Chapter Fifteen
Lunch Break
Local Gas Station
Quick Pit Stop
When they pulled up to the gas station, it served some fast food inside, and Gene was going to grab some quick for them so they could get some fuel into the tanks.
Their day was just beginning, but they’d skipped breakfast and just had coffee.
Next up on the list, they had to talk to Aaron’s family to figure out if he’d said anything.
Ethan had contacted the homicide captain, Adrian Marrero, and he got them the meeting with the family—at the precinct.
By then, he’d also have any of the files ready for them where Aaron crossed paths with Jaden Medin.
IF he did.
As for meeting them at the precinct…
There was no doubt that the man didn’t want them upsetting the family of a good cop, and wanted to monitor their questioning.
That was fine by them.
If he liked to watch, more power to him.
“I’ll get us some lunch, and we can sit down at the tables, and talk about this case.”
Ethan was good with that.
The sun was out, and he didn’t mind dining alfresco.
When in Puerto Rico on vacation, get as much sun as you could.
So when Gene headed in to get them some lunch, Ethan walked around the outside of the building, taking in the views. It was a nice day, and he was bummed they weren’t in Speedos and having fun.
Maybe when they retired.
Then again, by that time, they might be too old for Speedos.
At this rate, that was a distinct possibility.
Heading around the backside of the gas station, he saw the bathroom, and wanted to wash his hands.
They’d worn gloves to search Jarod’s home, but now he had that powdery residue from the inside of his gloves on his hands.
That did not make good eating.
Period.
Going in, he hit the lights, and walked up to one of the sinks. There were two stalls, one urinal, and two sinks.
And that was a tight fit.
With three people in here, they’d be living in sin. As he finished washing his hands, he went to throw away the paper towel.
And his back was to the door.
That’s when he was hit from behind, shoved forward, and into a stall.
He hit the wall, barely able to break his fall with his hands. It was then that he felt him.
And Ethan knew.
It was the big meat hook hand that came around his waist, covering the cock cage in his pants, and the bite to his neck.
Someone was lunch.
“This is how it’s going to happen,” Gene whispered in his fuck toy’s ear. “You’re going to get me sloppy wet with head, and then, I’m fucking your ass. That’s it. You have to earn cumming, and you haven’t yet. Understand?”
He nodded, his breathing now heavy in anticipation of this sexy little game.
Ethan knew who was coming, and it wasn’t going to be Tala. That would make him insane, and Gene knew it.
God.
He loved this game.
“Now, get down and blow me,” he said, his voice low, cold, and full of aggression.
The whole act made him wild, and Ethan couldn’t contain himself.
He wanted to give him the best blowjob he’d ever given him. He wanted to make Daddy crazy, so he would be rewarded.
Dropping to his knees, Ethan undid the zipper of Gene’s pants, and his big dick popped out. He was wet at the tip from the precum and anticipation.
“I don’t care who comes in, or who knows you’re in here giving me head. You keep going. If you stop, I’ll drag you out there, bend you over the sink, and let them watch me fuck your ass.”
Ethan swallowed and nodded.
He didn’t think Gene was kidding.
Not.
At.
All.
Gene pointed.
“Blow me, cum slut.”
And Ethan did.
He took him down his throat, and didn’t stop blowing him. The slurping was loud, and there was no doubt that if anyone came in, they’d know exactly what was happening in that stall.
For one, the sounds, and for two, there were two people clearly in there and visible from the outside.
One on his knees, and one with his back to the door.
Gene moaned, and he was so goddamn turned on. He’d debated about the bathroom hookup, but Ethan had told him a few times he wanted him to jump him in a bathroom.
That was clearly one of his fantasies, and Gene would be lying if he said it wasn’t his.
Bathroom.
Truckstop.
Sleazy motel.
The list went on, and was pretty extensive. That his partner in life wanted to start knocking them off the bucket list was more than a thrill for him.
It was couple goals.
Hallelujah.
As he kept blowing him, there was saliva dripping down Ethan’s chin, and Gene took a picture of him. He wanted the man to see what he looked like, and use it to torment him later.
Ethan was so hard, and so uncomfortable. His erection was being bent against its will, and his balls were tucked up, filled with so much cum.
He needed to blow in the worst way, and he knew Gene was NOT going to let him.
And he loved it.
It got him wilder, and made him suck harder just thinking about it. Had anyone told him that he’d be in a grungy bathroom on his knees with a man’s dick down his throat, he would have punched them in the face.
Yet, here he was.
Loving.
It.
“More, Tala,” he ordered. “I want you to slow down and take it all the way down your throat until you choke. I want to hear you gag, and see the tears in your eyes.”
His hands were on Gene’s thighs, and there was saliva dripping from Gene’s balls. That’s how sloppy this blowjob was.
Ethan was no fool.
His ass was next.
When he did as he asked, Ethan choked on Gene’s dick, and it was likely because he forced his head down his erection, roughly.
Tears filled his eyes.
“How hard are you?” Gene asked, knowing he couldn’t talk. He had a throbbing dick in his mouth.
He moaned.
That said it all.
As he continued giving him head, they both heard the bathroom door open, and when Ethan looked up, Gene’s devious smile told him this was about to get embarrassing.
And erotic.
“Beg me to fuck you, Tala,” Gene said, loud enough that whoever was in the bathroom could hear them.
Ethan stared, eyes wide.
“Don’t make me fuck you over the sink. Beg me, and address me properly,” Gene demanded, knowing when they walked out of here, they’d have to tuck their badges and guns away.
Ethan swallowed.
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” he said.
Only, it wasn’t loud enough.
In fact, it was now silent in the bathroom, and the person who had come in had definitely not left.
“I’m sorry, what, Tala?” Gene asked. “I don’t think I heard you. I need more description,” he said, reaching down and pinching one of Ethan’s sore nipples.
He moaned.
“Please fuck me like I deserve, Daddy. I need your cock in my ass.”
And there it was.
The desperation won.
And this just got interactive.
“I’ll give you fifty to let me fuck him,” the voice said from the other side of the door.
And Ethan gasped.
Why?
Because in that moment, he wasn’t sure if Gene would let that happen, and he didn’t like how it made him feel. For a brief second, the idea turned him on.
“Sorry, but I don’t share my fuck toys,” he said.
The voice didn’t give up, and Gene was pointing at his dick like Ethan should be doing something.
Mainly blowing him.
“Can I watch?”
Gene began fucking Ethan’s face, hard, and his lover moaned as he was deepthroating his cock as someone was in the room.
“Pass,” he said, holding his badge up over the door, and then hearing the man.
“Shit,” he muttered, as he ran.
And ran fast.
Gene stared down at him.
“I’m going to take you to a place where I can fuck you in public, and no one will know it’s us,” he admitted. “Then, I’m going to make you beg from your knees there, Tala. Because until training is over, you’re my slut.”
Ethan moaned, and his body was vibrating.
Since Gene was close, he closed his eyes, grabbed Ethan’s hair, and drove his cock down his throat as he came.
Oh, and he came hard.
This was the hottest moment for him, and he loved how malleable and willing Ethan was.
That.
Took.
Trust.
It was clear that Ethan was comfortable with their relationship and believed in him.
As he came, and came, Ethan choked on cum. There was so much of it, that he swore Gene was never going to stop.
When he finally couldn’t hold his breath any longer, he felt his dick leaving his throat, but it wasn’t over.
No.
With Gene, once he got off, he got wild.
Ethan was pulled up, turned around, and he straddled the toilet. Ethan didn’t understand why he needed this, but he did.
The foulness…it turned him wild.
And wanton.
“Please fuck me,” he begged. “Just fuck me so hard,” he whispered.
That was the plan.
Gene reached around, and undid his pants, dropping them. They reached right below his perfect ass, and were held up because his legs were spread.
Then, he landed his hand on one perfect cheek, and the sound reverberated through the bathroom.
Ethan moaned.
“Please, fuck me,” he begged. “I need a good fucking!”
Gene tormented him, rubbing the tip of his erection against his ass.
“Tell Daddy how slutty you are, Tala.”
He glanced over his shoulder, and the look in his eyes was something Gene seldom saw. It was desperation, and willingness to do anything.
“Tell me what you want, and it’s yours. Just fuck me and make me yours,” he said, softly. “I need to be claimed.”
Those words turned Gene back on, and he drove himself home without warning.
And fucked him.
HARD.
Ethan gasped, as he was shoved more against the wall, and Gene took him.
Roughly.
Brutally.
And without mercy.
He fucked him in that gas station bathroom like he was nothing but a whore, and Ethan craved it.
He.
Craved.
More.
The whole time, there was the sound of balls slapping against skin, the sloppy sliding of dick in and out of Ethan’s ass, and his begging.
Gene was struggling to hold on.
He was struggling to not cum so fast, but this was incredibly erotic, and he loved hearing Ethan moan and feel all the things he knew he would.
They’d begun crossing lines and it would only make their sex life better.
The trust was huge.
“Oh, Tala,” he whispered, his body shaking as he fought for control.
Ethan couldn’t think.
He was so turned on, and all he could hope was Gene would let him cum.