Totally Trucked: An M/m Opposites Attract Age Gap Romance

by BJ Blakely

  I break off the kiss because I’m horny as fuck, and the last place I want to be horny in this morning is the diner.

  I pull away. “I like you, Jax.”

  Jax kisses me again, softly this time. “I like you too.”

  “Can we hang out the entire day and watch HGTV and cuddle when we get back?” I ask in a whisper.

  “Yes.” Then Jax says something else. “But there’s something I want to show you first.”

  Jax

  “Meet my rig.”

  It’s thirty minutes after breakfast, and I’m freaking stuffed.

  Logan warned me about the pancakes, but he couldn’t have been more wrong.

  The pancakes were delicious as fuck, and Logan even moaned as he ate.

  But thank fuck breakfast’s over, because now I finally get the chance to let Logan into the best part of my life.

  Logan’s eyes flare as he takes in my truck. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes. Let’s go. I wanna show you my truck so we can get back to the motel. Property Brothers won’t go on forever.”

  Logan snickers. After paying the tab and leaving a handsome tip for Forest — I wanted to get in good with Logan’s friends — I lead Logan back to the motel, hand-in-hand.

  Logan’s grinning like a schoolboy as we walk down Sheridan Avenue, and his eyes light up like fireworks when we stumble across the rig in the parking lot of Sweet Dreamin’.

  His jaw drops, and his eyes pop out of his head.

  “Damn, Jax.” Logan lets out of a wolf whistle. “She’s beautiful.”

  I clear my throat. “He’s beautiful, you mean.”

  Logan turns to me and snorts. “I thought you always called boats and cars she. You know, like the Titanic.”

  “Was the Titanic a she?”

  “I always thought so,” Logan says, scratching his brow. “Or maybe I’m mixing her up with someone else. But cars are always she.”

  “Not this one. He’s a sturdy beast.” I wink at Logan. “His name is Mr. Big.”

  Logan snorts as I lead him into the passenger’s seat. But his laughter subsides as he takes in the controls. “Damn. This is confusing as hell.”

  After closing his door, I head to the driver’s seat and climb in.

  It’s nerdy as fuck, but my heart is thumping like hell.

  I feel like a proud papa, showing off my work truck, and I can’t wait to let Logan see what I do for work.

  I plant a steamy kiss on his cheek as I show him the panels. “It’s simple.”

  I demonstrate how to use the stick shift, how to read the fuel gauges, and how to use the handheld radio with the SUCME Trucking logo on the side.

  Logan’s eyes glaze over as he takes in the controls. “He’s beautiful,” Logan says at last.

  Then Logan turns to me with a smirk. “Well, let me qualify that statement. He’s beautiful, if you’re into trucks. I’m more of a scooter guy myself, but I see why you like Mr. Big.”

  My jaw drops at Logan’s mention of scooters. “You have to be kidding.”

  Logan furrows his brow. “What?”

  “You don’t like scooters, do you?”

  “What’s wrong with scooters?” Logan chuckles. “I want an electric scooter. They’re very eco-friendly, ya know. Well, not if you get the gasoline-powered ones. You have to get an electric scooter. Like a Tesla one. I don’t know if Tesla makes scooters. The point is I’m trying to save the world.”

  My stomach overflows with warm fuzzies. “I’m glad we’ve established this. You’re the green thumb in the relationship. I’m the gas-guzzling redneck with the big truck, but it’s all good. Opposites attract.”

  Logan pats my thigh. “Opposites definitely attract. Although I have to admit there’s nothing attractive about destroying the planet for every single future generation and countless animals and plants, but to each their own.”

  I swat his hand away. “You’ll be happy to hear we’re phasing out gas-guzzling vehicles soon. SUCME Trucking’s goin’ electric by 2045.”

  “SUCME Trucking? Really?”

  “That’s the name of the operation,” I affirm with a nod. “SUCME Trucking.”

  “Let’s set that aside for now. You’re waiting to go electric until 2045?”

  I stare at him dumbly. “You have to wait until the self-driving trucks come down in price. Jonah, my boss, thinks it’ll take a few decades. The good news is, by the time the vehicles are sun-powered — or electric-powered — they’ll also be self-driving. I’ll have another job. Or hopefully retired.”

  “Probably retired,” Logan says with a smirk. Then he slips out of his seat and crawls onto my lap, straddling me.

  “Then,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around my neck. “You’ll be so fucking green and eco-friendly. Sexy as fuck.”

  Logan moans and brushes his lips against mine, without kissing me, letting his hot breath cascade over my mouth and chin, before running his tongue over my cupid’s bow, sending my blood pressure spiking and driving me batshit crazy with need.

  “Little bastard,” I grunt, gripping his ass. “Don’t get any ideas. No hanky panky in Mr. Big.”

  Logan growls at me and breaths hotly on my lips.

  He digs his fingers into my scalp as he rides me, teasing me, bucking into me on the seat of my truck.

  “Mr. Big thinks it’s hot,” Logan hisses. “Please, Jax. I want to ride you in your truck.”

  “No sex in the rig. Boss’s orders.”

  Logan sighs and leans back. “Pleeeease.”

  “No,” I growl. I smack his ass, causing Logan to yelp and giggle. “I’ll lose my license. Plus, we’re in the front lot of the motel, and anyone could be watching.”

  We both turn to the motel. On the far end next to the pool, a curtain flutters back into place.

  Someone’s definitely watching.

  Logan moans, but he relents and extricates himself from my lap. “You’re no fun,” he grumbles.

  “Like I said. Boss’s orders.”

  As Logan slides back into the passenger’s seat, he accidentally bonks into the handheld radio.

  A burst of radio signal enters the car, and my boss Jonah’s voice fills the rig.

  “Jax?” Jonah shouts through the radio, his voice strained.

  Oh God. “Sorry, boss. Didn’t mean to call you.”

  Logan shoots me an apologetic glance. “Sorry,” he mouths silently, his face contorted in a grimace.

  “It’s all good,” I mouth back, squeezing his thigh. “My boss is chill as hell.”

  Logan furrows his brow. “He doesn’t sound chill. He sounds mad as hell,” Logan mouths.

  “Trust me, he’s chill. Unless corporate’s in the office.”

  Jonah lets out a loud sigh through the radio. “I’ve got to apologize, Jax. Corporate’s been hounding me like hell this year, and I’ve been riding your ass like a Dom. You know I’m never like this.”

  “All good, Jonah,” I say.

  “Thank fuck. Well, get back to work. If corporate finds out you’re making out with some young guy in your rig, they’ll cut off your head and serve it to upper management like John the Baptist. I’m sure you don’t want that.”

  Logan’s eyes flare in terror. “How does he know we’ve been making out?”

  I point to a spot in the upper left-hand corner of the passenger seat window. “Camera.”

  Logan yelps. His cheeks flush in embarrassment. “Oh my God.”

  I snort. “I’m kidding. It’s a paging system. No cameras allowed.”

  Jonah lets out a laugh from over the radio. “Caught you red-handed. I knew you were with a guy, asshole. Get back to work.”

  “Thanks, Jonah.” I sign off the radio.

  Logan groans in embarrassment. “I’m so confused. Do you have a camera or not?”

  I shake my head. “I was only teasing.”

  “Then how did Jonah know we were making out?”

  “He didn’t. At least, not until you let it slip.”
r />   Logan groans and collapses in the seat. “Next time, I’ll keep my mouth shut.”

  “I have a better idea,” I say, palming my hardness through my jeans.

  Logan turns to me. “What’s that?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  21

  Jax

  But as it turns out, Logan’s the one with the surprise for me.

  Later that night after we return from dinner and drinks at Tilly’s and we’re both fairly buzzed, he says that my “surprise” isn’t going to cut it.

  It’s his way or the highway.

  I’ll be damned if I argue with that, especially when I realize what he means.

  “I’m afraid it’s not going to work, Jax. Not like that,” Logan whispers as we enter the motel room and shed our clothes.

  Logan approaches me and rubs his thumb over my nipple, sending bolts of sheer pleasure coursing through my veins.

  He pinches it, then massages the pain away.

  I’m instantly hard, and my cock throbs when I realize he is too.

  Good Lord, he’s perfect. Perfect cock, perfect slim hairless body.

  I tease his hard shaft, and my mind explodes as I realize for the thousandth time that this is the same cock that stunned me all those months ago, back when I was heartbroken and struggling with my shitty ex.

  This cock saved me.

  I’ll fucking do anything for this young man.

  “What’s not going to work?” I ask greedily, still buzzed from Tilly’s.

  We ordered four vodka cranberries, and Tilly played that beautiful Miranda Lambert song for us.

  When we got tired of dancing and making out, I ordered Tilly and Natasha’s special house-made nachos and dip, and Logan and I feasted our fucking brains out.

  Safe to say I’m still lost in the haze of this unforgettable night.

  Logan lets go of my nipple and wraps his arm around my waist, then places his head on my chest, inhaling my scent.

  The word is on the tip of my fucking tongue, the dreaded L-word, but I won’t say this yet.

  Despite our magical night, it’s still too soon.

  Logan plants an angel-soft kiss on my chest. “Your plan, silly. You want to fuck me. But I don’t want to do it the way you want.”

  I nod. I have no clue what he’s saying. But that’s okay. “We’ll do it your way.”

  Logan removes his lips from my chest and stares into my eyes. “I want to do it like we did in the car.”

  I furrow my brow. “The car?”

  “The rig,” Logan explains impatiently. “I don’t want you to fuck me. I want to ride you, like in the front seat of your rig. That way, I stay in control.”

  My jaw drops. “Jesus.”

  “Uh oh.” Logan scrunches his face together. “Did I say something wrong?”

  “No,” I whisper, trying to calm my over-excited nerves. Is Logan serious? “This is the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me in my life.”

  Logan snorts. “Yeah right. Guys probably ride you all the freaking time.”

  I let out a chortled laugh. “They don’t. Believe me.”

  I pull him close and smack his ass. “But that’s going to change tonight.”

  With a greedy grunt, I grab Logan’s arm and lead him to the bed.

  I kiss him hotly, impatiently, before grabbing the lube and condoms from the top of the nightstand and pulling him onto the bed with me.

  I lay back, and Logan moans as he drapes his legs over me, placing his palms on my chest.

  He closes his eyes as he rubs himself against me, letting out soft little whimpers that make my heart fucking swell to mammoth proportions, and suddenly I’m fucking terrified it’ll explode.

  I’m even more fucking afraid when Logan licks his lips seductively and fastens his greedy bedroom eyes on me.

  “Lube me up, Jax,” he whispers, his voice steady and strong. “I need you to lube me.”

  I fumble for the lube, and popping open the cap, I squeeze a generous amount on my fingers.

  After warming it in my hand, I bring it between Logan’s legs and apply it to his tight hole.

  Logan cries out and scrunches his eyes shut.

  “Is it cold?” I whisper, massaging the lube into him, and Logan whimpers.

  “It’s chilly,” he whispers with a grimace, before relaxing with a sigh as the lube turns hot.

  So fucking hot.

  This sight is so hot.

  Logan’s hard cock, his legs spread, facing me as I tease his tight puckered hole from beneath his body, and I nearly come from the sight.

  Logan's eyes flutter open. “I’m ready.”

  I bite my lip. “You haven’t even taken a finger.”

  He glares at me. “I have cucumbers at home, ya know. It’s not like this is the first foreign object I’ve taken up my ass.”

  I nod. “Slide the condom on my cock. We’ll start slow. If it hurts, we’ll stop. We can switch positions if it’s too painful.”

  Logan grabs the condom and tears off the wrapper.

  He studies it in the dim starlight, then furrows his brow.

  I’m immediately gripped by worry. Did he forget to pay attention when they did the cucumber exercise in Sex Ed?

  But he slides the condom onto my cock a moment later with ease.

  “It’s a little tight,” Logan whispers.

  I grunt. “It’ll work. Give it a shot.”

  “What about the foreskin?” Logan asks. “Will it tear the condom?”

  “Nah.” He’s so cute. “People have been fucking with foreskins for centuries. Trust me, it’ll hold.”

  Logan hunches forward. His palms on my chest, he stares into my eyes as he digs his hands into my shoulders, using me as a grip.

  He gyrates his ass, searching for my dick.

  He can’t see it from above, so I thrust upwards, letting him know where my cock is.

  I’ve done this before, and it’s never as easy as they make it out to be in romance novels.

  Even when you’re not fucking in a cowgirl position, your cock can slip out.

  But Logan finds what he’s looking for, and when he does, he whimpers as a shudder tears through his body, his mind filling with the fucking knowledge that, finally, after all these goddamn months of tortuous waiting, he’s going to fuck my cock.

  “It’s there,” Logan whispers at last. “Buck into me, Jax. Please.”

  I thrust upwards, my cock sliding inside his tight ring.

  The sensation fucking kills me, and I grit my teeth and dig my fingers into Logan’s hairless thighs, unable to fucking contain myself.

  I stare into his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes, desperate to fuck him right then and there, but we have to go slow.

  This is Logan’s first time.

  He’s not ready for rough sex yet… Despite the stunt he pulled this morning.

  I pull out. “Go slow. Don’t rush this.”

  Logan’s face falls. “Damnit, Jax. Don’t do that to me.”

  “You’re going to hurt yourself if you take too much too soon.”

  “Maybe I want to hurt myself.”

  I snort. “Quit being a dick. You don’t.”

  Logan digs his fingers into my shoulders, and lowers himself on my cock again.

  This time, my cock slips out from beneath him, and Logan sighs exasperatedly as he struggles to find my hardness yet again.

  To help us, I let go of his thigh and grip the base of my cock, stabilizing it, and Logan wiggles his ass yet again, until at last he finds my cock.

  This time, with a little push, it slides in.

  Logan’s face contorts in pain. “Fuck.”

  I freeze. “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes,” Logan grunts, his face turning pink. “But I expected this.”

  “I’ll pull out.”

  Logan sinks his fingers into my shoulders. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you, Logan. This is sensitive as fuck. I can fuck up your cha
nnel if we rush this.”

  Logan shakes his head. “You’re not rushing it,” he gasps at last. “The pain will stop. I swear.”

  “I’m pulling out.” I pull out yet again.

  Logan sighs and collapses on my chest. He runs his fingers over my shoulder blade and draws something on the bone, but I’m too wasted to decipher his message.

  At last, he lifts his head and looks at me. “Please, Jax. I need this.”

  I shake my head. “I’m not risking this, Logan. I could fuck you up for life.”

  “Oh give me a break.” Logan snorts. “You’re not that big.”

  “Yes I am. I can do serious damage.”

  “Okay, fine. You are that big. But I can take it, Jax.” Logan grits his teeth. “I’ve taken extra-large cucumbers from the produce aisle. I can fucking take your cock.”

  I mull over the options. On the one hand, I could wreck his tight perfect hole for life. On the other, he’s clearly consenting, and he wants it.

  Also, if he’s really taken enormous cucumbers up his ass, there’s no way he can’t take my cock.

  I’m big, but not that big.

  I have a decent sized dick; but I’m not the fucking Hulk.

  I sigh in resolution. “Okay, Logan. But we’re going slow. Like super fucking slow. Like sheets-of-rain-blanketing-the-highway-and-wiping-out-visibility slow.”

  “I like the driving analogy.” Logan nods earnestly. “Let’s give it another shot.”

  Logan removes himself from my chest.

  He wiggles his ass again, searching for my cock.

  This time, I don’t need to stabilize it with my hand; he finds it at once.

  With a greedy whimper, he rubs his ass against my cock, and for a second, I’m filled with so much fucking need I want to slam into him right then and there, but I can’t. I won’t.

  This young man is too fucking precious to fuck up, so we’ll do this slow. Easy. The right way.

  I stare into Logan’s eyes as my cock slips inside Logan’s hole.

  “You ready?” I grunt, and Logan reaffirms he wants this.

  I warn him one last time that if it hurts too much I’m pulling out, and we’ll find another way to get off tonight, but then something strange happens.