Hot Suck

By ANDREW FULKERSON

Published on Oct 3, 2005

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This story contains graphic sexual dialoge regarding a sex act between two consenting adults. IF such material offends you. Leave now. The author of this story IS NOT responsible, and expressly disclaims ALL liabillity for the distrubution of this material. This story is for personal use only and may not be sold or mass-distrib. without the Author's permission. ================================================================ (c) 2005 Andrew S. Fulkerson. All Rights Reserved.

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"HOT SUCK"

By Andrew S. Fulkerson.

IT'S one of those little Nevada towns way out in the alkalai flats, a scattering of low slung buildings and junked cars and sand-blasted signs baking in the sun along a ribbon of a two-lane road. Time stands still in a place like this because it's too hot to move. I pulled into a gas station under an overhang that provided the only shade big enough to fit me. I got out and looked around. The landscape was an endless sauna. The air was shimmering like a mirror in an earthquake, and hard to breathe. THen I saw the station was closed. The bleached-out stucco building behind the pumps had been closed for a long time.

I walked over and peeked into the interior through the dust- glazed glass , hoping maybe they'd left behind a couple of cans of oil I could use. No such luck. I was at least 100 miles from Carson City, probably 50 miles from Tonopah and about ten miles ahead of a roadside sign along the lonely strech of highway that read: "In October of 1959, the producers of "The Twilight Zone" TV show filmed a program called I Shot an Arrow in the Air near this site." I knew the episode: Three astronauts got lost in space and landed on what they thought was an astroid, untill one of them climbed a hill and saw telephone poles. When Hollywood needed someplace that looked like a barren piece of rock flying thought the empty universe, this was the part of the country they came to. And there I stood in the hottest, most godforsaken corner of the Twilight Zone next to a Mustang that wouldn't go another ten miles without burning up.

Swimming in a slow motion through the thick air, I checked out a couple of nearby buildings, but even before I knocked on the doors I knew nobody was going to answer. THe place was a ghost town. Whatever had brought people there in the first place had dried up. But then I saw the aluminum trailer sitting back from the road, almost blocked by the cactus and mesquite. As I aproached the trailer, I saw that a white rock garden had been laid out around it, punctuated with several kinds of colorful cacti.

The door opened before I got to it, and the sight took away what little breath i had left. He was tall, about 5'10", with short red hair and green eyes. He was georgous. It would take another few seconds before I could soak in the rest of him: tan Tan, freckled skin under a white cotton shirt tied at his midriff and long legs tapering to tiny bare feet beneath cut-off jeans.

"Hello..." he greeted me, as sweetly as if I'd come to take him to the prom. "What brings you to Dawson?"

"I'm driving back from Las Vegas to San Francisco," I said. "I wanted to take one of the back roads to Carson City and see the desert, but my car started to overheat and my oil pressure dropped. You got any motor oil I can buy from you?" "No, but my brother's due back any second now, and if he don't have some, he'll drive you over to Gabbs to get some." "Thats neighborly of you," I said, trying to sound counrty. He steped back. "Well, hell, c'mon in outta that heat before you turn into a crisp."

The living room of the trailer was a little sparse, with nothing but a couch and a chair and a driftwood table and a few knick-nacks around, plus a lot of little green and red cacti growing in tiny pots wherever there was a flat surface. But ther place was cool, thanks to a big, breezy air-conditioner near the back, whooshing like crazy.

"I'm Randy." he said, studying me. "I'm Felix." I waited for his reaction. My name always gets a weird response from men, and as soon as I catch their expression, I usually add, "My folks were old fassioned." But Randy accepted my name as the most common thing in the world.

"Hi, Felix. You know, it's really good to see you." He seemed even more friendly now as he sized me up. "Can I get you anything a drink or anything?"

"I'd like something cold. Whats the anything?" I asked, half- jokingly.

He glanced over his shoulder on his way to the fridge. "The anything? Oh, a blowjob?"

The word stunned me for a second. Here I was, in the middle of nowhere, alone with one of the most georgous young men I'd ever seen upclose. And he was offering me a blowjob! Or did i mishear or misunderstand him?

"I hope ya like beer." He gave me a frosty can of Coors and I popped the tab, without either of us breaking eye contact.

"I hope you said blowjob." Randy laughed, glancing down at my cortch. "I havent sucked a cock all week," he said.

My courage rose, and my dick tried to rise with it, straining against my underwear and trousers. "I'd hate for you to have to wait another day," I told him through the thickness of my throat. I gulped down some of the cold beer to clear it out.

"Then I dont't think I will, if your up for it." His luminous green eyes challenged me. He was even more georgous than I'd first thought. His thick, glossy red hair shined like copper against his freckled, perfectly sculptured face. His lips were full and sensuious. They were warm looking lips that I wanted desperately to see and feel wraped around my dick.

But first I wanted to kiss them. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to me, and as he came compliantly his chin rose up and his eyes closed. His lips were as hot as biscuits from the oven. I mashed my mouth against him, slithering my tongue between. His entire body, inside and out, was hot to the touch. I couldn't belive the heat comming off this guy.

Randy pushed me backward. WHen the back of my legs hit the couch, I tumbled into a sprawl with him on top of me. I managed to keep the can of beer upright without spilling any. WIthout breaking our kiss, he reached down to feel my buldging dick and unzipped me. His scent was tantalizing and a little gamey, like desert flowers. He stared into my eyes as I felt his hand down below fumbling my dick out of my pants. "Do you ever cum in a guy's mouth?" he asked.

"I try not to. I don't usually." I took another sip of Coors to keep my throat from getting drier. "It's alright with me, Felix. If you wanna cum in my mouth, go ahead. I want to taste you."

He scooted down my body and dropped to the floor on his knees between my legs, gripping my dick in his right hand. I couldnt belive it. What's wrong with this picture? This georgous green-eyed redhead in the same closeup shot with my dick. Not just in the same picture, but connecting with it physically and emotionally and spiritually. His entire focus was concentrated on it, as if I no longer existed. Randy licked the head a little with his burning tongue, and then without any fanfare he sank his head into my lap, swallowing every inch of my meat in one steady gulp until his nose taped my belly. All I could see was his red hair vovering up my crotch, but I could feel a soaking heat that made the rest of me tingle. Then he began to suck. He didn't have to. I would've cum in his mouth without any suction at all. But he sucked my dick. And if I had any plans to hold out, I had to forget them. In fact, I forgot everything. where I was, Who I was, who he was-- none of it made any difference. All i knew was that my dick had never felt like this before, and my whole body was as hot as his, and my nuts were kicking and churning and--bam! Some kind of inhuman noise came out of me as a shot my first load deep into Randy's throat, followed by another and another. And mabe even another. Who was counting at that point? I was on Mars. I was on the goddamn ceiling. And this handsome guy was sucking my off with wet smacking sounds and swallowing everything I gave him.

He rose up, letting my dick plop from his mouth, with a long wet string of saliva before it went completely soft and got sensitive to pain. His green eyes burned like emeralds in the sun as he licked his lips and went, "hmmm" I waited for him to maby take a papper towel and spit a little bit of cum into it, but no, he'd swallowed every drop. "You were really great," he purred. "I can tell you hadn't done anything for a while. I mean, you were fully loaded. I almost choked on what you had." He reached up to grab my coors. "Mind if I take a sip and wash you down?"

"Go right ahead." I just sprawled there on the couch with my flacid dick laying on me, not feeling any embarassment, and Randy just sat there between my legs with his curled up under him, leaning on my left leg. He swallowed some beer and tapped my poor soggy dick with his finger. "How ya doing, big fella?" "He's pretty done in, Randy. You did a real job on him" "I hope he's not done for the rest of the day." "I hope not too," I told him. "I'm sorry for being selfish. I didnt want to just cum in your mouth without, you know, pleasing you first. If you like, I'll eat your ass right now, but I'm afraid it'll be awhile befoer I'm up and at 'em again.

He shook his head. "I'm ok for now. Sex isn't a big thing for me, really. All I wanna do is suck your cock. If you wanna stay for awhile, maby a couple days, that'd be good." He smiled a brilliant rose-colored smile that set off his cute freckles. "I mean it, Felix. I like giving you head. I'll suck your cock as often as you want." I couldn't fuckin' believe it. This Stud lounging between my legs craving nothing but my dick in his mouth. Had I died and gone to heaven?

At that moment I heard the sound of a car outside. Randy jumped up. "Oh, Johnny's back," "Johnny?" "My twin, Johnny." I quickly stuffed my useless dick back into my pants, zipped up, and straightened myself on the couch as if nothing had happened. The door opened and in came another green-eyed redhead with a bag of groceries, but this one wore black, skin tight leather pants with snake-skin boots to boot. He was as georgous as his brother. He stopped dead in the doorway and looked at me.

"so your the one with the Mustang," Johnny said, sounding like Randy. "Yeah, my oil's too low for me to drive it till i put some more in. You got any?"

"Sorry, I don't." He went into the kitchen annex and dropped the bag onto the counter. A look passed between him and his brother. "You two having fun before I arrived?" he asked us.

"Just entertaining our guest," Randy chirped.

Another glance crossed between them before Johnny turned and hurried back to the rear of the trailer where the bedroom was. "Excuse me," said Randy, getting up and following him. I sat there finishing off my beer, wondering what I should do next. I wasn't in any hurry to leave. But as I heard arguing voices trying not to be heard, I figured the jig was up. Johnny did not want me around the trailer. Two's company, Three's a crowd. Pack your bags, dude, and keep going where you were going. It wasn't a pleasant thought. The idea of suddenly losing Randy didn't appeal to me one bit, and I knew my dick wasn't crazy about it either. Hell, I could forget the outside world, leave my job in San Francisco and stay right here with Randy, tending whatever he tended out here in the alkalai flats. Mabe the two of them cultivated cacti or something. There had to be a reason these studly twin boys, no older than 22 or 23, living in this bleak, lonely Nevada furnace. When Randy emerged from the back, he was smiling. "Want another beer?" "Sure, why not?" He broght one and sat next to me. "Johnny's a little pissed." "Three's a crowd, right?" "Not really. He agrees with me. Your cute. He's just not happy that i put the moves on you so fast." "How did he know that?" Randy laughed. "You were completely flushed and your hair has that oily sex look. Anybody would've walked in and said, "That guy got his rocks off!'" I laughed with him. "Is Johnny jealous?" "A little." "I'm sorry." "No, thats alright, I told him I'm willing to share with him." Whoa! Back up! I took a nice gulp of coors to catch my thoughts. "Whadaya mean?" "Well," Randy wagged hes head in embarassment. "How do I say this? He wants to share you with me. Sexually." "you mean a three-way?" "Hmmm-mmmm."

At that moment Johnny came back into the kitchen and smiled at me. "I cn drive you over to Gabbs tomorrow and get you that motor oil," she said. "Tomorrow morning?"

He got himself a beer and joined us sitting in the chair oposite the couch. He looked sexy in his leather, with his long, strong legs unwinding. This guy could have been modeling in Los Angeles, but here he was, with his equally handsome brother, stuck way out here in the desert with no one around. Except me. Lucky me. As drained as I was, I still felt a little twitch deep in my stomache.

"Gabbs is 30 miles away" he said. "THhe a/c's broke on the car, and I sure don't feel like driving back across these flats under that sun. We could wait till it cools down, but you won't find much open in Gabbs after dark." "I guess I could stay" I said. "But I insist on paying for my keep." I patted the couch. "It looks pretty comfortable." "Oh, you can sleep with us in the bedroom." Johnny nodded toward the back of the trailer. I felt myself blushing "Well if you insist." "That Way," Johnny said, "I can keep tabs on the two of you and make sure I don't miss any fun before Randy wears you out." "Oh, hes not completely worn out," Randy scolded, rubbing his smooth hand against my crotch. "I can already feel some movement in there." Johnny lit up. "Oh yeah?" He bounced out of the chair to the floor and reached out to feel me. Sure egnough, I was stirring again. "Yep, there's some life there," he said. To Randy he asked, "Did you suck him dry, you shameless whore?"

"Hey, fag, I was here and you wern't." "But you could've waited." "I thought, with all your tricks, that no matter how much I wore out Felix, you'd be able to get him going again."

I had to say it. Dumb as it sounded, I had to say it because I'd never been in this situation before. So I said it: "Guys, no fighting over me." They wern't amused. "I'm not worried about that." Johnny fixed his green eyes on me. "You're cute. You wanna stay for a few days, its all right with me." "What do you two do around here?" I asked.

"We grew up here in Dawson, right across the road," Randy said. "We worked at a truck stop outside of Gabbs, but right now we're just resting up till we decide what else to do." "But where is everybody around here?" "Oh, theres folks around. You just don't see 'em much during the heat of the day. But they're around."

We sat and talked a while, with Randy and me on the couch and Johnny on the floor leaning on my legs, and every once in a while one of them would brush his fingers across my dick and maybe give it a little squeeze. Hard as it seems, I was getting accustomed to having these studly twins manhandle me like that.

Finally, Johnny unzipped me. "Lets see what's going on in there." He reached in and fetched out my dick, which surprised me by coming to life. It was a long way from being hard, but at least it showed signs of fattening up. He licked it a few times like an ice cream cone. "hmmm...Tastes good." "You guys ever get fucked?" I wanted to know. "Fucking's got its problems." Johnny said. "Randy and me just love to give head. Sucking cocks is what we do." "You gonna share it, Johnny?" his brother asked. "Later, sure. But I've got some catching up to do. You didn't think to wait and share with me." And with that, Johnny leaned over and slurped my dick between his full lips and began to manipulate me with his tongue and teeth, but lightly, while his fingerse reached under my underwear and stroked my balls. He made little smacking noises with his mouth. When I looked at Randy, he was watching his brother with facination. Again I couldn't see what was happening because of the red hair covering my groin and stomach, but I sure felt the heat of his mouth engluf me inch by inch, untill he had all of me inside him. I reach- ed down and to bury my fingers in his hair. When i came, it was as intense as my earlier orgasam had been.

"Man," I said aferward, "I'm drained." I tried to zip up, but I was too tired, so I just lay there with my poor dick dangling out of my pants. "This heat takes everything out of you," Johnny said, washing down my jizz with my beer. "You gotta measure everything you do, even in here. Even with the airconditioner on."

We lolled around like that for I don't know how long. I dozed off a couple times while the guys watched Oprah and Phil and a few other shows on TV. It wasn't until the sun started going down and the sky turned pink and gold that Johnny suddenly jumped up and announced that he was going to fix dinner for us. I dozed off again, and didn't come awake until I smelled food.

We ate in front of the TV. It was some kind of rice pilaf which we washed down with more beer. "What is this stuff?" I asked. "Rice, some cactus fruit-- its a delicacy." "What the hell's cactus fruit?" Johnny look surprized. "Don't you know that cactus has fruit like any other plant?" "I know about peyote buttons." "well its like the same thing, only this won't get you high. It's supposed to be an aphrodisiac, though." He dropped his eyes to my crotch for a moment, then winked at me. "Oysters don't last long out here, so we gotta do something to keep you going." The texture and taste were completely new to me, but the sauce tasted like curry and the rice made it all at least slightly familiar, so I ate everything on my plate even though it wasn't especially appetizing.

The night sky outside grew darker and we watched TV. I still had a hard time getting up the gumption to move. At one point, when I had to piss, stumbling back to the bathroom was a major effort. The dry dessert heat, and the blowjobs, had taken everything out of me.

Every now and then the guys would stroke my dick. Every time I put it back in my pants, they insisted on taking it out again where they could look at it. Sometimes they'd kiss it or give it a little lick. Finally, Randy saw that it was coming back to life. "Hey, look." That brought Johnny over. Kneeling on either side of me, they double teamed me, taking turns sucking and licking my dick, I was bored, but at certain point the gonads take over and start thinking for themselves. Now my dick was standing straight up, and they were both licking and kissing it at the same time. They unbuckled my belt and Jerked down my pants and skivvies far egnough where they could also lick my balls. "You sure one of you doesn't want me to fuck you in the ass?" They both mumbled no. Randy sucked me for a while, then Johnny took over while Randy licked my balls some more. When I Started to cum, Randy felt my balls kicking and jerked his head up next to Johnny's to share my jizz. Johnny pulled me out of his mouth fast egnough to let my third or fourth spurt splatter between Randy's lips. Randy immediately swallowed me to gulp down what was left.

When they were done, they yawned and purred and gazed lovingly at me with droopy green eyse. "The perfect sedative," Randy said. "Let's go to bed." I didn't get much sleep. I'd be having a sexy dreem and suddenly wake up to find one or both of them sucking my dick. In the dark they made odd sounds I couldnt place. When morning came they were both fast asleep and I was so drained I could barely move.

My lethargy was like a weight sitting on me. Just getting up to go to the bathroom was like a hike through the desert. My thoughts were muddled. My arms hung at my side too heavy to lift. I could barely make it back into the little bedroom and drop into bed again. It was the fantasy of a lifetime-- sharing a bed with two gorgeous, sex- crazed red head boys who worshiped my dick. And yet I was already sick of it, and sick of them. I just wanted to get to my car and drive as far as it would take me before the engine overheated. But I could barely move.

I looked around the room. Like the rest of the trailer, it was barely furnished. But on the headstead, just above my head, was a photo in a gray cardboard holder. I worked up egnough strength to reach up and get it and bring it down to my face. It was a picture of Randy and Johnny standing in front of a house that I recognized as one of the buildings across the road. Except that the house looked brand new, and the house across the road looked delapidated the day before. It was then that I noticed that their manner of dress was old-fassioned. and their red hair, dark in the yellowing photo, was prim and propper. In the background, next to the house I could see part of an old 40's car. This was an old photo. The guys must've been Randy's and Jonny's father and uncle. Maybe twins ran in the family. The resemblance was uncanny. Randy stirred next to me and rose up his head and blinked his green eyes. In the morning light they blazed with a strange fire. "Didn't we look rediculous with those hairdos?" he said. "This is you?" He nodded. "But this looks old." "Yeah its 1944, to be exact." "But this is 1994!" His gaze answered any further questions I might have had. Johnny woke up, looked at the picture, then took it out of my hand and put it back on the headstead. He gripped my dick in his hand. It came alive without any help from me. I could barely move anything else. "I love the smell of cum in the morning," he said. "Me too," Randi laughed. "Your cooking did him wonders!" And they both began to feed again. |X|

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