The hot sun bounces off the rocks and dirt of the desert, baking us while we trek away from our broken down car. We search for shade. A white t-shirt flaps pathetically from the passenger side window. The owner of that shirt wears nothing over this muscled chest but glistening sweat. Heat shimmers in the air above the road as you take a last look back. We need to find somewhere to lie low, while we wait out the worst of the day, before making the trek on foot to an area with cell service.
We find a tilted slab of stone, propped on a boulder out among the cacti and mesquite. It’s large enough for the 3 of us to sit in the shade. The cool gray dust has a particular smell, away from the sun, different from the hot rocks and sand.
He flops back in the lee of the stone, one arm going over his eyes as I pull our only water bottle from my bag. I take a sip and hand it to you. “I know you’d probably prefer to lick the sweat off Jeff’s abs, but this’ll be far more hydrating.” He snorts and I watch your expression as you take your own sip. It makes me laugh and I take the water bottle back to hand to Jeff on my other side. He takes his own sip, careful to claim a stray drop that nearly escapes his mouth. His tongue is very pink at the corner of his full lips.
I yawn and wrap my arms around my knees. “I’m bored. Let’s see you suck Jeff’s cock.” There’s a silent beat. “Oh please! Don’t look so surprised. I’ve seen the way you look at him. If your body had more moisture, you’d be drooling. If you give him a b.j., I’ll let you have an extra swig to help keep that mouth nice and wet.” I tip the bottle toward you a couple times. That seems to do the trick. I watch as you take a healthy glug from the bottle and do whatever mental gymnastics you have to in order to suck his dick.
Jeff sits up and you go over to him, picking your way over the smaller rocks to his sandy spot. He leans back on his arms, one leg bent up and one crooked into a triangle down on the ground. I rest my chin on my knees. “Well, get down there. Open his fly.” You comply and see the bulge in his navy boxer briefs. “That’s it. Kiss it through the fabric. Knead it. Run your palm over it. Get a feel for the whole shape of it. Now yank those jeans down and peel those briefs off.” His circumcised cock is warm and responsive in your hand.
“Sniff it. Bury your nose below the shaft and right into those balls.” His rod and tackle are nice and hot, with a warm, yeasty smell. “Hold it in place. Lick over the underside. Small laps. All up and down the shaft. Now lick your lips and use your tongue to help suck it into your mouth.” When you do, lips carefully held over your teeth, you feel him start to get thicker and stiffer. The skin of his shaft is silky smooth and the head feels velvety on your tongue. He groans. You reach down and squeeze your own dick. It’s not as big as his.
“Run it sideways through your mouth. That’s it. Back and forth. Back and forth. Spit on it! What do you think that extra water was for? Get it wet. That’s it.” You watch it drip down the shaft and onto his balls. “Wrap your hand around his cock. Stroke it. Smooth all that wetness over the shaft and head. Now hold it while you lick those nuts.” You taste every wrinkle on his sack and feel those tender balls, hidden inside.
“Now go to town on that cock!” You slide your mouth up and down the shaft, feeling it push deeper as he raises his hips, pumping into your face. The sounds in your mouth change as you take that cock deeper, as it penetrates your throat…gluck…gluck…gluck. “Yes, push that face down” as his hands shove down on the back of your neck. You work to keep your teeth covered and taste a hint of iron and salt. You pull your mouth off that dick and slap it against your cheek, lick up and down the sides, around the head, and up the underside. Then it’s back in your mouth. You suck it down, then go back to letting it slide freely as he thrusts a little faster.
He groans and you can feel his thighs tighten up. His grip on your head stiffens. You wrap your hand around his cock and stroke, feeling that wet skin smooth up and down over his hard pole. Feel that slippery precum bead up and out of the hole in the tip. You lap it up, feeling the texture on your tongue. He grits his teeth, hissing, then blows, breathing out of his mouth. “Yeah, that’s it. Unh!” He bites his lip and thrusts faster in and out. Both of his hands are firmly on your head. Finally he grunts and shoves his hips twice more while you stroke his cock faster, never letting it leave your mouth. You want to catch every drop. He jets salty cum all over your tongue and you rush to swallow it all, feeling it slide down your throat to your belly.
“Lick him clean and put that cock back in his pants.” You carefully lick every bit and tuck him gently into his shorts. You zip and button his jeans.
“Your dick is rock hard now, isn’t it?” I laugh at you. “Isn’t that just too bad…I’m not going to let you do a damn thing about it.” You groan and flop on your back in the dirt, cock throbbing and needy. “It’s going to be a very long afternoon for you.” My laughter bounces off the rocks around us and Jeff grins.
