Chapter Fourteen
Sully
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Dean sat, one leg up, chin on his knee, admiring him from the hinged door at the other end of the truck bed. “This moment is so perfect,” he crooned, voice soft and gentle like his quietly batting lashes. “I don’t want to ruin it.”
Sully narrowed his gaze, growling quietly at his suddenly timid lover. “Ever had a cowboy suck your cock before?” he teased, literally watching the tremor of surprise jolt through Dean’s lithe little body.
“Beg pardon?”
“You heard me,” Sully continued to growl, tipping his cowboy hat quietly back so Dean could see just how serious he was. “I don’t think a little blow job between friends is going to ruin this pretty little moment. In fact, why the hell do you think I set this all up in the first place?”
“Why did you?” Dean asked, turning quietly and, slowly, crawling closer on all fours, looking every bit the sexy, slinky, countrified tourist Sully couldn’t wait to defile in the bed of his truck.
“For you, Dean,” Sully croaked, no longer play acting the lovesick cowboy who couldn’t wait to get into his lover’s pants. “I wanted you all to myself, out here in the open, away from prying eyes and open windows and, well ... kitchen implements.”
They shared a quiet chuckle, familiar and soft and warm, like lovers might. “This was all for me?” Dean was kneeling now, halfway up Sully’s body, still stretched out like he was sunbathing.
Sully tugged him close, wrapping his big, strong arms around Dean’s trembling little frame.
They shared a quiet kiss, almost chaste, as if to match the romantic mood in the truck bed.
“Baby, everything I’ve done since you walked in the damn bar yesterday has been for you.
I’ve thought of nothing else. Planned nothing else.
Lived nothing else. I can’t get enough of you and, well, I’d like to see how far we can take this thing before you have to get on back to life in the big city. ”
Dean sighed, fluttering those pretty blond lashes as Sully reached for his hat and tugged it free, sliding it atop that sexy head stubble of his instead. “Hey,” Dean was indignant. “I thought I was hooking up with a cowboy tonight?”
Sully shrugged, wriggling the hat until it sat just right, if a little big, on Dean’s pretty little head.
“Maybe I’d like to suck a cowboy’s dick tonight, too, Dean, huh?
You ever think of that?” Sully had risen to his knees, feasting his eyes on the splendor that was little college boy Dean, nearly swallowed up by the throw pillows in the back of his truck.
Dean blinked up at him, head swallowed by the big old cowboy hat, eyes wide and swimming in the little winking lights spread round the truck bed. “But don’t you ... haven’t you ... before?”
“What?” Sully huffed, kneeling over one of Dean’s thighs. “Slept with a cowboy?”
“Yeah,” Dean said, wriggling as Sully made quick work of unbuttoning his cute little jean shorts. “I mean, what else is there around here?”
“You’re assuming I shit where I eat,” Sully chuckled, tugging the zipper down to find Dean’s long, skinny cock already straining against a fresh pair of tighty-whities.
“Mostly I use one of those dating apps and set my parameters for within 50 miles, you know? Say I’m going on a business trip, get one of the gals at work to cover my shifts and spend a weekend in some shitty little motel off the interstate trying to get the courage up to go meet some out of state businessman looking to score. ”
Dean had wrinkled his nose halfway through the story. “That ... that’s not very romantic.”
“You’re telling me?”
Sully had inched quietly down Dean’s body, jean shorts stuck over his knees, wriggling off his lover’s shoes before placing them by the picnic basket.
When Dean wriggled his toes, indicating Sully should slide off his brand spanking new tube socks, Sully winked.
“Naw, I think I’ll leave those on for now. ”
“Yeah?” Dean sounded almost disappointed.
“Something about a guy in his socks, you know?” Sully muttered in a deep voice, as if to himself. “Kinda gets me all hot and bothered.”
“You’re weird,” Dean chuckled, breath hopping out in short little chunks as Sully finally tugged off his size medium shorts.
“You’re weird,” Sully chuckled back, folding them carefully and laying them atop the sneakers. “Now, off with that new shirt so I can suck on those smooth ass armpits of yours, cowboy!”
Dean did as he was told, eyes wide the entire time. When he handed Sully the shirt, he dutifully folded it and placed it atop the pile. “So bossy,” Dean admired out loud.
“You know you love it,” Sully grunted, shifting in his jeans as the very sight of Dean, splayed out in his socks and briefs, cock tenting his new undies, wearing that big old cowboy hat, had him hard as a tire iron and sticky like a bottle of pancake syrup with the top half-open. “Now, hold onto your hat.”
Dean wriggled in preparation, misunderstanding. “No, boy,” Sully growled, kneeling above him once more. “Literally, put your hands on that hat so I can see every little bit of you.”
“Oh, damn, shit...” Dean might have cursed, but he did as he was told. Sully liked that. He’d never hurt the little one, not in a million years, but damn did it feel good taking charge of someone so hungry, desperate and willing. “Okay then?”
Sully beamed, admiring the soft, smooth, pale canvas of flesh beneath each arm. “Fuck, baby,” he murmured as he placed a hand, palm down, on either side of Dean’s pigeon chest. “You are somethin’ else, you know that?”
For all Sully’s gooey, chewy flatter, Dean still sounded uncertain. “Yeah?”
“Don’t you know?” Sully murmured, hot breath spilling across the naked flesh beneath his right arm. “Don’t you know by now?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, pressing thick lips against Dean’s supple, smooth flesh.
The taste, the temperature, the texture, each sent a different ripple of desire through Sully’s already quivering body.
And poor Dean? The truck bed fairly shook with the lightning jolt of desire that sent him rocking back against the pillows beneath him.
“Fuck, baby,” he croaked, fingertips digging into the top of Sully’s poor, battered cowboy hat. “That’s so fucking hot.”
“You’re telling me?” Sully croaked, lapping feverishly at the exposed skin, until he’d coated Dean’s underarm with a glistening layer of hot, wet desire. “Fucking tastier than the finest champagne.”
Dean twittered nervously. “I did like you told me last night,” he insisted, settling in to be feasted upon as he sank even deeper into the pillows beneath him. “Didn’t shower, I mean.”
“I can tell,” Sully muttered, savoring the musky tang of Dean’s sweaty, shaven pits. “Fucking. Perfect.”
“Not gross?”
Sully muttered, hot breath spilling across the wet armpit beneath his fevered attention.
“Sexy as fuck,” Sully insisted, turning his attention to the left arm but not without smothering Dean’s gently parted lips with his own, kissing him even deeper into the truck bed beneath him. “Does that taste gross to you?”
Dean shook his head. “Actually, it’s ... pretty hot?”
“Sure it is, boy,” Sully barked, inching closer to the left pit. “Haven’t you ever wanted to hook up with some sexy stud after track practice? Or football or baseball? Lick the dripping sweat off every inch of his hot, sticky body?”
“Get out of my head,” Dean all but whimpered as Sully feasted shamelessly on the pale buffet of smooth, pale flesh beneath his other arm.
Sully ignored him, lapping and sucking as Dean’s body heat intensified with every suckling moment.
When at last his left armpit shone as glossy and slick as the right, Sully slid his lips further to the middle, fastening them on Dean’s left nipple, as taut and stiff and peeked as a pencil eraser atop a dollop of fresh whipped cream.
The spring air, not to mention the long day spent traipsing around the deserted ghost town, had graced Dean’s willing flesh with a fresh layer of sweat, stinging Sully’s tongue as he went to town on the fiery, stiff nipple between his suckling lips.
Dean’s whimpers were no longer constrained by good manners or fear of discovery.
He was mewling, panting, gasping, no longer clinging tight to Sully’s cowboy hat but, instead, arms sprawled out on either side of him, clasping at the sides of the truck bed as Sully made short work of whatever resistance he might have been playing at earlier in the evening.
Sully admired his handiwork, dragging a naked forearm across his lips as he knelt above Dean, glistening from head to toe as his long, skinny cock literally begged for release. Not just from the poor front panel of his tighty-whities but so. Much. more...
“Mmm,” Sully teased, dragging his big hand over Dean’s soft, plushy belly. It gave beneath his touch, wriggling and rippling from the effort. “Somebody’s about ready to blow.”
“Can you blame me?” Dean practically whimpered as, inevitably, Sully’s fingers crept past his lover’s soft pooch to the smoothly shaven pubic mound just beneath.
“I could probably stare at it and make you come,” Sully teased, ignoring his lover’s helpless cries.
“Fuck, after last night, I thought it might take me longer but you ... you’re so fucking good, Sully.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, cowboy,” he teased, inching lower as the truck bed creaked beneath their collective weight.
Dean nodded, cowboy hat askew, sweat dripping down his face, eyes heavy with desire. “I only want to get one place,” he grunted as the waistband gently lowered.
“Yeah?” Sully paused, enjoying the delicious anticipation that had them both panting, leaking, and rock hard. “Where’s that?”
“In your mouth, duh!”
They chuckled, wriggling and writhing until Sully had Dean’s briefs right where he wanted them—covering his lover’s bony little knees and trapping him in place.
“Hey!” Dean protested, Sully silencing him with a soft, generous kiss atop his smoothly shaven sac.
“Shush, baby,” Sully muttered between suckling each soft, pink ball. “You have your fantasies and, well... I have mine.”
“This? Is your? Fantasy?”
“Sure,” Sully growled, a hand on each thigh as he pinned his sexy young lover in place.
“Some sweet, hot sexy guy, sweaty as sin, covered in last night’s spunk, tube socks pulled high, underwear tugged halfway down, cock hard and wet in the back of my truck?
It’s everything I never had growing up, and all I want now. ”
Dean gasped as Sully nibbled on the tender, yielding flesh of one ball, playfully, but firmly.
His lover’s body seized, glistening and aglow in the evocative sunset that lit up the horizon like nature’s very own campfire.
“Now,” he grunted, aiming higher as his tongue lapped at the fissure where Dean’s thick, glistening sac met the base of his cock.
“Lie still and let me suck this pretty dick of yours.”
Dean grunted, but he wasn’t alone. Sully lifted himself up and, with little preamble, slid his lips around the tip of Dean’s cock. They both gasped, if for different reasons. Sully tasted the firm, yielding flesh, wet and supple and tangy from last night’s hand job in the kitchen.
The drizzling precum that dotted Sully’s tongue merged with the creamy slickness of his lover’s shaft, a tidal wave of lube that gently helped him suck longer, harder and lower, until patience and persistence helped him guide the brunt of Dean’s endless cock inside Sully’s desperate mouth.
Dean grunted, gasped, mewled and tugged at either side of the truck bed, rocking it gently as Sully continued to suck him relentlessly.
There would be no coy teasing or soft give and take tonight.
This was a blow job and, what’s more, a truck bed, public, spring break, pants down, socks on, sticky, sweaty, funky, hardcore blowjob.
Sully got the memo and acted accordingly, cheeks hollowed with the effort of deep-throating his well-endowed college boy.
Make that, his hot, hung, sweaty, sticky, virgin college boy. If this was really Dean’s first blow job, well, Sully was bound and determined to send him off with a bang.
Every pun intended.
“Sully,” Dean gasped, predictably, nearly tearing the side panels off of his admittedly janky old truck. “I can’t... I won’t... Jesus, where did you learn ... oh ... God!”
Sully chuckled, pleased that he could turn a well-spoken, bookish graduate student into a mouth breathing dimwit with just his mouth!
He ignored him, dutifully, and sucked all the harder, hot, wet and loud, the way he’d been fantasizing about this moment ever since he’d kicked the sexy little shit out of his kitchen the night before.
“Unh,” was the only other preamble Dean gave him before, suddenly, thickly, powerfully, he shot his seed straight down the back of Sully’s gulping throat.
He savored it eagerly, hungrily, sucking all the harder as if to milk his sexy young lover dry.
But even Sully had his limits and, moving his face up the impressive length of Dean’s skinny shaft, he released the overflow, admiring the way it drizzled and drifted down the pulsing, veiny shaft, still throbbing with release.
Plopping the cock from his mouth, Sully caught his breath, gasping and grunting as the last precious pearls of jizz pulsed from the glossy pink tip.
He lapped at each one, drizzling them off the tip of his tongue before savoring the literal last drops before he sank down next to Dean, breathless, sated and stiff as a board.
“Leave any for me?” Dean asked sheepishly, turning to face him.
Sully nodded and kissed him with damp, creamy lips, admiring the way his greedy lover grunted and gasped and sucked them straight off.