The Full Ride

by Gavin Atlas

  Wayne placed Andy on cool white sheets and slid his hand under Andy’s T-shirt. His smoky expression told Andy Wayne appreciated Andy’s improved body, and Wayne’s hands trailed over smooth, muscular abdominals and powerful biceps.

  “You still have such soft skin,” Wayne said, which surprised Andy. Wayne had remembered his skin? He realized he’d remembered Wayne’s lips, a reason why that brief kiss of a few minutes ago was so potent and so right.

  “Have more chocolate,” Wayne said, holding out the bar he’d brought with him.

  Andy shook his head. “I used to be a sugar addict, but even though I’ve gotten over that, I still shouldn’t have more.”

  “In that magazine, you said now instead of sweets, you were into sex.”

  Andy’s eyes widened. Wayne had seen that? “Um, ha! I didn’t know you knew about that photo spread in Blueboy or whatever it was. I was kind of kidding when I said that.”

  Wayne’s hand left Andy’s stomach and slid under the waistband of his pants and underwear, finding Andy’s balls and hardening cock. “I’m pleased that you’ve learned to love sex, Andy,” Wayne whispered. “I watch you get fucked nearly every day.”

  Christ. He knew about the videos as well. Andy’s rising shame was stemmed, however, with the realization that his brief porn career seemed to arouse rather than anger Wayne. Wayne’s hand explored deeper, first between Andy’s legs and then heading for his ass, causing the younger man’s stomach to tighten with heat. Andy had fantasized about this for years. His breath hitched as the pleasure of being touched caused a pleasant ache in his groin and his lungs.

  Wayne took a bite of the milk chocolate, swallowed, and then kissed the taste into Andy’s mouth. A jolt of feral craving raced through Andy’s body as his tongue slid over Wayne’s, and the second dose of cocoa ignited Andy’s desire.

  “That still tastes amazing,” Andy said, confused by the fact that, as much as he loved chocolate, it could somehow compete for his attention with the sensation he felt from Wayne, the man he most wanted inside him, fingering his asshole. He blinked up at Wayne and spread his legs wider, hoping to encourage the older man.

  “Your father may have schemes,” Wayne said, “but I have them, too. That fruit flavor in your chocolate bar? That is damiana.”

  “Damiana?”

  “Yes. In this part of the world, damiana is reputed to be an aphrodisiac, especially when combined with sugar. And chocolate.”

  Andy laughed a little as he lifted his head off the pillow and grazed his lips over Wayne’s left cheek. “You don’t have to seduce me. I want you to fuck me. I crazy want it.”

  Wayne unbuckled Andy’s pants and pulled them halfway down. Then, both of his hands roamed over Andy’s ass and crack. “I know how much you love sex, Andy, but I don’t want you to just love it. I want you to need it, and I want you to need it from me.” Wayne pressed the bulge of his jeans against the bare skin of Andy’s ass and made firm thrusting motions. The look of power in Wayne’s eyes made Andy feel somehow weaker and more excited at the same time. He didn’t resist as Wayne fed him more chocolate, all the while pressing Andy’s legs back farther. The sensation of how vulnerable his ass was to being reamed filled Andy with the blissful contentment he felt when a dominant man demonstrated his intense need to get in Andy’s hole. This time the sensation was stronger than ever because it was Wayne, the man who smiled at him and hugged him the way his father never did. Because Wayne was his first true kiss, and, perhaps…because of the chocolate? Andy noticed his erection was bigger than normal. His breath was short. His hips rose and fell in urgent, involuntary thrusts. Andy wanted sex more than he ever had before. He needed Wayne’s dick inside him like he needed oxygen.

  Andy whimpered. “Oh, God, Wayne. Please, please fuck me.”

  “Yes,” Wayne hissed. “Oh, yes.” In moments, Wayne finished stripping Andy and put the younger man’s legs in the air. Then with a wicked smile, Wayne slowed down, taking his time lubing Andy and pausing before unzipping his jeans. To Andy, the delay was agonizing and became more so as the gradual downward direction of Wayne’s pants revealed more and more of his cock. As it sprang free from Wayne’s underwear, Andy gasped. He’d known Wayne was endowed, but Andy’s eyes widened at the thickness and length. Despite his experience with being fucked by porn star tops, Andy’s hunger for Wayne’s dick was overwhelming. Sure, he’d seen penises this big before, but even in porn, the owner could never maintain this firm an erection. Wayne could. Andy moaned in anticipation.

  Now Wayne had a condom on, and he rubbed his cock against the smooth skin of Andy’s rump, sliding it up and down his crack again and again. Each time the head passed by Andy’s hole, he felt a tight pang of lust in his gut that pulsed up to his chest and teeth. The teasing was unbearable. Wayne’s dick was so close, and his left hand stroked Andy’s, the additional stimulation leaving Andy feeling struck brainless with blind need.

  Then Wayne fed Andy another bite of the chocolate. Please, Andy thought as he lifted his head to reach the bar. This stuff is wonderful, but, God, please—

  Wayne’s dick found its way all the way in with the first thrust, and the shock of the stretching hit at the same instant as the burst of sweetness on Andy’s tongue.

  Andy let out a delirious moan of relief. Wayne was in his ass finally. Finally. He’d dreamed of this, and now his entire being hummed with the pleasure of being filled. He gritted his teeth as his body adjusted to the invasion. Wayne’s penis was so hard and penetrated so deep that Andy flashed on images of times he was fucked on porn sets with a wooden billy club or a metal phallus. But, oh, God, this was softer and warmer. The unbelievable power and stiffness of Wayne’s erection proved the intensity of Wayne’s desire for Andy’s ass. A ripple of elation ran from his throat down to his spine, and then down to the very point where the tip of Wayne’s dick touched the walls of Andy’s hole. He moaned again.

  Wayne began to pump in and out, and Andy let out an earnest wail with each stroke. The stretching and massaging sensation Andy felt in his hole made his body thrum with heat. Wayne’s breath was already rapid. “I’ve wanted to be here for so long,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’ve wanted this so damn long.”

  Andy gasped and shuddered with effort as Wayne’s cock pushed in even deeper. It was almost impossible for Andy to think with such a huge dick taking his hole, but epiphanies popped in his head.

  This man wanted Andy’s ass so much, he’d watched Andy get fucked every day.

  This man loved Andy so much, he’d crafted a concoction of pure chocolate bliss just for him.

  This man felt so marvelous and powerful inside him that Andy felt as if he’d never had good sex before.

  Wayne tightened his grip on Andy’s thighs and pushed them back still farther. It seemed to Andy that Wayne felt compelled to plunge deeper, to take parts of Andy no one else had. The pumping in his hole sped. At the same time, Wayne collapsed on top of Andy, crushing him in a hug as wicked flicks of Wayne’s hips drove the man’s penis in like a piston, again and again. This thrill of being where he’d dreamed of being combined with the throbbing ache of each thrust made Andy grunt and cry, the urgent pounding making him feel as if he were drowning in Wayne’s lust. The older man growled and writhed as he fucked Andy, and the young American could no longer hold back. The combination of the unstoppable need for his ass, the tightness of the embrace, and the pummeling like he’d never known, exploded in Andy’s mind, and he shouted as he shot come as far as his shoulders, his head thrashing side to side. The moment Andy’s hole tightened from ejaculation, Wayne bellowed, and his head snapped back as he came in Andy’s ass, his penetration the deepest yet.

  Andy whimpered as he attempted to recover his breath and his sanity. Wayne panted above him, his dick still lodged all the way inside Andy’s hole and still hard as iron. “Please,” Andy said, “pull out. It’s too much right now.”

  Wayne shook his head. “I’m never pulling out,” he said although his dick
began to slide back. “Why risk the chance I might not have this ass again? If I never pull out, that can’t ever happen.”

  Andy gulped. “I promise you can have me as many times as you want.”

  Wayne chuckled softly, kissing Andy on the cheek and withdrawing in a slow, easy motion. Even as Andy sighed in relief, he knew his ass as well as his mind would need Wayne to take him again before long.

  Wayne rolled onto his back while holding on to Andy so Andy ended up with his head nestled on Wayne’s massive shoulder. Wayne’s chest still rose and fell from the exertion.

  “Duckling,” Wayne said, “I’m serious. I don’t want to risk losing you, and it’s not just my lust for your body. You’ve sent me so many e-mails over the past four years telling me that everything was fine except you wished you could see me. And everything was not fine. But you are such a sweet soul, you did not want me to worry.”

  Andy closed his eyes in happiness as Wayne kissed his forehead.

  “And with the way your father treats you and forces you to do his bidding so you won’t be cut off, well…”

  “Yes?” Andy asked, his voice soft and hoarse.

  “I’ve wanted to have you back here since the day you left. He can have my chocolate at the price he desires, but he cannot have you back. If he wants this deal, you are to remain in Tobago, safe with me, unless…that is not what you want.”

  Andy narrowed his eyes, surprised and uncertain about what Wayne proposed. Had his mind wandered off as usual? Had he imagined what he thought Wayne had just said? No, he really said it. He would be…swapped for the chocolate? Wayne wanted him to live there? With him? Forever? Andy shook off his confusion. His face lit up in a bright, excited smile. “I didn’t know you felt as strongly as…as…” Andy took a deep breath to clear his stuttering. “You have no idea how much I missed you and wanted to be with you.”

  Wayne’s eyes twinkled as he trailed a finger down Andy’s throat. “Oh, I think I know. When someone who hates writing letters sends me a nice, long e-mail every three days, I can’t help but know.”

  Andy hugged Wayne as tight as possible. “You’re beyond irresistible,” Andy said. “And with the magic mix of damiana and chocolate…I’m…I don’t know. I’m helpless and I couldn’t be happier. I’m yours. Not just my ass. I mean everything. Me.”

  Wayne grazed his hand across Andy’s stomach, rubbing back and forth. “Duckling?”

  “Yes?”

  “There’s no damiana in the chocolate.”

  “There’s not?”

  “It’s fig. I was teasing, perhaps giving myself a psychological advantage.” Wayne’s lip curled into a lascivious smirk. “I had to make sure my plan to satisfy you more than anyone has before succeeded, you see. You do know I wouldn’t drug you, don’t you?”

  Andy looked puzzled. “There’s no aphrodisiac in it? But…but I’ve had so much sex. No one’s ever driven me so wild.”

  Wayne tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, and smiled. “Oh, perhaps there is a bit of magic in the chocolate I make,” he said, and he reached for the remainder of the bar. “But perhaps I shouldn’t tell you and keep you guessing if you decide to stay. So you don’t know why, when I’m inside you, it’s so much better than anything before.” He kissed Andy on the lips. “But I think the magic is all you. All you and all me.”

  Tanner’s Tuck-In Service

  I’d only been asleep for an hour, possibly less, when the phone woke me. I wasn’t alert enough to understand what whomever it was wanted.

  “Who is this? What? You need my truck? But I don’t have a truck.”

  “Tanner, wake up! It’s Hank! I said ‘I need to fuck’!”

  That made me open my eyes, despite my exhaustion. “Hank? Hank the mechanic?”

  “Do you know any other Hanks?”

  I didn’t say anything, but my hand slid down to my crotch as my dick began to wake up.

  “I heard you’re the one to call for late-night ass,” he added.

  Phrases like “I can’t” or “Not right now” wouldn’t form. Instead, my erection lengthened. Hank was one of only two auto mechanics in town, and my ancient Plymouth had me in his shop most every month. Each time I was in his oil-stained garage, I fantasized about being his assistant. I’d lie down on the creeper and roll under a car. Then, without asking me at all, he’d rip off my pants with his powerful hands, throw my legs in the air, and fuck my ass hard while the top half of my body was trapped under the vehicle. Yeah. Unable to stop him. And then maybe Minister Huggins would walk in—

  Tanner, you’re ridiculous. Didn’t you say you wanted a boyfriend?

  “Yeah, I know, I know,” I said aloud. I felt hounded by the fact so many gay celebrities seemed to have loving partners and happy adopted kids. I loved being everyone’s piece of ass, but the “shaming voice” was around enough to know I wished I didn’t love it.

  “What’s that?” Hank asked. “Is someone there?”

  “No, sorry, I’m just arguing with the…uh…cat.” Fortunato looked up at me. He didn’t know his name, but he knew the word “cat.” He blinked. I got many middle of the night phone calls, but he was rarely mentioned. What if Hank would make a good boyfriend? I silently pointed out to Fortunato. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

  There was another issue. I’d already dealt with two cases of insomnia that evening, which meant two showers, two changes of underwear, and being twice as sore from being fucked than normal. If I wasn’t going to sleep, I needed to do laundry. How to handle this?

  “Hank, I’ve been hoping you wanted me for so long, but I have work in the morning.” I didn’t have to work early, but for my own health, I made sure everyone thought I did. “How about tomorrow?” Wait a minute. Another guy had left a message that he wanted me to come over tomorrow night at ten. Damn. Well, maybe before bed I could also let Hank screw me.

  “I need to fuck now, and I know your special talent. If I don’t orgasm, I won’t fall asleep,” Hank said. “And I have a nice dick.”

  I’d checked out Hank’s package before. Even through his dark blue overalls I could tell he was big indeed. Furthermore, Hank was a muscle-bound ebony giant. Perhaps six-four and two hundred and fifty pounds. I’d always wanted to have a black man inside me, and in Sinclair, Nebraska, population 7800, there weren’t many opportunities.

  “I thought you were the town bottom,” Hank said. “You want to earn your reputation, don’t you?”

  Ohhh, being called “the town bottom.” My only weakness. Why did I love that?

  “Hey, now,” I said. “I may be friendly and accommodating, but calling me that makes me feel, I dunno, embarrassed.” To appease the shaming voice, I had to make a show of protesting.

  “But you admit that more than a few men in this town get a good night’s rest thanks to you and your hot ass?”

  Now I was embarrassed for real, but I also felt my left hand stroking my dick without getting permission from my brain.

  “Well, I’m not rested,” Hank continued. “I could be one of your men. The only one who can fix your car for free.”

  Even though my wallet would appreciate that, I wouldn’t take him up on it. He’d get me for free because my lower body had taken over, telling me I had to have my legs in the air for Hank that minute. Before my brain could regain anything close to control, I heard myself say, “All right. You win.” I climbed out of bed and looked for my keys. “My ass is yours for the fucking.”

  “Drive over naked,” Hank said.

  I paused before stepping into underwear. “Like hell, Hank.”

  “Tanner, I know a couple hung dudes in Omaha who’d love to ride you. You want me to tell them you’re a bottom who submits to a top’s every need and whim, don’t you?”

  That startled me. I promise I didn’t mean to fumble my underwear and drop them, but now that I’d been ordered to be nude, it figured my hands wouldn’t agree to pick them up. “So, would these guys stay at your house?” I asked. “And you’ll onl
y tell them that if I come over in my birthday suit now?”

  “That’s right, boy.”

  I ignored the voice when it observed, Gee, Hank doesn’t sound like he thinks of you as a boyfriend. I didn’t care. How could I get a boyfriend anyway? No one in Sinclair except me was brave enough to be out. Still, why was I so horny to serve all the damn time? I couldn’t believe this. I was going to drive over naked. I guessed all I needed were my keys and phone. Fortunato gave me a puzzled look when he saw me open my door nude.

  “I know,” I told the cat. “I have no sense. You don’t have to remind me.”

  I crept outside into the chilly fall air, sure that my neighbors would choose tonight to stay up late peering out their windows. As far as I knew, nobody saw me.

  Halfway to Hank’s place, I remembered I had a taillight out. Shit. This was the type of town where they stopped you for every tiny thing. In such a sleepy hamlet, the officer on night shift often dozed off in his patrol car. Though considering how insomnia seemed to be going around, I wouldn’t have bet the house on it.

  Not ten minutes later, there were the flashing lights. Damn it. I wished I hadn’t agreed to this. I pulled over, no good excuse coming to me for driving in the buff. I couldn’t see which deputy it was. Please be Bill. Please be Bill.

  Thank God, it was Bill.

  “Well, young Mr. Tanner, what are you doing out at this ungodly hour? I guess you know the fine for the taillight is a mandatory forty-five—what…are you nude?”

  “Uh, no, sir.”

  Bill laughed. “Step out of the car, young man.”

  Shit. I did what he asked, and he whistled when he saw me in all my glory.

  “We have a public indecency violation on Birch Road,” Bill said, pretending to talk into his two-way radio. “Perpetrator is male, Caucasian, twenty-three years of age, muscular, approximately five-seven, one hundred forty-five pounds, and wielding a five-inch dick. He is clearly unarmed.”

  “Shut up. I’m bigger than five inches.”