooting stream after stream of hot, sticky cum across my chest and belly, before drifting off to. Except for Camilla occasionally pointing to street signs none of us had spoken since we'd left the hotel. I broke the silence with a profound sigh of relief. We'd got this far, and the rest seemed easy. I said as much."Not entirely, Nick," Cam corrected me. "We still have to get off the road far enough that Asmedogh's rescue ship can get down with nobody seeing. Get down, wait for him to board, and then take off again. And we can't drive through that"—she motioned to the seemingly endless soft. So, I guess we better not do that.” We laughed.The girls came back to the bus and I asked them if they were ready to go. They were. At least we could say we saw the place and that was enough.We were on our way to the Atlantic ocean, San Sebastian and Bayonne. As mentioned above they were pretty much deserted, too early for tourists. We pulled up along the shore drive and the girls got out to check on hotel rooms. We got a suite, turns out. It was cool, bathroom down the hall but luxurious..