Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 85561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I knew these roads fairly well, so I knew the next place I could find where we could have some privacy was several miles away. "Brooks, there's a spot just up the road that we can—"
That was all I got out before he pulled my zipper down and put his hand down my pants. It was all I could do not to jerk the wheel as he began rubbing my cock. "Oh God," I groaned. He was still kissing my neck.
"Don't you want to know when I knew?" Brooks asked. His fingers were stroking up and down my dick. My head, the one on top of my body, felt like it was going to blow off my neck. The other head was leaking pre-cum in anticipation. Brooks had to be feeling that.
"When what?" I asked in confusion. I bit down on my lip when Brooks’s fingertip stroked over my slit. I wanted to scream in denial when he pulled his hand out of my pants, but then I saw him lifting his finger to his mouth and I slowed the truck dramatically. I didn't care if there were cars behind me or not. I needed to see this. I reached above Brooks to turn the light on for the interior of the truck. His expression blew my mind. He was holding his finger just inches from his mouth. He was breathing heavily, and his expression held no doubt as to how excited he was for what he was about to do. I hated that the shoulders on the highway were so narrow because it meant pulling over wasn't even an option.
"I knew for sure I was gay," Brooks said as his eyes met mine. "When I met you," Brooks continued and then he put his finger into his mouth and sucked gently. I wasn't sure which of us moaned louder. Brooks’s other hand was currently rubbing over his own cock. He still had his signature slacks on, so I had no trouble making out the outline of his thick dick.
I glanced in my rearview mirror, then slowed the truck even more before dragging Brooks to me so I could smash my mouth down on his. I could taste myself on his tongue as we kissed.
All my juices were flowing when we pulled apart. "Sit back in your seat and take yourself out," I demanded. My voice sounded harsh and angry, but fortunately, Brooks understood where my head was at. He quickly followed my order and scrambled back to his side of the truck. I hit the gas and watched both the road and Brooks as he got his pants open and pulled his cock out. Like mine, it was weeping.
"Play with yourself," I commanded.
There was only the slightest hesitation on Brooks's part before he did as I said. It made me wonder if he'd ever done something like this before.
As the truck got closer to the spot where I knew I could pull off, I gave Brooks orders on exactly how I wanted him to touch himself. He kept his eyes on me the whole time, and when I reached into my own pants and took myself out, he began licking his lips.
"Don't worry, baby, there will be plenty of time for that," I assured him. Brooks’s chest was heaving as he toyed with himself. "Use your other hand to play with your balls," I said, my voice rough and impatient. "But don't let yourself come. You come when I say, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Xavier," Brooks answered obediently. The fact that he knew how to push all my buttons like this never ceased to amaze me. Never in a million years would I have thought Brooks would be so openly sexual. I wanted to believe it was only because of me, even if that did make me an arrogant asshole. But the alternative was to imagine that he would do this for just anyone, and I didn't believe that for a second.
I felt out of breath by the time I saw the small access road I’d been looking for. Brooks was grinding his ass against the seat, arching his back as he stroked his dick and rolled his balls. The road beneath us changed from paved to rough as I took the turn, but Brooks didn't even seem to notice. He began whispering my name over and over and then he was begging me to let him come. His eyes were closed and his shirt was pulled up to expose a strip of pale skin along his abdomen. His cock was almost purple, proof of how close he was.
I followed the access road for about half a mile until I found the little pond I'd been wanting to get us to. I hit the brakes and threw the truck into park, then growled, "Come here."