by Ryan Field
Chapter Eleven
After the driver crossed the Delaware River into New Jersey and they were finally on northbound side of the New Jersey Turnpike heading back to New York, Morton felt as though he could breathe again. Singing on stage with Harrison had been one of the most exhilarating events of his life and he was still trying to process everything. He was also still wearing the black mini-dress and high heels and Harrison kept reaching over and sliding his hands up Morton’s legs. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off him.
“Knock it off,” Morton said, but with a playful tone. “The driver will see us.”
Harrison ran his hand all the way up the dress and took a long swig from a bottle of vodka that was already in the car. “He doesn’t care. I’m sure he’s seen it all.” Then he tapped the driver on the shoulder and said, “Isn’t that right, dude? You’ve seen it all.”
“Oh, yes I have,” the driver said. “There’s nothing you can do that would shock me. Feel free to do anything you want and just pretend I’m invisible. I don’t mind in the least.”
Morton saw the driver smile in the rearview mirror and he pulled the mini-dress down as far as he could. The guy was about Morton’s age… in his mid-20s… and had a short dark beard and serious dark eyes. From the way he was smiling at Morton, it appeared as though he wanted to see them fool around in the backseat.
Harrison tapped the guy’s shoulder again and said, “Thank you, kind sir. You are a kindred spirit.” Then he leaned over and put his hand all the way up the black mini-dress again.
Morton wasn’t a prude, and he’d been in interesting situations like this before with other men, so he didn’t exactly push Harrison away too hard. After Harrison kissed him, he said, “Are you sure this is okay? The driver might have said that just to be polite.”
“You heard the man,” Harrison said. “He’s fine with it. He wouldn’t lie about that.”
By that time the dress was all the way up to Morton’s waist and all he was wearing beneath it was a sheer black thong. The driver was hot looking, and he kept glancing back at Morton with a great big smile. It wasn’t a creepy look. It was more of a mischievous smile, as if he wanted to be just as naughty as Harrison. Morton wasn’t totally innocent in this either. He’d always been attracted to exhibitionism. However, he would not have continued if he’d seen any signs of discomfort on the driver’s face. He didn’t want to offend the driver. He would have pushed Harrison back into his seat and made him wait until they got back to New York.
When Morton reached over to grab Harrison’s crotch, the driver asked, “Do you guys mind if I pull over. There’s a rest area coming up and I can park in a dark place near the woods. I think it’s safer. I don’t want to be distracted while I’m driving. And I have a feeling I’m going to be very distracted, if you know what I mean.”
Harrison looked at Morton and shrugged. He smiled at the driver and said, “You know, man, I’m starting to like you more and more.”
Apparently, they were leaving it all up to Morton. He smiled and said, “I agree. It’s safer if you pull over.” He wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but he did know the driver would wind up distracted, and that made him nervous.
As the driver moved toward an off ramp that led to one of those large public rest areas on the Turnpike where people stop for fuel and food, Harrison and Morton got up and moved to the third row at the back of the SUV where there was one long seat. By the time the driver found a quiet parking space in the dark near the woods, Morton had removed the dress and the high heels and he was leaning over Harrison’s crotch sucking his balls. He didn’t want to waste time; this had to be quick, simple, and he wanted to be back on the road in less than a half hour, if possible.
As Harrison reached for the bottle of vodka again, Morton took it away from him and handed it to the driver. He told Harrison, “You don’t need that,” and then he told the driver, “Put this back in the cabinet. He’s finished drinking for the night.” The driver had climbed into the second row so he could see what they were doing.
Harrison didn’t seem to mind. His dick and balls were out of his pants, his legs were spread, he was leaning back against the seat, and all he seemed to care about was what Morton was about to do to him. The driver didn’t mind either. He took the vodka and shoved it back into the cabinet fast. His dick was already out of his pants and he was even harder than Harrison.
With that out of the way, Morton went down on the floor on his knees and crawled between Harrison’s legs. He grabbed Harrison’s erection with his right hand and started licking his balls again. While he did this, the driver surprised Morton when he reached forward with both hands and slid the thong down Morton’s legs. At first he thought the driver would just watch them and get off from a safe comfortable distance, but he seemed to want more than that.
Morton didn’t try to stop him. He let the driver pull his thong off completely, all the way down his legs and over his bare feet, and then he spread his legs and arched his back to see what would happen next. He knew it was safe. Morton was on PrEP and he saw the driver pull a condom and lube out of the cabinet where he’d put the vodka. He looked up to see what Harrison thought about all this, and he found Harrison staring at them both with a huge smile, watching every move the driver made.
Morton needed Harrison’s approval to continue. He nodded at Harrison and said, “Is this okay with you?”
Harrison nodded. “This is fucking hot.”
Then the driver and Harrison fist bumped over Morton’s back, and Morton went all the way down on Harrison. After that, things moved very quickly. It was one of those highly sexual encounters where too much foreplay would have ruined everything. The driver grabbed Morton’s hips and covered his dick with a condom. He spread lube on his dick, and then spread a generous amount between Morton’s legs. He entered Morton slowly, and went inside as deeply as he could go. He waited a minute or two for Morton to get used to his size and girth, sliding in and out of his hole with a slow, even pace. A minute or two after that, Morton started sucking Harrison’s dick faster, the driver fucked Morton harder, and they all wound up coming within the next 15 minutes.
Harrison came first. His dick was still in Morton’s mouth and Morton felt the head of his cock expand. He leaned forward and grabbed Morton’s head with both hands. His legs began to shudder, his fact turned red, and he came in Morton’s mouth with such intensity he shouted the word, “Fuck,” five or six times. While Morton was still sucking and swallowing Harrison, the driver rammed into Morton’s ass one last time and he filled the condom. That’s when Morton reached between his own legs, grabbed his own cock, and came. He had Harrison’s dick in his mouth, and the hot young driver’s dick in his ass, which meant he didn’t have to concentrate too long to climax.
Then the driver slid out and Morton glanced back to watch him remove the condom. The tip was filled with come and he was careful not to spill any inside the car. Before the guy tossed it into a small trash container near the cabinet where he’d put the vodka, he patted Morton on the ass a couple of times and said, “Thanks, man. That was nice.”
Morton sent him a smile. “Thank you.”
As the driver began to put his dick away and pull up his zipper, Morton turned back to Harrison and looked up at him. He’d just gotten fucked by another guy and he wanted to see Harrison’s reaction. Some men totally understood things like this and it never bothered them in the least, and then other men would cringe at just the thought of watching their lover get fucked by another guy. With Harrison it was always so hard to predict a reaction.
“You okay?” Morton asked.
Harrison smiled and laughed. “I’m fantastic. Are you okay? He fucked you so hard I thought this truck might turn over.”
Morton shrugged. “It wasn’t that hard.” The driver had grown a little rough near the end, but that only made it better for Morton.
“The hell it wasn’t,” Harrison said. “Holy shit, man. I haven’t seen anyone get f
ucked that hard since that time I went to a bathhouse in Amsterdam. He nailed you, baby. And it was hot. You fucking got dick hammered, baby. Fucking nailed.”
Morton knew he was exaggerating now on purpose, so he looked up and shook his head. “You’re an idiot. Shut up and kiss me.”
At least he now knew they both had the same sense of humor, and neither one of them minded having sex with other men once in a while. It was still too soon to set up rules or relationship guidelines because they hadn’t been a couple long enough to approach the subject, and he wasn’t totally sure they would even be a couple at that point. Deep down he felt that a relationship with Harrison was inevitable. And he suspected Harrison felt the same way. It was just too soon to start talking about the really serious things like open marriages and multiple sex partners. At that point Morton just wanted to get Harrison home sober.
The driver went back to the front seat and Harrison pulled up his zipper.
“I’m going to put on my jeans and a T-shirt,” Morton said. “They’re in my satchel. I’ll feel more comfortable.” He didn’t bring an extra pair of shoes so he’d have to wear the black stilettos with his jeans, but that didn’t bother him in the least. It was part of the gender neutral look he always liked so much. If it made a few people stop and stare at him on the street, that was their problem, not his.
“I have to pee,” Harrison said.
“Do you want me to drop you off at the front door of the rest area?” the driver asked.
Harrison waved his hand and said, “No, don’t bother, man. I’ll just get out here and piss in the woods.”
Morton had just put on his thong and he was getting ready to put on his jeans. He shook his head and said, “Can’t you be more delicate.” He wasn’t really offended; in fact he tended to like male locker room talk… if the circumstances were right and it didn’t hurt or put anyone down.
Harrison laughed. He seemed to enjoy being obnoxious. “What? I have to piss. I’ll just pull my dick out in the woods. What’s wrong with that? You wanna hold my dick for me while I pee?”
“Just shut up and pee already. I have to get dressed.”
Harrison grabbed Morton by the waist and started kissing him again. They fell back into a second row seat, with Morton sitting on Harrison’s lap. Morton was facing him, with his legs spread, his back arched, and both hands on Harrison’s shoulders.
“Let me go,” Morton said, laughing. Harrison was holding his waist and he couldn’t move.
“Just one more kiss,” Harrison said, as he opened the back door to get out.
The back door opened wide and the overhead light went on just as Morton leaned forward to kiss him. Morton was still in the same position and the driver was staring at his phone. It all happened so fast Morton didn’t have a chance to do anything but blink, because the moment the door opened and the interior light went on, some guy wearing a dark hoodie jumped out of the woods, snapped a photo of them kissing in this position, and then took off in the other direction so fast the driver barely had time to put his phone down.
“What the fuck?” the driver said.
“Harrison, what just happened?” Morton asked.
Harrison just shrugged as if this was nothing new to him. “They took our picture, and we’re probably going to be trending all over social media within the hour. I’m used to it.”
“I’m so sorry, man,” the driver said.
“You didn’t do anything,” Harrison said. “It’s not your fault. I should have suspected it. It’s not the first time I’ve been followed by the press. There was the one time they caught me naked in a school bus and that went viral. I should have known better before I opened that door.”
“Are you telling me that the entire world is going to see a photo of me kissing you, while I’m sitting on your lap with my legs open wide wearing nothing but this thong?” Morton asked.
Harrison shrugged again. “I’m afraid so. But look at the bright side.”
“What bright side?” He climbed off Harrison’s lap and scrambled around his satchel for his jeans just in case anyone else was out there with a camera.
“You’re gonna be a star,” he said. “And this photo will probably make it all happen a lot faster. Fans love these naked selfies on social media. Everyone does it.”
“Or I’m going to be known as a slut,” Morton said. He’d never been one to take nude selfies, not even with hook up apps. He’d taken selfies with his shirt off, but never with his pants off. He’d always thought that was too narcissistic and self-indulgent. He didn’t want to be one of those people who did things like that. And now here he was, in the middle of the dark New Jersey night, getting caught with his pants down. Even he had to admit there was a certain amount of irony in that.
“The hell you are,” Harrison said. “They know you’re not a slut. You’re with me. You were kissing me and sitting on my lap. And they know we’re in love and that we’re together. You’re not a slut if you’re caught kissing the man you love. That wouldn’t make sense.”
He stopped and gaped at Harrison. “You keep saying you love me, but you never actually told me that.”
“Of course I love you, and I know that you love me. Now finish getting dressed while I go take a piss. I’m about ready to bust a nut I have to go so bad.”
As Harrison tuned to climb out of the backseat, Morton grabbed his T-shirt and said, “Well thanks for letting me know we’re in love. You’re a real romantic.”
“Don’t mention it, cutie,” Harrison said, as he pulled his zipper down so he could pee on a rock next to an elm tree.
Chapter Twelve
“Oh no,” Morton said. “This is awful.”
“What’s awful?” Harrison asked. His voice was a grumble and he didn’t even open his eyes. He’d followed Morton back to Morton’s apartment last night and they were both still in bed.
“What they’re saying about me on social media,” Morton said.
A photographer from one of the more well-known pop culture news websites had taken the photo of Morton sitting on Harrison’s lap last night. He’d posted it in several different places on social media within an hour of taking it, and this morning it seemed to be trending all over the world. There wasn’t much other news going on, which made it even worse. Every time Morton looked at the photo on his phone, he closed his eyes and shook his head. There he was, wearing nothing but a skimpy black thong, sitting on Harrison’s lap, facing him, with his palms on Harrison’s shoulders. The fact that Harrison was fully clothed didn’t make it any better. The way Morton’s back was arched and the way his legs were spread it looked as though he was either ready to get fucked, or in the middle of getting fucked. The good thing was that none of Morton’s private parts were exposed, and there was nothing pornographic about the photo. It was just a naughty almost naked image in his profile that could have been interpreted in several ways.
Harrison sat up and took the phone out of Morton’s hand. “Let me see that.”
While Harrison scrolled through several different things, Morton said, “I’ll never be able to show my face in public again. I’ll have to spend the rest of my life here in this apartment, hiding from everyone.”
Harrison laughed and set the phone down on the bed. “Don’t be ridiculous. They love you. I didn’t see one negative comment at all.”
Morton hadn’t read many of the comments. He couldn’t get beyond the almost nude photo. He picked up the phone and glanced at the comments. Harrison was right. They were saying good things about him, and about the performance he’d given in Philadelphia yesterday. One woman said, “Best part of the entire show was Harrison Parker’s cute boyfriend, Morton. They make a great couple on stage, and off.” Someone else said, “I hope we see more of Morton. Harrison’s a lucky dude.” There were some sarcastic comments about Morton’s nude photo, but nothing he found insulting. If anything, some were a little naughty. One guy said, “Morton in a thong on Harrison’s lap. Now that’s what I’m talking about.
Come sit on my lap.” Then another guy wrote, “If I had a naked boyfriend like Morton he’d be sitting on my lap, too.”
Morton set the phone down on the bed and turned toward Harrison. “I guess you’re right. I never would have expected this to happen, though.”
Harrison smiled. “Your life is never going to be the same again. They love you. You were a huge hit at the concert, and the naked selfie insured they’d remember you. I don’t do anything by accident.”
“Interesting. I guess social media is like the new Johnny Carson Show.”
“Why’s that?”
“I remember my two dads talking about being on the Johnny Carson show,” Morton said. “They always said that if you were lucky enough to get on Carson your entire life would change overnight. And now that happens with social media.”
“I never thought about it, but I guess you’re right.”
“I still feel so cheap and trashy,” Morton said. “I’ve always been discreet, especially when it comes to men and sex. Now I’m naked all over the world, and millions of people are staring at me.”
Harrison sat all the way up this time and put his arms around him. “That’s cuz you’re hot. We’re hot together. People love to see photos and read about people like us. I give them what they want. It’s like those openly gay Olympic athletes who are clinging to their 15 minutes of fame. They’re always posting provocative, sexualized selfies. And everyone loves it.”
Morton smiled and kissed his beard. “Well I can’t argue with that.”
“Of course you can’t,” Harrison said. He reached for his phone where he’d left it on the nightstand next to where he’d been sleeping, and the covers went down below their waistlines.
Morton figured he wanted to check his social media to see what people were saying about him. He didn’t expect Harrison to pick up the phone and take a selfie of them in bed together. “What are you doing now?”