“Don’t you know?”Sully murmured, hot breath spilling across the naked flesh beneath his right arm.“Don’t you know by now?”
He didn’t wait for an answer, pressing thick lips against Dean’s supple, smooth flesh.The taste, the temperature, the texture, each sent a different ripple of desire through Sully’s already quivering body.And poor Dean?The truck bed fairly shook with the lightning jolt of desire that sent him rocking back against the pillows beneath him.“Fuck, baby,” he croaked, fingertips digging into the top of Sully’s poor, battered cowboy hat.“That’s so fucking hot.”
“You’re telling me?”Sully croaked, lapping feverishly at the exposed skin, until he’d coated Dean’s underarm with a glistening layer of hot, wet desire.“Fucking tastier than the finest champagne.”
Dean twittered nervously.“I did like you told me last night,” he insisted, settling in to be feasted upon as he sank even deeper into the pillows beneath him.“Didn’t shower, I mean.”
“I can tell,” Sully muttered, savoring the musky tang of Dean’s sweaty, shaven pits.“Fucking.Perfect.”
“Not gross?”
Sully muttered, hot breath spilling across the wet armpit beneath his fevered attention.“Sexy as fuck,” Sully insisted, turning his attention to the left arm but not without smothering Dean’s gently parted lips with his own, kissing him even deeper into the truck bed beneath him.“Does that taste gross to you?”
Dean shook his head.“Actually, it’s ...pretty hot?”
“Sure it is, boy,” Sully barked, inching closer to the left pit.“Haven’t you ever wanted to hook up with some sexy stud after track practice?Or football or baseball?Lick the dripping sweat off every inch of his hot, sticky body?”
“Get out of my head,” Dean all but whimpered as Sully feasted shamelessly on the pale buffet of smooth, pale flesh beneath his other arm.
Sully ignored him, lapping and sucking as Dean’s body heat intensified with every suckling moment.When at last his left armpit shone as glossy and slick as the right, Sully slid his lips further to the middle, fastening them on Dean’s left nipple, as taut and stiff and peeked as a pencil eraser atop a dollop of fresh whipped cream.
The spring air, not to mention the long day spent traipsing around the deserted ghost town, had graced Dean’s willing flesh with a fresh layer of sweat, stinging Sully’s tongue as he went to town on the fiery, stiff nipple between his suckling lips.
Dean’s whimpers were no longer constrained by good manners or fear of discovery.He was mewling, panting, gasping, no longer clinging tight to Sully’s cowboy hat but, instead, arms sprawled out on either side of him, clasping at the sides of the truck bed as Sully made short work of whatever resistance he might have been playing at earlier in the evening.
Sully admired his handiwork, dragging a naked forearm across his lips as he knelt above Dean, glistening from head to toe as his long, skinny cock literally begged for release.Not just from the poor front panel of his tighty-whities but so.Much.more...
“Mmm,” Sully teased, dragging his big hand over Dean’s soft, plushy belly.It gave beneath his touch, wriggling and rippling from the effort.“Somebody’s about ready to blow.”
“Can you blame me?”Dean practically whimpered as, inevitably, Sully’s fingers crept past his lover’s soft pooch to the smoothly shaven pubic mound just beneath.
“I could probably stare at it and make you come,” Sully teased, ignoring his lover’s helpless cries.
“Fuck, after last night, I thought it might take me longer but you ...you’re so fucking good, Sully.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, cowboy,” he teased, inching lower as the truck bed creaked beneath their collective weight.
Dean nodded, cowboy hat askew, sweat dripping down his face, eyes heavy with desire.“I only want to get one place,” he grunted as the waistband gently lowered.
“Yeah?”Sully paused, enjoying the delicious anticipation that had them both panting, leaking, and rock hard.“Where’s that?”
“In your mouth, duh!”
They chuckled, wriggling and writhing until Sully had Dean’s briefs right where he wanted them—covering his lover’s bony little knees and trapping him in place.
“Hey!”Dean protested, Sully silencing him with a soft, generous kiss atop his smoothly shaven sac.
“Shush, baby,” Sully muttered between suckling each soft, pink ball.“You have your fantasies and, well...I have mine.”
“This?Is your?Fantasy?”
“Sure,” Sully growled, a hand on each thigh as he pinned his sexy young lover in place.“Some sweet, hot sexy guy, sweaty as sin, covered in last night’s spunk, tube socks pulled high, underwear tugged halfway down, cock hard and wet in the back of my truck?It’s everything I never had growing up, and all I want now.”
Dean gasped as Sully nibbled on the tender, yielding flesh of one ball, playfully, but firmly.His lover’s body seized, glistening and aglow in the evocative sunset that lit up the horizon like nature’s very own campfire.“Now,” he grunted, aiming higher as his tongue lapped at the fissure where Dean’s thick, glistening sac met the base of his cock.“Lie still and let me suck this pretty dick of yours.”
Dean grunted, but he wasn’t alone.Sully lifted himself up and, with little preamble, slid his lips around the tip of Dean’s cock.They both gasped, if for different reasons.Sully tasted the firm, yielding flesh, wet and supple and tangy from last night’s hand job in the kitchen.
The drizzling precum that dotted Sully’s tongue merged with the creamy slickness of his lover’s shaft, a tidal wave of lube that gently helped him suck longer, harder and lower, until patience and persistence helped him guide the brunt of Dean’s endless cock inside Sully’s desperate mouth.
