"FILLMOOOOOOOOOOORE!" Sarge screamed, having just been hit in the windshield with a flying ball of mud.
Fillmore giggled and hid amongst his overgrown bushes. He knew Sarge would kill him if he found him too quickly.
Sarge tore across his yard and plowed through the newly painted white fence that separated their property. "When I get my tires on you, I'm gonna rip your lug nuts off and stuff em up your tailpipe!"
Fillmore pushed alittle deeper into the bushes, to ensure that he couldn't be found.
Sarge slid to a stop in the middle of Fillmore's drive way and glared at the surrounding bushes. "Come out now, and maybe I won't kill you!"
Fillmore leaned toward a device that looked like a very large, metal sunflower, which was actually connected to a pipe that ran under the ground and poked up in two other places around the yard, allowing Fillmore to sound like he was in three places at once. And he said, "betcha can't catch me!"
Sarge heard Fillmore's voice echo from three locations. so he randomly chose one and leapt at it, snarling and slashing, swinging his tires.
Fillmore giggled again, then said into the flower, "Nope. Try again."
Sarge leapt at a second bush, swinging, snarling and cussing as he did.
Fillmore snuck to the first bush that Sarge had attacked, then said into the flower, "Nope. I'm over here!"
Sarge leapt at the third bush, punching it with his tires. Fillmore snuck from the bush and quietly rolled up behind Sarge, who was starting to slow his attack on the bushes.
When he finally stopped to catch his breath, Fillmore said, "You better now, Man?" Sarge spun around, his anger renewed.
"Run", he snarled.
"Run?", Fillmore said, puzzled.
Sarge ground his teeth alittle, then said, "Run or you're going to be in a lotta small pieces." Fillmore, realizing what Sarge meant, quickly turned around and drove away as fast as he could.
A short chase through the nature preserve later, Fillmore tried to take a short cut through a marshy area, but got bogged down. Just as Sarge was about to catch him, Fillmore spun his tires and sprayed him with mud.
"DAMMIT BUS! STOP!", Sarge yelled. Fillmore let off the throttle and his rear tires stopped. That was when he noticed that he was starting to sink.
"Help me! I'm sinking!", He cried.
Sarge sighed and rolled his eyes, "You're lucky I can't stay mad at you...", He said. He then pressed his grille to Fillmore's rear, shifted into Four Wheel Drive, locked his differential, and slowly started to push the bus out of the mud.
Finally, they both crawled out onto the dry ground, mud stuck to their paint.
"Thanks for saving me, Man", Fillmore said.
Sarge nuzzled the van. He said, "You're welcome... Now let's go wash this mud off." And they headed toward the creek.
Fillmore timidly dipped a tire into the water to check the temperature. "I dunno, Man... It feels alittle cold..."
"TRACTORABUNGA!", Sarge screamed and jumped into the creek. He landed with a splash, sending water in all directions. He poked his grille out of the water and said, "C'mon in, Fillmore... The water is fine."
Fillmore decided to skip jumping and he rolled down the bank into the creek.
They started to wash the mud off themselves in the water, making the water murky and the mud was carried off to be deposited somewhere downstream.
After they were both thoroughly cleaned, they climbed up onto the bank.
"Sarge", said Fillmore, "you missed a spot."
"Where?", Sarge asked.
Fillmore smirked and said, "Riiiiight... Here." And he kissed Sarge's fender.
Sarge blushed heavily, then said, "Fillmore... What did I say about kissing me in public?"
Fillmore laughed. "We're not in public, Man. We're the only ones for miles." He nuzzled him and said, "I've always wanted to make love to you out here, Man."
Sarge blushed again and nuzzled Fillmore. "I'm ready for you, Love Bus... Let's do it. Right here by the creek."
"Really? Right here?", Fillmore said in disbelief.
Sarge nodded. "Please...", He begged.
Fillmore drove behind him and started to kiss his tailgate. He gently ran his tongue over Sarge's spare tire, licking each individual nut.
"Oh, Fillmore", Sarge moaned, "that feels so good!"
Fillmore smirked. He moved down, wrapped his lips around Sarge's tailpipe and gently blew into it.
"Oooooooh!", Sarge moaned, "Fillmore... You know just how to turn me on...", And he groaned something else.
Fillmore reached his tongue underneath Sarge and started to lick his axle housing.
"Fillmore", Sarge said, looking in his mirror, "Are you deaf? I didn't ask you to lick my axle!"
"Oh, Silly me", said Fillmore. He adjusted his angle and licked Sarge's love tunnel.
Sarge moaned as his hole was licked, then said, "Mount me, Fillmore! My hole is ready for you!"
Fillmore withdrew his tongue and savored the flavor of Sarge's butt. "As you wish, Sargent Dude", He said, then he climbed onto him and positioned his stiff shaft under Sarge's bumper.
"Mmmmm, Fillmore", Sarge moaned as he felt Fillmore's big, hot dick rubbing against the underside his own. Sarge looked at his side mirror and adjusted it so he could see Fillmore's face. "Put it inside me, Fillmore... Make love to me."
Fillmore started to gently rock back and forth, trying to locate Sarge's hole.
Sarge began to say, "You're getting warmer... Warmer... Colder... Warmer... Warmer... Colder... Warmer... Warmer... You're hot! You're hot! You're on fire!", shouting the last bit as Fillmore started to press his tip against Sarge's hole.
Fillmore paused briefly, looked down at Sarge's mirror, and said, "Sarge, do you consent to this act?"
"Y-y-yes", Sarge barely managed, "I consent."
Fillmore gently eased his member into Sarge's entrance, stretching him open as he made room for himself.
"Fillmore! Oh, Fillmore!", Sarge moaned as his hole was stretched. Fillmore slowly slid every inch of his penis into his lover, stopping only when he felt their balls meet.
"You feel that?", Fillmore said before licking Sarge's roof. "I'm balls deep inside you."
Sarge had to lower his front end to the ground and bite the grass, he was so turned on.
Fillmore started to pull back slowly, until only his tip was still inside, then he shoved back in, bringing forth another loud moan from Sarge.
"Oh, Fillmore... You're so big inside me!", Sarge panted. "Fuck me. Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me up the ass!"
Fillmore started to hump Sarge, spurred on by the moans and little whines he was giving as his hole was stuffed.
"Oh yeah. Who's your daddy?", Fillmore said playfully.
"You!", Sarge moaned to the younger bus, "You're my daddy!"
Fillmore started pounding away at Sarge's ass, giving all he had. His rear was almost a blur. The tip of his cock slamming into Sarge's prostate with every thrust.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH! YEEEEEEEEEEEEES! FILLMOOOOOOORE! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!", Sarge screamed in euphoria.
If Fillmore had anything else left to give, he was giving it now. He could hear their balls slapping together with each thrust. 'Fuck, this is hot!' He thought.
"Oh! Oh fuck, Fillmore!", Sarge moaned as he squirmed under the bus, "I-I'm getting close! I'm gonna fucking explode!"
"Let it go", Fillmore whispered, licking Sarge's roof. He could feel himself teetering on the edge of his own release.
"FILLMOOOOOOOOOOORE!", Sarge screamed as he came, his thick cream squirting into the grass.
Fillmore bit down on Sarge's roof. The sound and feel of what he was doing to his lover was just too much and it forced him over the edge. He flooded Sarge's ass with his cream.
"Ooooooh, Fillmore", Sarge moaned, "It's so warm... So gooood..."
Fillmore slowly withdrew his softening member, climbed down from Sarge's roof, and pulled up along side him so they could snuggle.
"T-t-that was amazing, Fillmore", Sarge barely managed. He pressed himself into the van and said, "My Love Bus."
Fillmore kissed his lover's fender and said, "I love you, Sarge."
"I love you too, Fillmore" Sarge said as they snuggled by the creek.