After yielding the mic to the next performer, Nick put his trumpet away in its case, then waited until the scheduled break between acts to go to the counter and claim his free coffee. Somehow, he wasn't surprised when both of the young guys appeared, standing behind him.
"Hi," the dark-haired one said brightly.
"Hi." Nick's response, if automatic, was more guarded.
"I really liked your playing."
"Thanks. That's nice to hear. These Friday night open mics usually attract an older crowd. I would think my kind of music must sound a little old-fashioned to somebody your age."
"Oh, not at all," the young man insisted. "I wanted to offer to buy you a coffee, but I see you beat me to it."
The two young guys ordered refills for themselves, and as they stepped away from the counter and sipped them, Nick initiated the introductions by volunteering his own first name. The dark-haired number was Austin, and his blond friend was Jared. They all sat down at Nick's table, at his invitation.
Austin did most of the talking--no surprise there. He and Jared were local boys, which was no surprise there, either. They had attended the local community vocational college. Austin volunteered the information that he worked in a truck stop's garage as a mechanic. Many of the truckers patronized this garage, so Austin had a chance to service their big rigs. It was good experience.
Austin didn't need any encouragement to talk about the kinds of music he liked, the concerts he'd gone to recently, the CDs he'd bought.
"Yeah, Austin's a real music freak," the rather sullen blond mumbled at one point in the conversation, still looking and sounding ill at ease in Nick's presence. "Austin likes all that stuff. Old man music, I call it."
Nick and Austin exchanged knowing smiles at Jared's expense.
"We've got to catch our bus, Austin," Jared said.
"Not just yet. We can run to the stop at the last minute, before it comes. It's raining too hard to stand out there. My car's in the garage," Austin explained, for Nick's benefit. "I'm waiting for a part to come in. Now I know how the customers feel when they have to do without their wheels, temporarily. We could've taken Jared's car, of course, but we decided what the hell. If we took the bus, instead, then we could both do a little drinking."
Nick smiled. "And did you do a little drinking?"
"We had a few beers in one of the bars down the street. That's one of the reasons I wanted to come in here, so we could sober up a little before we called it a night and headed home. And I wanted to hear the music, if it was decent. Which it was, when you were on."
"Thanks again. For the compliment. It's too bad about your car. Maybe I could give you guys a lift." Even as he spoke, the question Are you out of your mind? flashed through Nick's thoughts.
Austin accepted the offer at once, of course. Jared, predictably made token protests along the lines of, It's probably out of your way, we really couldn't impose, etc. Nick barely heard them. He recognized the pattern. Austin was the leader, the naturally bold and outgoing one, and Jared was the follower. Jared was probably in love with his buddy and didn't even know it. Maybe they joked about cocksucking, maybe they even got drunk or high and rubbed up against each other in bed or traded hand jobs on occasion. But that was probably the extent of it.
Nick continued his internal, mental lecture. You must be out of your mind, even thinking about putting the make on a couple of guys their age. You're too young, yourself, to be turning into a dirty old man--yet!
Before he Nick knew, all three of them were squeezed into the front seat of his car together, thighs touching, the two younger guys giggling like schoolboys, all of them out of breath after their dash through the rain. Nick turned on the windshield defroster and the wipers, and, at Austin's request, tuned to the local light jazz station on the dashboard radio. Without having to be asked, Austin took Nick's trumpet case from him and carefully stowed it on the back seat.
"Where do you men live?" Nick asked.
"Oh, I'll give you directions," Austin promised. "Just drive. Make a right, up ahead."
Austin chattered away like a magpie during the drive in the rain, while Jared remained tongue-tied beside him. Austin, the little prick teaser, had maneuvered himself between Jared and Nick when they'd all first gotten into the car and kept pressing his sturdy young thigh accidentally against Nick's in the close quarters.
Christ, they're really kind of young for me to be lusting after. Nick came to this decidedly belated conclusion as he risked the occasional sideway glance and studied Austin's handsome young face, which was innocent of anything but the faintest suggestion of peach fuzz on the upper lip and chin. But Christ, I'm horny!
It might be worth the risk. A lewd, reckless excitement seemed to be taking possession of him. They're not underage, after all. It might work out, if I play my cards right. Jared's the loose cannon so he's the one who'll balk, or who'll need to be talked into it. If only we could get rid of him, I might have a chance with his sexy little friend!
Austin saved him the trouble of coming up with a strategy by breaking the silence again.
"I really liked your playing, man," he said.
"Thanks. I know I'm nothing special, just a glorified amateur, but I do enjoy it."
"You're too modest. You know something? I like to play music at home when I jerk off," the dark-haired mechanic admitted brazenly. "It gets me in the mood, and gets me all excited. Sometimes, when I'm home alone, I get so fucking horny that I take off all my clothes, lie down on the bed, and jerk off to my jazz records. That kind of music always makes me come like crazy."
"Jesus, Austin," Jared muttered. "Why don't you tell us all about your sex life?"
"Yes, why don't you?" Nick suggested, facetiously, in order to mask his growing excitement. "Don't you ever do anything besides jerk off?"
"Sure," Austin boasted. "My buddies and I make out with each other all the time."
Jared's silent, flustered reaction immediately betrayed the fact that he was one of these buddies.
"I like older men, too," Austin went on. "Guys like you. You're really hot, Nick."
"I'm a lot older than you," Nick replied, by way of a token protest. "I'll soon be forty. I'm twice your age, I bet."
"Well, you'd lose that bet," Austin said, easily. "I'm already twenty-three, turning twenty-four in another couple of months. I'm the same age as Jared, here. Guys are always telling me I look younger than I really am. It's a pain in the ass to keep hearing that. And so what if you're older? I could go for you. I could go for you in a big way."
Jared nearly had apoplexy at this little revelation, and Nick had to burst out laughing not only at Jared's mortification, but just as much at Austin's outrageousness.
"Pull in here," Austin said suddenly. "Pull in here, and I'll prove it to you."
Prove it? How? "It's an empty lot," Nick protested. It was, in fact, the parking lot of a hardware store closed for the night.
"Pull in anyway," Austin insisted. "Go around back, and park behind the building."
"Austin," Jared objected, nervously.
"Shut up, Jared," his friend retorted, but without heat.
Nick's pulse was racing, but he silently followed Austin's instructions and parked the car, leaving the motor running, the wipers slashing back and forth across the windshield, hurtling aside the pelting rain.
"You want to, don't you, Nick?" Austin asked, in a soft, insinuating voice.
"Want to what?"
"You know," Austin replied, and for the time Nick heard a tremolo of uncertainty in his voice. "Suck me. You want to suck me, don't you?"
"Sure. I'll suck you both, as a matter of fact," Nick retorted, conveying a bravado he was in fact far from feeling. He had a gut instinct that Jared needed it a lot more than Austin did!
But Jared seemed determined to play hard to get. "Oh, no way, man! Just leave me out of it this time!" Jared protested.
This time? These two guys have done this before? That sounds promising!
; Austin snickered. "Aw, come on, Jared. Don't be a total wuss!"
Nick's breath caught sharply in his throat as he watched Austin unzip his tight jeans and push them down to his knees. He wasn't wearing any underpants, and, for his size, he was exceptionally well hung. His cock was uncircumcised with a wreath of black, silky pubic hair surrounding its root.
Shameless though he obviously was, Austin jumped slightly when Nick's warm hand closed around his dick, squeezed the thick, swollen shaft in a firm grip, and began to pull on it with slow, sure, rhythmic strokes, his fist caressing the turgid young meat from its base to its tip each time.
Ignoring Jared for the moment, although he heard the blond youth gasping in shock and disapproval beside Austin, Nick quickly freed himself from the confinement of his seat belt. Then he seized Austin by the hips to steady him on the car seat, and, twisting his own body around under the steering wheel, he lowered his head into the young stud's lap. His mouth swooped down on that throbbing young prick and swallowed it greedily, right to the base. Austin moaned and shook beside him, and Nick's lips clamped snugly around his cockshaft, his tongue already licking it passionately inside his mouth, coating it with his saliva.
It certainly wasn't, Nick suspected, the first time Austin had been blown. It probably wasn't the first time Austin had been blown in this particular parking lot, at night! After a moment's hesitation, he began to fuck Nick's face quite efficiently, his hips thrusting vigorously at the older guy's face. He unbuckled his own seat belt to free himself and permit himself a wider range of motion on the car seat. Nick's fingers gripped the young stud's hard-muscled buttocks, pulling him even closer, practically smothering himself in his crotch as he fed on his cock. His tongue lapped in long, agile strokes, accelerating its rhythm as he felt Austin's sturdy thighs tensing and the meaty tool trapped between his nursing lips swelling even larger in preparation for the sudden burst of orgasm that Nick already desperately craved.
"Oh shit, stud," Austin gasped. "I think I'm going to come! You don't want it in your mouth, do you, man?"
Still sucking, Nick emitted a savage grunt, making it all too clear that he certainly did want Austin to come in his mouth.
"You're going to get it if you keep that up," Austin warned. "Oh, God…you're going to get my load!"
Nick groaned from deep down in his fucked throat when the first thick, slimy wad of salty jism abruptly erupted from the head of Austin's cock. He swallowed it avidly, as further hot spurts shot into his throat. He clung possessively to the dark-haired number's prickshaft with his mouth, milking every drop of the liquid potency from it before finally, with the utmost reluctance, letting the still-stiff penis go.
"Oh, my God," Austin whispered. "That felt so fucking good!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Nick said, between licks at the head of Austin's cock. He lapped up the dribbling residue of the young stud's come.
"Wait'll you feel it, Jared," Austin said. "He's a really good cocksucker. He'll do you real good. You're going to, aren't you, Nick? You're going to suck off my buddy, too?"
"You bet I will," Nick promised.
"I want to watch. I want to watch you going down on him." Austin sounded every bit as excited as though he hadn't just climaxed, but was still in the early stages of arousal!
"So watch. Now let me have yours, Jared," Nick gasped, almost inaudibly, throwing himself across Austin's lap to attack Jared's crotch.
Jared shrank from him. "I--I'm not sure we ought to, man!"
"Come on," Austin urged him, putting a comforting arm around the blond's shoulders and giving him a butch-looking hug. "Let him suck you off, Jared. He's good at it. Take my word for it, man, he is really good at it! And I'm not going to be the only one to let another guy go down on me! You're going to have to do it, too. Don't think you're any better than me."
Grinning lewdly at the thought of how powerful peer pressure could be, Nick quite cold-bloodedly extracted Jared's hard-on from his jeans. He toyed with it in his hand for a few seconds to make sure it was fully stiff, and then he put it in his mouth. Jared was very tense, and afraid to touch Nick. But once the stimulation of Nick's warm, saliva-filled mouth and eagerly licking tongue began to get to him, he surrendered, and let the older man blow him at his own pace.
Austin, Nick was excited to see, more than made up for his buddy's passivity. Still hugging Jared close to him with one arm, Austin buried the fingers of his free hand in Nick's hair, caressing his scalp almost tenderly, while Nick sucked Jared's cock. Austin was actually pushing gently down on the back of Nick's head now, helping to pump Jared's erection in and out of Nick's steadily slurping mouth.
"Suck him, Nick," Austin pleaded, as though he was still desperately excited and in need of sexual relief, himself. "Oh hell! Suck on his cock! Oh, that's hot! That's so goddamn hot to watch!"
Wildly inspired by Austin's enthusiasm, Nick sped up his mouth action, and in less than a minute, he was rewarded when Jared started to pump even more thick come down his throat than Austin had!
"Fuck!" Austin exclaimed. "He really gave you a load, didn't he, man?"
"Yeah, I sure did," Jared bragged. Now that he'd come, he looked and sounded a lot less reticent!
"Zip up," Nick said, curtly, as he wiped semen from his lips with one hand. "We'd better get the hell out of here."
"Don't you want to come?" Austin asked.
"No. I don't want to stick around here. It's too risky."
With the taste of both young men's hot cream strong in his mouth, Nick got control of himself, matter-of-factly put the car in gear, and drove out of the deserted parking lot. He'd taken a hell of a risk, he realized, belatedly. He'd been lucky some cop, cruising by in a patrol car, hadn't spotted them, and turned into the parking lot to investigate.
It was still raining hard. Austin now seemed reluctant to say much in front of Jared, so Nick made a point of asking where Jared lived, so he could drop him off first. It was Austin who gave him directions to a residential street not far away.
"Thanks for the ride, mister," Jared mumbled, as he opened the car door.
"Aren't you going to thank him for sucking you off?" Austin taunted his friend.
"Shit!" A red-faced Jared quickly got out of the car and, with his shoulders hunched against the pelting rain, dashed toward the porch of the house.
"I'll call you tomorrow, asshole," Austin called out cheerfully after him.
Nick took Austin home, following his passenger's directions to his house.
"Don't worry. Jared won't say anything," Austin assured. "He won't tell anybody."
"Aren't you afraid to be here in the car alone with me?" Nick asked, casually.
"No. Why should I be?"
Nick shrugged. "You'd better be careful when you let guys pick you up like this."
"You're not just any guy. I knew you from the coffee shop. Well, sort of. And I could tell you were all right--safe. You know? Not a creep." Austin seemed more relaxed, now that it was just the two of them. "Jared's not a bad guy, but he's a little uptight. He doesn't really want to--to do anything, if you know what I mean. He's afraid to. It's kind of frustrating."
Nick smiled. "But you're not afraid."
"Not of you, anyway. And I know what you're thinking."
"Oh, you do, do you? What are you, some sort of a mind reader?"
"I don't have to be to figure out what's probably going through your head. You think I'm just some dumb young kid, don't you, that you took advantage of. Now you're afraid I'm going to freak out over what we just did, or something stupid like that, and make trouble for you. Well, I'm not. I'm no virgin, you know. I've been around."
Nick was getting a little keyed up by the turn their conversation had taken. Now, in his slightly nervous state of mind, Austin's last comment took him by surprise. He emitted a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a snort.
"Sorry," Nick said. "I don't mean to laugh at you. But when you say you've been around, trust me, you're too young to even know the
meaning of that term."
Austin turned his head toward Nick and scrutinized him. "Oh, you might be surprised. I know this is a small town, but even so, some of the truck drivers here in town, they know the score. I've hooked up with one or two of them, and had myself a lot of fun. What about you? Have you been around?"
"Plenty," Nick said, ruefully. "I've got quite a few miles on me, and I probably look it."
"No, you don't. You look great. I don't know why you put yourself down."
"Thanks. I may have to keep you around just to stroke my ego."
"I'd be willing to stroke more than just your ego. Are you sure you don't want to come, Nick?"
"We parked once and got away with it. Twice in one night might be pushing our luck. I'm tempted, don't think I'm not. But I think I'd better take a rain check. So to speak," Nick added, as the windshield wipers continued their monotonous back-and-forth swiping motion.
Austin laughed. "I like you, man. You're got a sense of humor. I'm glad you're not…I'm glad you don't take it all so deadly seriously, the way some guys do. You know?"
"Yes, I think I know what you mean."
"Slow down," Austin suddenly instructed him. "Make a right. You can pull over here. This is where I live."
With his parents, obviously, Nick realized, examining the house, which was a modest structure with nothing to distinguish it from the others on the quiet residential street. He doubted a young garage mechanic could afford to own a house, himself.
Austin didn't seem to be in any hurry to get out of the car.
"When can I see you again?" he asked.
"Any time you want," Nick replied.
"Are you playing again, next week?"
"Probably. Yes. Unless something comes up in the meantime. I do have to work on weekends, sometimes."
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