by Ryan Field
Len removed his cowboy hat and set it on the dashboard. He rested his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. He adjusted his legs and spread them apart, as if inviting Jim to reach between his legs. “That feels so good. I should have called you before I went riding. This is way more relaxing than bouncing around on a horse all alone.”
Jim’s hand went lower and he started to caress Len’s lower abdomen. He slid his hand down his pants and felt his pubic hair. “I’m glad you wanted to get together tonight,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot since we met at the hotel.”
Len’s eyes remained closed. He smiled and said, “I can’t think about anything or anyone but you.”
“Just relax and stop talking,” Jim said. “I want to enjoy every minute with you tonight.” His hand went up and he began to unbutton Len’s plaid shirt. Each time he opened a button, he leaned over and kissed Len’s torso with a touch so light he barely came into contact with his flesh.
“I have to ask you something,” Len said. “Maybe it’s none of my business. Maybe I shouldn’t say anything. But I have to know.”
Jim reached down and pulled the shirt out of his jeans so he could open the rest of it. “What do you want to know?”
“Did you and Cain ever do anything?” Len asked. He paused for a moment and cleared his throat. “Anything sexual, that is.”
Jim’s head went up. He looked into Len’s eyes. “No. Never. We were nothing more than good friends. I’ve never been with anyone but you.” There was one time when something almost happened between them in high school. They’d been wrestling on Jim’s bedroom floor and Cain pinned him down and started dry humping him. When Jim realized what was happening, he panicked and pushed Cain off his body. They moved on to something else, never discussed this again, and it never affected their friendship. He didn’t think this was worth mentioning.
“You must have been attracted to him,” Len said.
Though Jim knew Len was fishing, he wasn’t sure why. He thought for a moment, and then said, “Yes. I’ll be honest. I was attracted to Cain.” He stopped talking and hesitated again. “You have to think about it this way: I was a shy, plain kid who was more attracted to guys than girls. For most of my high school years, I was invisible. I didn’t know how to explain or understand my feelings while I was growing up. And all that time I was with one of the best looking guys in my school…in my city. I think if I had been allowed to have a normal adolescence and experience things that were normal to me at the time, I wouldn’t have been as attracted to Cain as I was. It’s hard to explain. I think I held on to the fantasy of Cain for so long because it was safe. I knew deep down nothing would ever happen between us.”
Len put his arm around Jim and pulled him closer to his side. “I know what you’re talking about. For me it was different because I turned to women. I thought that if I tried to be a stud I’d change who I was. That was my safety zone for a long time.”
Jim reached down and unfastened Len’s silver belt buckle. He opened the button on Len’s jeans and pulled down his zipper. His hand went lower and he reached inside Len’s briefs. He held Len’s erection and inhaled the scent coming from between Len’s legs and said, “I swear to God you’re the first man I’ve ever been with. Let’s not talk anymore. Just close your eyes and let me do everything. I’ve never done anything like this before, especially not with a man I have such strong feelings for.”
“You have strong feelings for me?” Len asked. He spread his legs and bucked his hips forward so Jim could get all the way into his pants without struggling.
Jim grabbed his balls and pulled them out of his briefs. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”
As Jim began to tug on his balls, Len squatted down and stretched his legs. “I haven’t either. And just so you know, I never expected this to happen. I thought I was going to a boring graduation party the other night.” He laughed. “I didn’t know I was going to wind up meeting someone who would know how to make he feel this way. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced emotions like this with anyone.”
This made Jim smile. He didn’t care that he was with his best friend’s father now. For a short time, he didn’t care what his mother would think. And he didn’t care what his best friend would think if he knew. All Jim knew that night, in the dark cab of that pickup truck, parked behind a seedy bowling alley, was that he was about to go down on a man he cared about in ways he wasn’t yet able to express aloud.
Before he actually went down on Len, Jim sat up and removed all his clothes. Len watched, reaching out to fondle his naked body with each article of clothing he removed. He bent down in an exaggerated way on purpose so that Len could play with his ass while he removed his shoes. He even sat up, braced his hands on the dashboard, and lifted his ass partially from the seat so Len could squeeze it a few times.
A few seconds later, he sat back and leaned into the center console again. He reached down and grabbed the base of Len’s shaft and pulled it forward. As he ran his thumb slowly up and down the bottom, he wrapped his lips around the head and started to suck. Len sat all the way back, with his fingers laced behind his head and his elbows jutting out, and moaned in low whispers.
He could tell Len hadn’t showered; he smelled like a man should smell, not like the flowery soap and powder, and the strong offensive cologne his mother used that made her bathroom intolerable. While Jim jacked and sucked at the same time, Len whispered about how wonderful it felt and how soft Jim’s lips were. At one point, right about the same time Jim’s head started bobbing up and down Len grabbed the back of Jim’s head and applied light pressure. He pushed Jim’s face into his crotch and held it there for a moment. Jim held his breath and sucked harder. His cheeks indented and he pressed his tongue against the shaft and applied as much pressure as he could. And when Len released one hand from Jim’s head to give him a break, Len reached over and started to squeeze and play with Jim’s ass while he sucked.
The more he inhaled Len’s scent the faster he worked. Jim’s right leg went up and he rested his foot on the dashboard. As Len inserted his middle finger into Jim’s body, Jim stopped sucking for a moment. He remained still, with his lips around the head of Len’s dick. When Len’s finger was inside, he started sucking again. His chest began to heave and indiscreet, vulgar slurps and suction noises came from between Len’s legs. By the time Len inserted a second finger, Jim’s bare foot was pressed flat against the windshield. He didn’t look up to see if anyone was watching from outside. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, yet Len’s fingers aroused him more with each probe and he didn’t want to move. He figured Len was keeping an eye out for passersby.
At one point, a moment after Len had inserted a third finger, Len pulled out fast and said, “Put your leg down. Hurry up. There are a couple of young cowboys coming in this direction.”
Jim lowered his leg and glanced up. He saw two big rowdy cowboys coming right in their direction. “Oh fuck, I thought you were watching.”
Len said, “I closed my eyes for a minute. They must have come out of the bowling alley and I didn’t notice.”
“What should I do?” He imagined all the worst things that could happen. The cowboys would be drunk. They would see Jim blowing a man and they would pull him out of the car, naked with red lips. They would call him names like fag and cock sucker and sissy, and then kick him around in the woods behind the cars. They might make him perform lewd acts on them. After that, they would beat the hell out both of them. Jim had never been bullied or bashed and that’s because he’d never placed himself in a situation where those things could happen.
“Don’t do anything,” Len said. “It’s too late to start getting dressed. They are too close and they are headed right for the truck parked next to us. Just keep your head down between my legs and I’ll make it look natural. Start sucking my dick again.”
“You want me to suck your dick in front of them?”
“Just trust me.”
“Ah well,” Jim said. “I don’t know about this. We could get the shit kicked out of us.” After all, he was still holding Len’s dick, which would be enough to warrant a good beating.
Len reached for his hat and set it on top of Jim’s head. He shoved Jim’s head and the hat between his legs. “Just be quiet and calm and start sucking my dick. They can’t tell you’re a guy. It’s too dark. All they can see is a glimpse of your ass and it’s so smooth and soft they’ll never know. With you in that position, they’ll think my girlfriend is giving me head. Shit like that happens all the time in parking lots like this. I’ll bet these guys have had girls blow them plenty of times in a truck.”
Without lifting his head, Jim said, “I hope you’re right.” His voice sounded muffled beneath the cowboy hat.
“Here they come,” Len said. “Put my dick back in your mouth. Start sucking fast and make a lot of noise and they’ll get out of here right away. Guys will never ruin another guy’s blow job. Trust me on this. It’s one of the silent rules men share between men. Guys encourage guys to do things like this.”
Well. This was news to Jim. Evidently, he’d lived a more sheltered life than he thought he had. Even the goddamn straights were sneaking around at night while he’d been missing all the fun.
But he couldn’t ask any more questions. He had to trust Len. As Jim took Len’s dick back into his mouth and he sucked, he heard deep, throaty voices approach the truck. One guy said, “Hey, asshole. You owe me twenty bucks. Pay up now, dude.” The other guy said, “Fuck you buddy. You owe me twenty from last week. We’re even, faggot. Now suck my dick.” Then they both laughed and one of them said, “Suck my dick, faggot. I got a big fat one for you.” The other said, “You suck my dick first, pervert.”
While all this was going on outside the truck, Jim continued to suck, with his head hidden beneath the cowboy hat and his bare ass exposed. There was something unusually arousing about hearing the two big cowboys speak this way and he wound up sucking harder and faster on Len than he’d planned. The next thing Jim heard the men say was, “Fuck me, asshole,” and then there was complete silence. After a moment of hesitation, as Jim continued to suck, the last thing he heard was one cowboy whisper to the other, “Damn, look at that bitch go to town on that dude. She’s gonna suck the head right off his dick.” Then Jim heard two doors slamming, the truck next to them starting, and then tires screeching out of the parking lot.
When it was safe, Len removed the cowboy hat from between his legs and glanced down at Jim. For a moment, Jim was terrified to move. He looked up, with the head of Len’s dick protruding through the left side of his face and opened his eyes wide. Len smiled and caressed the back of his head. “It’s okay now, they’re gone.”
Jim sucked one more time and lifted his head. “Are you sure? Did they see what was happening?” He tried hard not to think about what could have happened. He was worried they’d come back with baseball bats.
Len laughed. “They’re just a couple of good old boys out having a little fun, is all. The guy who was driving walked up, looked down at the way you were giving me head, and blinked. In less than a second, he stared at your ass. He winked at me, lifted his thumb, and jumped into his truck with his buddy. He had no idea who was down there. All he knew was some guy was getting head from some girl and he didn’t want to spoil it. I told you: guys like that never tell. They stick together.”
Although Jim’s heart was still racing from the encounter, he couldn’t stop thinking about Len’s dick. He grabbed the shaft again and rubbed it against his cheek. He’d always wanted to rub a dick all over his face; he took advantage of the opportunity. “Maybe we should go someplace safer,” he said, as he rubbed the shaft against his nose with his eyes closed.
“We’re okay here,” Len said. “It’s probably safer here than anywhere else.” Then he reached down, guided Jim’s chin toward his dick, and rested his head back against the seat.
This was a clear sign…an open invitation…to Jim that Len wanted Jim to finish him off that way, so he took him back into his mouth and started sucking and jacking again. In less than ten minutes, Len’s body tightened and he grabbed the back of Jim’s head, harder this time. When he started pulling and pushing, Jim sucked with such intensity his neck started to ache.
Jim didn’t complain once; he didn’t break the rhythm. A minute or two after Len grabbed his head Jim felt the head of Len’s dick expand inside his mouth. This time he didn’t ask Jim to stop sucking. It only took a second for Len to blast a load down his throat. While Len moaned, Jim took all of him without gagging or choking. He swallowed without missing a drop. Though taking another man this way was new to Jim, eating come wasn’t a novelty. Since he’d been in his early teens he’d been licking his fingers and cleaning up his own messes. He enjoyed the taste, the bleachy aroma, and the silky texture. And for some reason, Len’s come tasted sweeter to him than his own did. But what he loved most was having a part of Len inside his own body forever. He truly felt as if they’d become one that night.
As he continued to suck out the last drops, Len forced Jim’s head down between his legs and he begged him to continue in a stage whisper. While Len’s body jerked slightly, Jim sucked and jacked his own load out on the black leather seat. It landed next to his left leg, not far from the center console. Jim wished he had a camera for what happened next.
Jim stopped sucking Len for a moment and licked up the mess he’d made off the seat. While he did this, he glanced up and saw the stunned expression on Len’s face. His mouth was open, his eyes were wide, and his right hand was pressed to his throat. When Jim cleaned the seat and went back to sucking, Len slapped Jim’s ass hard and said, “That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do. And I never expected to see you do it.”
When Len’s dick finally grew flaccid in Jim’s mouth, he grabbed the back of Jim’s head and laughed. “You’d better come up for air down there. Those cowboys were right. You’re going to suck the head right off my dick if you’re not careful.”
Jim lifted his head. Before he sat up he kissed Len’s dick one last time. He wiped his puffy bruised lips and said, “Thanks. I liked that.”
Len’s eyebrows went up. “You’re thanking me? Hell, I should be thanking you. All I did was sit here.” Then he grabbed Jim by the back of his neck, pulled him closer, and kissed him so hard Jim had to hold the steering wheel for support.
After they kissed, Jim reached beneath the seat to search for his pants. “I’d better get home. It must be late.”
Len glanced at his watch and said, “It’s almost three in the morning.”
Jim pulled up his jeans and said, “I wish we could actually sleep together; just once.” He had to admit all this sneaking around was interesting, in a creepy clandestine way he found hard to describe. But it would have been nice to slide into Len’s arms and close his eyes. It would have been even nicer to wake up the next morning in those same strong arms.
The corners of Len’s lips turned down. He shoved his dick back into his pants and pulled up his zipper. “I wish we could, too. But we have to take this one step at a time. You’re really young. I don’t want to be responsible for doing anything that might alter the course of our life.”
Jim put on his shirt and turned to face Len. He shrugged and said, “It’s too late for that. The damage has already been done.”
Chapter Eight
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Before Jim exited the truck, they made out for a few more minutes. They couldn’t separate no matter how hard they tried. Jim would make a move to leave, Len would agree and say goodnight, and they would wind up in each other’s arms again.
When they finally parted, Len offered to walk him to his car. But Jim said he would be fine alone. He did ask for one thing before he got out of the truck. He reached down, grabbed Len’s crotch and said, “Can I wear your hat home?”
Len laughed and ran his hand down the side of Jim’s face. He reached for the cowboy hat on the dashboard
and placed it on top of Jim’s head with a slight tilt. He kissed him one last time and said, “You look good in it. Better than I do. Now get out of here before I rip your clothes off again.”
Jim opened the door and said, “I’m going to wear this hat everywhere. I might even wear it to bed. And thanks for the present, too.” Then he climbed out of the car and closed the door with a gentle push. As he crossed the parking lot, he heard Len start the engine. He sent him a backward glance, tipped the hat down over his eyes, and smiled.
He wore the cowboy hat home that night. When he quietly slipped into his bedroom and removed his clothes, he set the hat on the pillow next to his and climbed into bed. For the next three weeks, he met Len almost every night and they had sex. Len fucked him in motels, hotels, and in the back of the pickup truck. He fucked Jim in the barn one night when his wife was out having a tennis lesson, and he even fucked him in the swimming pool at Jim’s house when Jim’s parents went away for a long weekend. When Len wasn’t fucking him, Jim was sucking Len off. He blew him while they drove down the highway, he blew him in the woods, and he blew him one time in the bathroom of a fast food restaurant. Jim experienced his first facial from a man behind a small shed at the back of Len’s property.
During the day, when Len was at work, Jim spent his time lounging around the house, riding horses or sunning himself near the swimming pool. He’d been home from college for weeks and he’d barely spoken to his mother or father for longer than fifteen minutes. He didn’t eat with them or watch TV with them. When they asked if he wanted to go out to dinner with them, or to a movie, he politely declined and said he had plans with his friends. They never asked why they never saw his friends. They would smile, exchanged glances, and nod.
One night, they asked if he wanted to play miniature golf like they used to do as a family when he was a little boy. They joked about how fun it would be and they weren’t taking it seriously. He smiled and thanked them. Part of him wanted to go. But he told them he had plans and couldn’t get out of them. That particular night he was planning to sit on Len’s lap and ride his dick in the barn on Len’s property. He was planning to wear the cowboy hat and Len’s boots, too. Len seemed to like it when he wore nothing but the old boots and hat. Earlier that week, Len had decided to tell his wife he was seeing someone regularly and she had agreed to give him certain nights alone in the house while she met her tennis instructor. His wife asked no questions and wanted no details, which was part of their original arrangement. Len didn’t tell her the guy he was seeing was Jim Darling, his son’s best friend.
