Just Two Good ole Boys

by Grant

27 Sep 2017 9036 readers Score 8.7 (276 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Joey clocked out at the shop and headed for the employee parking lot in the rear.  Moving across the gravel and dirt lot heading toward his truck he unzipped the coveralls down to below his navel as he did everyday it had been so hot. What breeze there was didn’t provide much relief from the late afternoon heat but it was cooler than it had been in the unconditioned shop and any air that hit his exposed skin felt better than nothing. Digging out keys from a front pocket he approached his truck. It was an ’84 Chevy he had bought off an uncle back when he was fifteen. The truck was old, had three on the tree and drank gas relentlessly, but the V-8 started every time and had been relatively trouble free since he got it.

He started the truck as he slipped the top of the coveralls off his shoulders leaving them bunch around his waist. The movement of air through the cab would provide some relief as he drove back to his place. Pulling out on Fifth Street he headed over to Highway 31 which would take him eastward out of town. He lived at his mother’s place in a mobile home set up at the back of the lot. Positioned near the old barn this gave him some separation from his mother for she lived in the old house at the front of the property, a house that had been her grandparent’s place.

On the edge of town, he stopped at old truck stop to grab a case of beer and bread. He would make a sandwich for dinner and again tomorrow morning for his lunch at work, and the beer would last a few days if he refrained from over doing it. He drove just below the speed limit, left arm on the window sill and right holding the top of the steering wheel sawing it back and forth to keep the truck in its lane. Fifteen minutes later he turned onto Iron Rock Creek Road and headed south. The narrow slag road made for a loud tire roar, only drowned out by the loud exhaust system that was simply two straight pipes heading to the rear with glass packs on each one. The road rose and fell with the terrain, curving around old property boundaries and eventually dropping down the steep drop to the creek. The truck bounced roughly as it hit the old bridge and again as it came off on the other side.  Joey had let his speed drop too much forcing him to shift down into second and punched the accelerator. As he climbed up the incline back to the next plateau he gained speed, eventually shifting back into third as he leveled off. He had drove only a short distance when he saw the familiar white Dodge truck sitting on the side of the road with its hood up.

“That wore out old truck has quit again” Joey uttered under his breath as he pulled up behind the Dodge.  A head leaned over looking past the raised hood, then a hand holding a wrench appeared giving him a brief wave. Stepping out of his truck Joey eased along the side of the 75 Dodge, its paint like chalk it was so old and faded out. The truck sat high on its 4 X 4 chassis, large heavy treaded tires at each corner. At the front, he saw Randy standing on the bumper leaned over the engine. Wearing worn and faded jeans and a muscle shirt that his lean body couldn’t fill out. Joey found himself looking at his friend still feeling an admiration toward the lean lanky body that he knew had more stamina than he himself possessed. The jeans were blown out at each knee, holes along the side seam and at the rear pockets revealing the cheap white boxers beneath. Joey struggled with this feelings toward Randy, wondered what it would be like to cross the line, go further than mere friends. He knew the body within those clothes, had seen it many times growing up together, from skinny dipping in the creek, P.E. classes together through school and the times one would crash at the other’s place, coming out of the small bathroom naked, for it was too hot and humid to get dressed in it. Joey had felt something of an attraction toward Randy for many years, something he was terrified to act upon. Besides, Randy never gave any indication that he had any similar feelings. When they had skinny dipped in the creek, ultimately wrestling around in the swallow waters, grabbing at each other, the bear hugs and trying to pin the other down Joey had struggled with the way it felt, an arousal from the contact, at times having to call it quits and diving into the deeper water to hide the erection he was sporting. It left a knot in his stomach the way he had to suppress his feelings every time he was around him.

“So, what the fuck is wrong with this piece of shit now?” Joey asked as he leaned against the fender looking at Randy loosen a pulley for a belt that was missing. Unable to control himself he let his eyes move over the body in front of him, quickly, head to toe and back up till he found himself looking Randy in the eye.

Grease and grim smeared on one cheek Randy gave Joey a stern look. “Fuck off. It just threw a belt.”

“You got a replacement?”

“Oh, hell no” Randy replied leaning up, hands propped on the bracket holding the radiator in the front. “Hey, can you give me a ride back to town to get one?”

“Yeah, sure but can we go to my place first?”

Joey parked under the old oak tree at the front of his mobile home and the two of them climbed out heading to the front door. Joey had the case of beer under one arm holding the bread in its plastic bag in his hand and his keys in the other. Randy followed him, across the yard of sparse grass, up the rickety wood steps and into the dim interior. It felt odd having Randy come to his place. He had been in it for three months and this was the first time Randy had been here. Now that both had full time jobs their schedules seemed to keep them busy, restricting the time they could spend together. And Randy had been dating Cheryl who lived on the other side of town, but he knew something happened a couple of weeks ago that ended it. Rumor was Cheryl broke it off to date some senior in high school, some athlete that had a scholarship to college so maybe she was looking for an escape and Randy wasn’t it. But Joey knew there was something else, something Randy wasn’t telling.

“A bit rough around the edges but not bad” said Randy in earnest as he moved into the living room watching Joey go into the small kitchen that anchored one end of the mobile home.

“Thanks…I think. The big thing is it got me out of mom’s house. She was driving me crazy.”

“Still trying to fix you up with one of the girls at her beauty shop?”

“Unfortunately. Why don’t you call the parts store and make sure they have it? Never know, a piece of shit that old they may have to order it from China or some other far off place” said Joey mockingly as he put the bread on the counter and the beer in the refrigerator.

“Very funny” replied Randy as he pulled out his old cell phone, the screen cracked diagonally from corner to corner. “You know the number?”

“No, but call information” said Joey as he came back into the living room carrying two beers, tabs removed from both cans ready to drink. “Here, just what the doctor ordered.”

After ending the call Randy gave Joey a frustrated look shaking his head, “they have the belt but they close in five minutes and won’t stay around for me to get back.”

Joey glanced at the wall and saw it was five till six. ‘Did the store close at six?’ he wondered having thought it was open later. “What do you want to do?  I can take you in the morning on the way to work.”

“Fuck” Randy uttered as he looked out the window, as he appeared to be contemplating his options. “I guess I can leave the truck where it’s at till morning and get mom to come pick me up at the parts store. You don’t mind if I crash here tonight?”

“No” Joey replied, ‘why don’t you get cleaned up first and I’ll make us a sandwich.”

Turning up the beer Randy drank nearly half of it then headed toward the bedroom at the end of the short hall. He passed the spare bedroom, one with no bed, instead had stacked boxes in one corner and a small desk with an old computer. “You ever get this computer working?”

“No, not yet” Joey replied from the kitchen.

“What should I put on?” said Randy stopping at the bedroom door.

“There are some shorts in the middle drawer and in the second one some boxers. There some clean t-shirts in the laundry hamper on the floor.”

“Geez, your room is a mess” Randy yelled out as he went over to the dresser pulling open the middle drawer seeing the cargo shorts, gym shorts and some old cut off sweat pants. His hand hovered over the cargo shorts then over a pair of gym shorts, the white nylon fabric almost glowing among the other dark colors. He grabbed the shorts and moved into the small bathroom, chugging the last of the beer.

The cool water felt good against the heat of his body, washing away the sweat and grime. He shampooed his hair, working his fingers through the top where he kept it long and over the short sides. Finally, clean for the first time today he toweled off with Joey’s towel, slipped on the gym shorts without any underwear and headed back to the living room.

Two beers and two sandwiches were on the coffee table. Joey was in the side chair, an old recliner, leaned back switching channels on his television. As Randy came into the room, he sat up and leaned toward the coffee table picking up one sandwich. “Dinner is served” he said as he glanced up at Randy moving to the sofa. He saw how Randy only wore the white gym shorts and immediately realized he wore them without any underwear. He could see how Randy’s cock pushed at the thin fabric, its outline plain as day. He started to comment, make an issue out of Randy not wearing a pair of his boxers but stopped himself. Something told him to keep his mouth shut and pass Randy a beer.

Finished eating and the beers consumed Joey went for two more. He came back into the room and held out one for Randy. He looked at the prone figure on his sofa, slouched down, legs spread apart, one hand lazily scratching at his stomach, Randy seemed to fill the room to the point of feeling like he would suffocate. He looked at the lean body, in ways so much like his own, chest and stomach flat but Randy had smaller nipples and no body hair, even sparse under each arm, whereas he had thick underarm hair that its black color contrasted sharply with his fair skin, and there was a narrow trail from his navel down to the thick pubic hair just over his cock. His legs had a light dusting of black hair on each calf and his forearms had a light dusting, whereas Randy’s arms and legs looked bare, but he knew there were light blonde hairs on both. Randy had a darker skin tone, one made more so by him often going shirtless. The gym shorts rode higher than the jeans Randy wore and Joey knew down low on Randy’s waist you could see the change in skin tone where he went without a shirt. The differences in their bodies enticed him, made him more aware of Randy’s body with its smooth skin. He looked boyish, still a bit of his teenage body still evident.

“Thanks” said Randy as he reached up for the beer.

Joey eased back into the recliner, letting it fall back bringing up the footrest. Randy kept flipping through the channels trying to find something of interest, but with only an aerial antenna and too far from any major city their options were few. “Shit…there’s not a thing on worth watching” Randy uttered as he flipped back to some entertainment program.

“Mom loves this shit but it bores me to tears” said Joey as they watched another celebrity report.

Slowly drinking their beer and mindlessly watching the television Joey kept stealing glances over at Randy. The long legs, the way his stomach concaved inward when he stretched his arms over his head. The way the stretch revealed the whiter skin in each pit with its sparse hair. Joey looked at Randy’s neck, longer than average, Adam’s apple prominent and how it curved into the shape of his head, Joey following the line of Randy’s jaw down to his chin and up to the thin lips and slightly upturned nose.

“Hey…you got some porn” Randy whispered and Joey blinked, not sure he heard right, his mind having been focused on looking at Randy.

“What?”

“Porn…you got any?”

“I…uh…well…”

“Oh come on, don’t be such a prude. I know you have to have some since you’re not getting any” Randy interrupted, joking in tone.

“Fuck you. It’s not like you’re getting it at the moment, either.”

Randy fell back laughing and Joey leaned up trying to figure out how to retrieve the DVD’s of the straight porn and not letting him see that one at the bottom, the one he watches more than any other. The one with the guy that looks like Randy. He needed a moment, some distraction before retrieving any of those DVDs.

“Let me go get a shower first for I feel like shit and then I’ll get the one or two I have and see if you want to watch them.”

“One or two…” Randy mimicked as Joey walked out of the living room and down the hall to his bedroom.

Under the spray of shower Joey played out what was happening, Randy in his living room wanting to watch porn. The possibility of seeing him jack off. The possibility of something more, his fantasies now rampant with one scenario after the next. His cock began to get erect, the shaft thicken with arousal mixed with a fear that made it worse. He washed his hair twice, ran a wash cloth over his body three times as he tried to focus his mind.

Dried off he opened the second drawer and took out a pair of boxers, an old pair, worn nearly through in place, their blue color faded to several tones lighter. He knew they felt good against his skin but he thought of Randy in the living room in those gym shorts, just those gym shorts and he placed the boxers back in the drawer and slide the next one open. The cargo shorts, then the next pair of gym shorts and finally the cut off sweats and he lifted those to put on. He felt foolish knowing these were the shorts he wore when he was alone and planned on watching porn. The soft cotton always felt good against his growing erection making him grow even more erect as he watched the porn. The shorts slipped on, he slid open the next drawer and pulled out a tank top, one with thin straps cut away wider than most for the neck and arms. It felt so loose on his body, barely covering him it made him acutely aware of his body, the way he felt in his own skin, so alive, scared, hopeful, anxious, aroused, wanting. Stooping down he slid open the bottom drawer. It was sweaters and sweatshirts for winter neatly lying in two rows but underneath were five DVDs. He slipped his hand beneath the sweater and pulled out the five cases. As he fanned them out looking at the cover of each wondering which to let Randy watch he thought he heard something at the door. Jerking around he saw only the dimly lit hall. The only sound was the television playing in the living. Frozen in place he stared at the open door listening, waiting, afraid he had heard Randy at the door.

“Hurry up…I’m bored” Randy called out from the living room making him realize how long he had been gone. He held onto the top two DVDs as he slipped the other three back under the sweaters. Taking a deep breath, he headed to the living room. He thought he saw Randy look at him, really look at him the way he stole glances. But just as quickly Randy was holding out his hand as he switched the television to play the DVDs.

“What have you got?” Randy asked as he looked at the two covers. One had three women in seductive poses and the other showed a woman sitting on a haybale with two guys standing behind her. They were naked but positioned behind the woman concealing their cocks. “Here put this one in” said Randy as he held up the latter DVD.

DVD loading up, Joey stood up and looked back at Randy, “You want another beer?”

“Yeah, grab me one” Randy replied as he leaned back adjusting the shorts tugging on the legs as if they were already feeling confining.

Fifteen minutes into the video the woman laid back over bales of hay had a guy at her head and one between her legs. Joey tried to focus on the woman afraid he would somehow give himself away and let Randy know it the guys he always watched, the blonde and brown-haired guy with lean bodies who almost pulled off the look and mannerisms of two country boys. He watched their cocks as they were pumped into the woman. Thick long shafts moving wetly into view then disappearing inside her. Joey couldn’t shake the image of those guys being Randy and him then he imagined it was him on the haybale with his legs on Randy’s shoulders taking it. He tugged on his shorts and saw how his erection was pushing upward, obscenely tenting them. Glancing over he saw Randy in the same condition but Randy was laid back, legs spread open letting him see fully how the erection within those white shorts was pushing upward. Randy ran a hand down the shaft letting him see the full shape of it, the way it arched upward till the waistband pulled upward on the front. He could look down the smooth abdomen to the top of the pubic hair that fanned out over Randy’s cock.

“Jesus, look at her take those two co…guys” Randy uttered in a low tone as he slipped one hand into those shorts.

“Yeah…she…takes both of them later.”

“She’s taking both of them now….oh” Randy replied suddenly aware of what Joey meant.

“Could you do that?”

“I don’t know…could you?”

Joey kept glancing over a Randy, watching the way he played with himself, a hand down inside those shorts manipulating the erection within. He had fantasized about this very scenario, saw himself bravely getting up and going to the sofa and putting his hand down inside those shorts. He had seen himself down between Randy’s legs sucking it then on his back on the sofa, legs on Randy’s shoulders as he took it, Randy’s cock pushing into his hole. Even now, afraid to act on it, the fantasy drove his arousal more than the movie. He tugged on his shorts and let one hand move up his stomach to a nipple and he pinched it feeling it all the way down into his cock. It flexed up and down in his shorts as he pinched harder giving it a bit of a twist. He tried to look away, not watch the movie or to look over at Randy, tried to get his aroused state under control embarrassed by how turned on he was in front of his friend.

“Fuck this is hot” Randy whispered and Joey turned in time to see those gym shorts get pushed down to midthigh. Randy was fully erect, the head wet with his arousal. Joey looked at the shaft, how long it was, a good bit of the shaft and head protruding out of Randy’s fist when he held it at the base. Joey wanted it. He wanted it like nothing before. He wanted to feel himself against Randy’s body, sexually intertwined together. But his old fear rose and he turned his stare back to the television where the woman was sitting on the blonde’s cock. He knew what was about to happen. The brown-haired guy would soon between both of their legs pushing his cock in next to his buddies.

“Goddamn look at here take that both of those dicks” Randy uttered out loud to no one in particular as he stroked his cock. The drool from the slit quickly smeared along the shaft and Randy’s hand noisily moved over its slickness. Joey couldn’t help but watch feeling himself move as if in a trance, pushing down on the cotton shorts till he felt his cock pop up free. He felt the exposure, his cock out in the open. He was so hard it ached. His cock curved upward hovering over his abdomen and he rubbed each hand down his stomach along each side of it downward till they moved down his thighs. His cock bobbed upward and drooled its clear liquid down onto his stomach. “Fuck” he uttered as he turned his stare back to the screen watching the two guys fuck, cocks side by side, moving together.

Joey could hear Randy stroking cock, the slick sound of hand moving on the hard shaft and he kept his eyes glued to the television afraid if he looked once more at Randy it would be obvious what he was thinking, the true desires he felt would be reflected on his face. The room grew quiet as he tried to keep his hands off his cock. He could feel the warm liquid pool on his stomach and his cock flexing up and down. The sofa squeaked softly and he wondered what Randy was doing now but he kept watching the two guys in the video working together, cock by cock pushing inward and pulling back out.

A shadow, the sense of movement then the touch.

The touch was gentle, barely touching the skin. Joey was more aware of it by the way it raked over the hairs on his calf. Softly moving upward. Looking over he saw Randy on the floor by the recliner head down watching his own hand move upward. Joey felt it, every inch of the touch and he flinched. Randy looked up, eyes glazed over, completely naked, the shorts tossed on top of the coffee table.

“Is this okay?” Randy whispered as his hand moved up the side of his thigh, the contact lost when it passed over the cotton shorts.  Joey nodded his head yes as he felt the contact again, just above the shorts, so much closer, so near his cock flexed as he thought of Randy touching him. He stared at Randy’s face, eyes locked together as he felt the touch stop then the shorts being tugged down his legs. Randy dropped his shorts on the floor and moved up on his knees leaning over the arm of the recliner. One hand pushed Joey’s tank top upward, rubbing over his stomach and chest, while the other grasped his cock, firmly, tight around the base holding it up. Joey watched as Randy moved toward it, head rising up then moving in a gentle arch till he was coming downward. Joey anticipated what was about to happen and watched the clear liquid pool in the slit on the head of his cock. Randy moved close, less than an inch away and Joey held his breath as he watched Randy’s tongue snake out and rake over the head of his cock. The touch was a shock and he bucked upward. Randy smiled, kissed the head then let it slip between his lips as he moved downward. The hand on Joey’s chest moved in slow circular motions, raking over his sensitive nipples over and over till he couldn’t stand the feel of any clothing on his body. Slipping the tank top over his head and tossing it on the floor he lay back watching Randy suck his cock, take it inch by inch till he felt Randy’s nose press against his abdomen. He never felt so naked, so exposed and at the same time, never felt his own sexuality so strongly. He laced his fingers through Randy’s hair, soft between his fingers, feeling the rhythm of Randy’s movement. Up and down, slowly, steadily, increasing his arousal till he was breathing hard. He bent one knee bringing his thighs further apart and felt Randy’s arm nestle down between them. The hand that had held his cock fondled his sac then raked along the line of flesh below, downward, till the fingers were touching him there. 

Joey bent his other knee spreading his legs further apart as he felt fingers touching him. Randy leaned up and moved over him till they were face to face, one hand on his chest the other between his legs.

“We’ve waited long enough, don’t ya think?” Randy asked.

“Yeah” Joey whispered just before Randy leaned down bringing their lips together. They kissed roughly, physically, tongues dueling. Joey felt the push against his tightness, those fingers trying to breach his tight opening and he wrapped an arm around Randy’s neck holding him down as he pushed with his hips. He felt the penetration, the way Randy slipped through his tightness and inward, pushing all the way. He arched his back and pushed down on Randy’s hand trapping it beneath him.

Then the fingers pulled free as Randy stood up. Joey watched him reach down for his cock, fingers lightly trailing along its length. “Nice” said Randy, his voice barely audible, and Joey watched surprised as Randy climbed over his lap, one leg either side of his hips, the fit tight between the arms of the recliner. Facing him, he watched Randy rise up on his knees, the lean body stretched out before him, cock sticking straight out. Randy’s cock head was wet and Joey watched the clear liquid drool downward.  He watched how Randy twisted around and took his cock holding it vertical. He knew what Randy was going to do, and watched as Randy lowered himself, slowly. He watched him come down into contact with his cock, felt the pressure on the head, the push down then the tight squeeze on the head as it breached Randy’s hole. Slowly, painfully slow, Randy eased down and he watched as inch after inch of his cock disappeared. When Randy was all the way down Joey felt the soft warmth that engulfed his cock. Reaching out he took Randy in hand and stroked back, head to base smearing the slickness along the shaft. Randy exhaled hard and pumped his hips and Joey felt that tight ass work his cock.

Joey wanted to shove upward, wanted to push into Randy even further, if such a thing were possible.  He stroked Randy, his hand moving slowly along the hard shaft and he felt it, the movement upward, the tight ring of Randy’s opening milk his cock. He watched Randy rise up on his knees revealing inch after inch of his cock. Upward Randy rose till the head nearly slipped free then he eased back down, slowly, and Joey felt every inch squeeze back inside of him. Over and over Randy moved on Joey’s cock, upward and back down till his pace increased. The old recliner squeaked and rocked as Randy moved with urgency, recklessly, pumping his ass on Joey’s cock. Ass slapping down on abdomen the room filled with the noise of their fuck.

“Fuck…Jesus…ride me” Joey uttered as Randy rocked over him roughly. He saw Randy’s skin become wet and he raked a hand up his stomach and chest. He felt the hard nipples as his hand glided over them. Taking the left nipple between thumb and forefinger he pinched down on it then gave it a twist. Randy cried out and slammed down on his cock harder, then thrust forward pushing cock through Joey’s fist as he worked his ass on Joey’s cock.

“Fuck me…fuck…” Randy exclaimed as he rose and slammed back down, over and over and over.

“Stop…stop” Joey cried out with hands pushing down on Randy’s thighs. “Get on the sofa.”

Randy lay back on the sofa, his head in the crook of the arm and back as Joey lifted his legs holding each by the ankle. Joey wanted to control the pace, wanted to feel his body move with their fuck and he pushed his cock to Randy’s hole and eased forward sinking back into him.

“Fuck me…fuck me” Randy cried out. Joey felt Randy’s hands on his hips, the fingers digging into this skin. There was a desperation to the way Randy clung to him and he began to fuck, to drive his hips back and forth. With a steady rhythm Joey fucked, his whole torso tensed tight, every muscle visible beneath the skin. Randy pulled at him trying to get him deeper, lost to his desire for this fuck. Joey fucked faster, drove his hips forward rocking Randy with every deep penetration. He felt it, the surge of release, imminent, too close to hold back. He thrust forward hard.

“Fuccckkkk” Joey growled as he came.

Spent, leaning over Randy still breathing hard Joey looked down smiling.

“Your turn” said Joey as he stood up holding out a hand to help Randy up. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Joey lay on his back, legs wrapped around Randy’s waist as he felt the stretch, Randy’s cock penetrating him slowly. He clung to Randy’s body, undulating beneath him. He felt the slow incessant push inward, the stretch of his opening as it took more and more of Randy’s cock. It seemed to go on and on, this penetration, impossibly deep but when he felt Randy’s body rest on his own, the slow grind of hips against hips, he knew he had all of it, every inch.

Randy fucked him slowly, ass rising then flexing as it pushed down, over and over, steady in its rhythm. Their bodies were hot against each other, soon slick with their exertions. Joey ran his hands over Randy’s back. He felt the flex of muscle, the tension of each movement. He felt the slickness and the heat of it. And he felt the way this movement worked inside of him, this penetration that locked them together.

“Fuck…I’m going to come” Randy uttered in his ear as his rhythm became ragged, rough, each push inward more urgent. Joey felt Randy’s body quiver and shake within his arms. Felt the way he seemed to smother him, his body feeling like it blanketed him, almost too hot to touch.

Randy lay by Joey, the two of them quiet, eyes closed, just laying on their backs. It was Randy who sniggered first, then Joey till both were laughing, rolling to face each other.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time” Joey admitted as they fell back still.

“Me too” Randy replied as he shifted over to Joey lying next to him.

Sometime in the middle of the night Joey stirred finding Randy spooned up to his chest and stomach. Unconsciously he pushed with his hips feeling his erection nestle against Randy’s ass. Randy stirred, a small shift in position but he pushed against Joey’s cock, just a bit of pressure.

It was enough.

Joey pushed Randy onto his stomach moving with him. He straddled Randy’s thighs and worked his cock between the firm ass cheeks of Randy’s ass. He felt the pressure from Randy pushing upward, suddenly come alive. Randy’s whole body moved beneath him, undulated wantonly, ass pushing upward, wanting, enticing him and he raised his hips up pushing his cock down between those firm ass cheeks till he was nestled against it. He pushed slowly, feeling Randy open up to him again. He slid in easily, all the way and fucked slowly. Fingers laced with Randy’s fingers he held him down, used all this strength to keep him in place as he drove himself into Randy’s depths. Fucking till he felt close Joey bear hugged Randy and rolled onto his back, cock still sunk into him. He kept one arm around Randy’s neck holding him in place and as he pumped upward with his hips, continuing their fuck he reached down and took Randy in hand, felt the hard cock fill his hand. He stroked it, slowly at first feeling it slicken in his grasp, then he stroked it faster and faster. Randy moaned and cried out as he worked his hips. Joey felt the fatigue of his exertions but his need for release pushed him onward, that and Randy’s reaction. Randy suddenly began to jerk, his body shake as he pushed upward roughly through Joey’s fist and he came. Each ejaculation and Randy’s hole spasm around Joey’s cock as he kept fucking. Tightening his hold on Randy, Joey came, crying out as he shoved upward with his hips with each ejaculation.

Once spent Joey let Randy go and fell back flat, arms spread out to either side of him and Randy on top of him breathing hard. The contact was hot but it felt good, this touching, bare skin against bare skin, and they lay still for a long time before Randy slipped to Joey’s side. Settled back down they drifted off into a deep sleep.

The alarm woke them at five thirty and Joey staggered into the bathroom to shower. He had just pulled the shower curtain closed when Randy stumbled into the tub with him.

“Move over, I need to wash off too” Randy mumbled.

They had no time to mess around and after quickly showering Joey put on clean coveralls from the shop while Randy put on a pair of his jeans and t-shirt. In the kitchen Randy helped him make a lunch and together they went out, first to drop Randy off at the parts store then Joey to head on to work at the shop. 

The parts store was on the way and Joey whipped into the parking lot where he pulled up to the front door, the place not open yet. Randy stepped out and leaned on the door.

“You want to…get together after work?” Randy asked.

Joey smiled nodding his head. “Yeah. You think you’ll have that piece of shit running by then or should I come and get you?”

“Funny…very funny. I’ll swing by around six.”

“Okay” Joey replied, the two of them smiling at the other. As Randy stepped back from the truck Joey saw the sign on the door, the hours of operation. Open at 7 am and close at 8 pm. He stifled his laugh till he was back on the street but then laughed out loud. The bastard had lied so he could stay last night. Slapping the steering wheel as he drove through town he thought ‘he won’t have to lie any more’.

by Grant

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