“Are you?” Vern asked. He wanted to see Randy’s eyes when he said the words.
“Am I what?”
“Gay?”
“Are you?”
Vern gave him his best duh expression.
“Yeah, Vick. I’m gay. But I’m not hitting on you. I’m probably damn near ten years older than you.” Randy’s answer satisfied Vern. He doubted he would end up dead. Plus, the warm, tingly feeling running through his body returned, and Randy’s voice had softened, like Vern had always imagined an older brother would sound, if he’d ever had one. But he didn’t want to think of Randy as a brother.
“I doubt it. You’re like what? Twenty-three?”
“Twenty-six.”
“Only eight years older. I’m eighteen.”
“You sure you’re eighteen?”
“Want to see my driver’s license?” He hoped Randy would trust him since his ID said Vern, not Vick.
“No, I trust you.”
“Then let’s go.” Vern slung one of his backpacks over his shoulder. He held the other one in his hands, waiting for Randy to lead the way.
“Can I take that?”
Vern smiled and shook his head. “I got it.” He wouldn’t let anyone carry his stuff, but he liked Randy asking. Polite. A gentleman. Surely, that meant he wasn’t a mass murderer, picking up his victims from random truck stops. Because obviously no one knew or cared where Vern was.
As they walked out to Randy’s truck, Vern looked around the lot. Had he caught a glimpse of broad shoulders and blond hair? Did he see his angel-demon ducking behind a big rig? He shook his head. He had probably imagined the whole thing. No god-like man with supernatural abilities and wings—he’d had amazing white wings—would ever be interested in someone like Vern.
For that matter, why would someone like Randy be interested in him? Maybe he only wanted to get Vern to Miami, like he said, but Vern was pretty sure, or at least adequately convinced, Randy wanted sex too. But it didn’t explain why he suddenly had these men attracted to him. He liked it a lot more than being picked on for sure. So strange these men approached. He shouldn’t accept rides from strangers—stranger danger and all that—but the thrill made his tummy quiver.
Randy’s truck had a fancy logo and a pair of dice painted on the doors. Vern climbed up into the passenger side. The inside wasn’t as nice as the paint job let on, and Lance’s truck had been bigger and finer. The bed in the back wasn’t more than a cot and wouldn’t hold both of them. It had storage compartments and a mini-fridge on either side of the bunk, but it didn’t stack up to Lance’s.
“It’s probably a little over an hour to Cocoa,” Randy said as he got the rig going. They pulled out onto the road and headed southbound onto the highway. “I came from Charleston, and I’ve been on the road all day. I’m tired, and I don’t have to be in Cocoa until tomorrow. I’m ahead of schedule and planned on stopping.”
“Okay?”
“For the night. Somewhere. I don’t know. Around Titusville.”
Vern looked at him with wide eyes. He didn’t know any of those places. Maybe Randy was trying to make conversation or hit on him. His features moved around on his face as he considered whatever he wanted to say, but he never took his eyes off the road.
“I wasn’t planning on getting a hotel room, but I saw you looking at my bunk. It’s barely big enough for me.” He chuckled again. Vern kind of liked the sound. He could get used to it.
Randy was nice, and Vern didn’t want to put him out for anything more than hitching a ride. He couldn’t make him get a hotel, too. “You don’t have to do anything for me.”
“I want to. If you...”
“What?”
“If you’d like, Vick, I would like to get us a hotel room for the night. And dinner.”
Vern didn’t answer. Had Randy just asked him on a date? A date? Did Vern want that? Was he doing something different to suddenly be the object of gifts rather than the constant bullying he’d been used to? His stomach flipped over and heat flashed over his face.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m...uh, you know. Come on. Say, yes. Please.”
“Yes, please.” It may be wrong, but he had to take advantage of it. If Randy wanted to feed him, be nice to him? Vern would take it.
Randy shoved the truck into another gear and laughed hard. “You’re a regular smartass, ain’t ya?”
“Maybe.”
Vern pushed his way into the hotel room and held the door for Randy. He followed with a duffle bag in one hand and a pizza in the other. He’d offered Vern any dinner he wanted, but after spending weeks on his own with very little to eat, nothing sounded better than pizza—with everything.
They dropped their stuff and grabbed some sodas out of a vending machine, then sat on one of the beds with the pizza box between them. Vern hadn’t asked, but Randy had got a room with two beds. “This is pretty good. Thanks, Hero.”
Randy rolled his eyes and took a good-sized bite. Vern ignored him, savoring the hot cheesy goodness. After they finished off the pizza, Randy jumped in the shower, leaving Vern to sit in the room, listening to the water run. He turned on the TV, pushed his back against the headboard, and kicked off his worn sneakers. His feet hurt. His head hurt. But he was warm, comfortable, and full. For one night, he was safe.
Until Randy went crazy and slaughtered him in his sleep. He laughed and snuggled into the pillows.
He didn’t hear the water turn off. Didn’t hear the door open or Randy come back into the main room. It only took a soft pillow under his head to knock him out. His fatigue won.
He woke to darkness and cold. And a loud noise like what Vern imagined a big bear might sound like, roaring down a threat.
Sitting up, he let his eyes adjust to the room. Randy snored loudly from the other bed, his bare leg sticking out from under the blankets and almost glowing in the dark—stark white but firm.
Vern cocked an eyebrow, wondering what Randy wore under those sheets. His arousal stirred, but he bit his lip, unsure if he should act on it.
Instead, he went to the bathroom and took a piss. He washed his hands and used a wet cloth to wipe his face. He had no idea how long he’d slept, but he was awake now.
When he went back into the room, Randy sat up in the bed, the sheet pooled around his waist, his chest as bare as his leg had been. He had brown nipples like two little cinnamon candies poking up with a strip of hair between them leading all the way down his belly.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“’s okay.” Randy rubbed his face. He looked cuddly and adorable, making it easier for Vern to give up his apprehensions and crawl on the bed over his legs.
Randy turned the covers down, inviting him in, and Vern shifted under without hesitation. He lay his head against Randy’s chest and snuggled close when his arm went around Vern’s shoulders. He kissed the top of Vern’s head. “You smell like truck-stop soap.”
“Took a shower there.”
“Mmm...”
He rubbed his hand along Vern’s arm. Being wrapped up in Randy’s arms felt familiar and strangely new all at once. Vern pulled back, and Randy made a sound of protest, but he’d only done it to pull his t-shirt over his head. He tossed it to the floor before lying back down.
Pressed against each other, bare chest to bare chest, had Vern squirming around, relishing the sensation. The warm tingle returned again, but it slid low and changed to something hotter under his balls. He briefly wondered if he was normal, if other people experienced the same thing.
Then Randy’s bare legs wrapped around Vern’s, but Vern still wore his jeans. “This too?” Randy asked, tugging at a belt loop.
“Yeah.” Vern sat up again and shimmied out of his pants and underwear. His cock, already hard, wanted more friction, and Randy would give it to him.
He reached out for Randy, sliding his hands down his sides. He tucked his fingers into the waistband of Randy’s boxers. “You too.”
“Okay.”
He lifted his ass up and let Vern pull them down, and then he kicked them off his ankles.
Vern’s hands skimmed up Randy’s legs. He loved the coarse hair bristling against his palms. Coming face-to-face with Randy’s cut cock, he let his fingers linger on his balls.
“God, Vick.”
“Don’t know what to do, first.”
“Do whatever you want. Touch me. Lick it.”
Vern chuckled. Everything he’d ever wanted to do with a guy rushed through his brain. He’d had his share of jacking off to a million images running through his brain of doing this with someone, anyone. He flicked his tongue across the ridge of his spongy head, making Randy shiver. “You like?”
“I like anything you want to do.”
“I like that you’re not, you know...forcing me, or even asking me to...”
“I would never. If you don’t want to—”
“Oh, but I do.” Vern grabbed Randy’s cock, squeezing tight. He liked how it felt when he did it to himself. He thumbed over the slit at the top that leaked pre-cum. He licked at it again. He wanted to know what it felt like to have Randy’s cock inside him. He sucked it, the head brushing over the flat of his tongue. He sucked gently as he pulled out, amazed at the moans coming from Randy. This made for better practice than the fleeting moment on the highway had. “I’ve never done this before.”
“You lie.”
“Well...I’ve done this. Once. Maybe. But that’s all. So, nah, I don’t know what I’m doing. At all. But I like it.” He sucked Randy’s cock again. Twice more, back and forth, while holding the base tight. “What do you want, Randy? What do you really want?” Vern’s dick tickled in anticipation of his answer, and his upper thighs tingled. He waited for more, lingering at the moment like a breathy pause. What would he say?
“You. Whatever you want to give.”
“Don’t avoid the question. I want to know. I can still say no, right? If you want something I don’t. But what if I say yes?”
“I want to fuck you, Vick.” His word spilled out in a rush, almost like he couldn’t believe he’d said it.
“Have you ever? You know? Fucked a guy?”
“No.”
“Truth?” Vern asked, stroking Randy’s cock as if it would make him be honest like a twisted sexual lie detector.
“Truth. I’ve had someone, you know, fuck me. A few times. I’ve never been able to do the fuckin’.”
“Why not? You seem capable.” He flicked his tongue across Randy’s slit.
Randy groaned.
“Tell me, Hero.”
“Uh...opportunity. I guess. I’ve only been with guys who wanted to do the fuckin’.”
Vern sucked Randy’s cock into his mouth one more time, slowly—as slow as he could go. When he came back up, he had one more question. “Did you think you could get a chance when you saw me?”
“Uh...no.”
Vern let go of him and sat up on the bed, his ass resting on his crossed ankles, and his cock sticking straight out. “Are you lying?” he challenged.
“Okay. Maybe. Some. Mostly, I wanted to help you, Vick. You looked lost. I felt bad for you.”
“I believe you.” He stretched his body out over the top of Randy’s.
Tentative fingers brushed over his back and a little lower.
“You can touch me. I want you to.”
Randy groped his ass a bit harder, forcing a moan from Vern. He clenched his ass tight, imagining what it would feel like. “I’ve never done it, Hero. I’m a virgin. I want to, but I’m scared.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Yeah. I’m not joking. I...”
“What?”
“When I saw you, I thought you were nice. Maybe I could...you know...with you. Because you’re cute, and I like you.”
“Do I make your dick hard?” he whispered.
Vern ground his cock into Randy’s thigh. “What do you think?”
“I think I want to fuck you.” He flipped Vern over onto his back. “I’ll be very careful. You don’t have to. If it gets too much, you say stop, and I will. ‘Kay?”
Vern nodded.
“You don’t look sure.” Randy licked his lips. “Can I kiss you?”
Vern nodded.
Randy kissed him, slipping his tongue between Vern’s lips. Hot, wet, needy—Vern wanted more and opened wide, letting his tongue stroke against Randy’s. When Randy pulled back, he looked at Vern as if trying to gauge his reactions.
“Hey, there, Hero. I know I’m a virgin, but I’m a man. I want things. I’m—I can—I mean. I can be as dirty as any other man.”
Randy’s mouth quirked up. “What do you mean, Vick? What are you sayin’?”
“I want things. Lots of things.” He spread his legs, pulling his knees back, showing Randy exactly what he wanted.
Randy grunted as if he understood. He pushed the backs of Vern’s thighs and looked down at him. At that angle, he would have been able to see not only Vern’s cock and balls but his taint, his hole—all of it. Randy not only could see it, but he looked at it intently. It sent an odd thrill through him.
He rubbed Vern’s thighs and under his ass, then lifted. He licked at Vern’s balls and lower. When he stuck his tongue in Vern’s hole, Vern jerked up.
“Okay?”
“Hell, yeah. Do it again.”
His hot tongue flicked in and out of Vern’s hole. He’d never even imagined anything could feel so good. Soft and flickering and wet and overwhelming. He squirmed, desperate to feel more of the velvety thrusts.
“Mmm...you do like it, don’t you?” he muttered against the skin of Vern’s thigh.
“More. Please. God.”
“Yeah. I’ve got more for you, babe.” He flicked his tongue in and out, fucking Vern’s hole with his magical tongue.
Vern never wanted it to end. At the same time, he wanted to come. A surprisingly high-pitched sound came from him. “I’m gonna...”
“No. No.” Randy grabbed the base of his dick, squeezing tight. “Not yet. It gets better, but you gotta wait, babe.”
Vern panted hard until he settled back down.
“Good boy.”
Vern looked up at Randy. Those words echoing in his ears promised validation, like an offering. He’d never heard those words. Not that he could remember, and not directed at him. Randy was his dark knight, there to rescue Vern from the evils of the road. He could have the fantasy for a moment with him in this cheap hotel room, hidden away from the rest of the world.
He relaxed, spreading his legs out again. “Take me, Hero.”
“Not so fast.” Randy chuckled a little and got off the bed.
“What? Wait. What’d I do?”
“Nothing, babe. You’re good. I don’t want to hurt you.” He rifled through his duffle bag and pulled out a triangular, purple tube.
“What’s this?”
“You are a virgin, ain’t ya?”
Vern huffed. “Don’t mock me.”
“I’m not. Here. Look.” He flipped on the bedside lamp, giving Vern a better look. “Can we leave the light on?”
“Sure.” He took the tube from Randy and examined it. Personal lubricant—condom compatible. He was too stupid. “Yeah, I didn’t think...”
Randy tossed a couple of condoms on the bed beside him.
“Look, Vick. Whatever happens between us or later or with others. Never, never let a guy fuck you without these. A condom and lube. For your protection and your pleasure.” He glared at Vern with raised eyebrows.
“Gotcha.” He handed the tube back to Randy.
“Can we still leave the lights on? I, uh, want to see you, all of you.”
Vern smiled and nodded. Randy made him feel valued for more than exchanging a fuck for a ride. If Vern hadn’t instigated this, Randy never would have. He did have condoms and lube in his bag. Maybe he’d planned it, but he could simply be a freakin’ boy scout—always prepared.
Vern sighed. Didn’t matter. He wanted to get fuck
ed, and his flagging cock agreed by standing back up. He winked at Randy. “Let’s do it, Hero.”
“Turn over.”
Vern got on his hands and knees, and Randy grabbed his ankles, pulling his legs out to make some room. Vern slid down the bed a little.
“That’s good. There.” Randy flipped the lid on the purple tube and squeezed it out on fingers that quickly found Vern’s hole.
It felt different than his tongue but still good, very good. More pressure. A second finger. As Randy stretched him, the warm, tingly sensations from earlier returned. It took up residence in his chest and his head, adding to the pleasure of Randy’s fingers. The delightful feeling thrumming through him rapidly changed to not being enough. Vern humped forward, not finding any friction on his cock and still needing more in his hole. “Oh, God. Randy, please.”
Randy added another finger with a little grunt. “First time you’ve said my name, but won’t be the last.”
It took way too long for him to switch from fingers to a sheathed cock, but soon enough, he pushed into Vern. It burned, and he cried out.
Randy froze. “Oh, God. Are you okay? I’m sorry.”
“Don’t move.”
“I’m not. I’m not.”
A second later, without warning, Vern’s body gave up the fight, and the pain left, morphing into something entirely new. He slowly rolled his hips back, feeling the slide of Randy’s cock, his hole gripping him tightly. He pushed harder. “Now,” he moaned.
Randy’s hands gripped his hip hard and helped with the motion. Then they were fucking.
“Yes,” Vern moaned.
“Yeah,” Randy breathed out next to his ear, hovering close. He canted his hips and fucked in harder.
Something inside Vern exploded. It shook him. It vibrated. It made him come undone. “What is that?”
“Ah... hit your p-spot. Don’t move. Don’t want to lose it.”
Vern hummed, trying not to move, trying to get a grip on what was happening to him. Randy slowly slid an arm under Vern, grabbing his cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts. More of the wonderful feeling from deep in his groin flickered outward, building up like a shaken soda can.
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