It was nearing dusk, and the brothers had been trying to hitch a ride along the dirt-packed, country road all afternoon, when an old pickup truck rounded the corner and slowed down on its approach to them.
“You think he’s gonna give us a ride?” Ryan asked his older brother Walt, holding out his thumb.
“Yeah,” Walt replied, signaling the driver to pull over for them. “But I’m not sucking his dick, if that’s what he’s after. I sucked off that trucker this morning for us, and I can still taste that motherfucker’s nasty load.”
“Where you boys headed?” the man asked, his window rolled down as he came to a stop.
“We’re heading to Kingwood,” Walt replied. “It’s down near Flemington. But we’ll gladly ride with you as far as you can take us.”
“Kingwood is a ways from here,” the man noted. “What brings you boys up this way?”
“We’ve been picking apples all season up near Rockport,” Ryan volunteered, removing his ball cap and scratching his head. “But now we’re heading back home to our dad’s farm.”
“Why don’t you have any packs?” the man asked. “Where’s your things?”
“We got robbed this morning,” Walt answered.
“A trucker gave us a ride,” Ryan interjected, “and then drove off with our packs when we were taking a piss at a gas station.” Ryan didn’t mention that Walt had sucked off the trucker in his cab before he robbed and ditched them.
“It’s a sad world,” the man replied somberly. “You boys hungry?”
“Yes, sir,” Ryan replied eagerly as Walt placed a cautious hand on his brother’s shoulder. For good reason, Walt was distrustful of older men offering up rides to younger guys alongside roadways, but the brothers had no other options besides hitchhiking their way home.
“I live just up the road,” the man stated. “How about you boys come back to my place? I can fix us up some dinner, you can stay the night, and then I’ll drive you down to Kingwood in the morning.”
“That sounds awesome,” Ryan agreed eagerly. Walt wasn’t as excited, for he knew a night at the man’s house would likely come with a catch. Yet it was getting dark, and the prospect of spending the night in a ditch wasn’t a great alternative.
“Hop in,” the man offered, reaching over to unlatch the passenger door. “I’m Dale.”
The brothers climbed into the truck, with Ryan sandwiched between Walt and Dale on the bench seat. The brothers then introduced themselves as Dale pulled the truck back onto the roadway.
While Dale made friendly chatter with the brothers, Walt took the opportunity to assess their good Samaritan. Dale was handsome, bearded, and looked to be in his mid-forties. His muscular forearms were heavily tattooed below his rolled-up flannel sleeves. And at his neck, Dale wore a heavy gold chain that disappeared into the dense chest hair beneath his open collar. The bulge in his jeans was massive, and Walt wondered when he would be expected to suck it in exchange for Dale’s hospitality.
“You sure your wife won’t mind you bringing two hitchhikers home with you?” Walt ventured, even though he assumed there was no lady in Dale’s life.
“Oh, I’m not married,” Dale volunteered readily. “Never could find a woman who could handle all of me,” he laughed, his right hand adjusting his package as his left hand continued to steer the truck.
Within minutes, Dale delivered them to an unassuming clapboard house at the end of a gravel road. Dale cut the engine in the dirt drive, as there appeared to be another vehicle parked in a wide carport attached to the house.
“Is that what I think it is?” Ryan marveled, climbing out of the truck and making his way to the carport.
“That’s my baby,” Dale beamed. “She’s a ‘67 Chevy Camaro.”
“She’s beautiful,” Ryan exclaimed, running his fingers carefully along the vehicle’s waxed, cherry-red paneling.
“She was a bucket of bolts when I got her,” Dale explained, his hand on Ryan’s shoulder, “but I’ve spent the past two years lovingly restoring her. I own a mechanic shop in town, but my true passion is restoring beauties like this one.”
“I want to do that—to work with cars,” Ryan shared with Dale. “But my dad wouldn’t let me get trained to be a mechanic. He expects Walt and me to learn the farm with him, so it can be ours one day.”
“That’s a shame,” Dale sympathized, taking Ryan’s hands in his and examining them. “You’ve got strong hands. You’d make a damn good mechanic.”
Walt stifled a laugh, knowing that what Dale really wanted was to see Ryan’s strong hands working Dale’s big dick. After enduring another twenty minutes of car talk between Ryan and Dale, Walt was relieved when Dale finally took them inside the house.
“I’m gonna throw some burgers on the grill for us,” Dale announced, taking a package of ground chuck out of the fridge. “The bathroom is upstairs. You boys are welcome to shower off all that dusty grime from the road before dinner. There’s plenty of soap and clean towels up there for you.”
The boys scurried upstairs to shower. “What the fuck’s going on with you two?” Walt demanded as soon as he and Ryan were alone in the bathroom. “That guy is all over you.”
“That’s bullshit,” Ryan denied, stripping off his shirt and reaching into the shower to get the hot water started. “We were just talking about his Camaro. You’re just jealous ’cause you know jack shit about cars.”
“Just be careful,” Walt warned Ryan. “That guy wants something. Nothing is free in this world. Everything comes with a price.”
“You should know,” Ryan laughed. “Since you’re the one that sucked off the hairy trucker who ditched us this morning.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Walt barked in Ryan’s face. “I did what I had to do to get us a ride. It’s not my fault that fucker drove off with our packs after I sucked down his nasty cum. But that Dale . . . he wants more than a blow job from you. I can tell. Just watch your step.”
Around the dinner table, Dale asked that they hold hands and say a blessing before diving into the burgers that he prepared. As Dale recited a prayer, Walt looked up from his plate and witnessed Dale softly stroking Ryan’s hand with his thumb. “Let’s eat,” Dale proclaimed upon finishing the prayer, with Ryan giving a bashful smile to Dale.
After dinner, the brothers helped to clear the table and wash the dishes while Dale made up the sofa bed in the den for them. “It’s not so late yet,” Dale announced, joining the brothers in the kitchen. “You boys wanna kick back a few beers on the porch with me?”
“Thanks, but I’m gonna hit the sack,” Walt refused, not wishing to spend any more time with Dale. But Ryan eagerly agreed, helping to carry an armful of chilled bottles out to the porch with Dale.
Walt tried to settle down on the pullout couch, but had trouble falling asleep. He could hear Ryan and Dale laughing it up on the porch, clinking beers, and chewing the shit. Walt wished Ryan would come to bed, so they could finally get some much-needed sleep.
Walt was dazed and confused when awoken by a soft, rhythmic grunting coming from upstairs. Walt strained to read a clock on the wall, which showed the time to be a quarter past midnight. And when he saw that Ryan had yet to come to bed, he knew instantly what he was hearing.
Walt realized that it was none of his business if Ryan wanted to fuck Dale, yet he still felt the need to investigate—to make sure that Ryan wasn’t being forced or coerced in any way. As his older brother, Walt still felt responsible for Ryan, even if his younger brother was over eighteen.
Tiptoeing up the stairs, the telltale sounds of fucking getting louder with each step, Walt froze as he approached Dale’s bedroom. The door was nearly wide open. Dale was seated on the bed, facing the door with his back to the headboard and his muscular legs spread wide, as Ryan straddled him and road his cock.
“Fuck, you’ve gotta sweet cunt,” Dale growled as Ryan bounced up and down on Dale’s cock. “You like this big dick up your ass?”
“Yes,” Ryan exhaled, his head tipping back in ecstasy as he ground his stretched-out hole against Dale’s hairy balls. “Your cock feels so fuckin’ good inside me.”
Dale wrapped his arms around Ryan and began to kiss him fervently as they fucked. Walt wanted to look away as the two men kissed, surprised to find that the kissing bothered him more than the fucking. Walt was about to turn and leave in disgust, when he realized that Dale had seen him lurking in the doorway.
Dale’s eyes were locked upon Walt as he continued to fuck Ryan. A chill ran down Walt’s spine as he realized the import of Dale’s stare. In bodily possession of Ryan, it was as if Dale was declaring that Ryan now belonged to him. And Dale was about to seal the deal.
“You want my cum, baby?” Dale asked Ryan thrusting his hips upward. “You want me to breed your sweet cunt?”
“Yes,” Ryan begged. “Seed my hole. Make me yours.”
“Aww FUCK . . . SHIT,” Dale grunted, locking eyes with Walt once more as he wrapped his muscular arms tighter around Ryan and flooded his guts with his warm load. “Yeah, baby,” he moaned. “Take my nut.”
Walt couldn’t force himself to watch any longer. In his mind, Walt had failed his brother. He had failed to protect Ryan from users like Dale. Feeling defeated, Walt returned to the sofa bed and tried to fall asleep. Within minutes, round two began upstairs with Dale’s headboard banging the wall as Ryan screamed, “Fuck me, Dale . . . Fuck me with that big dick.”
Walt awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon, and found Ryan preparing breakfast in the sunny kitchen. “Dale drove into town to pick up some coffee,” Ryan reported, moving around strips of bacon in a hot skillet. And that’s when Walt noticed it—a golden glint of light around Ryan’s neck. It was Dale’s thick gold chain.
“What’re you doing wearing that?” Walt demanded, pointing to the chain.
“Dale gave it to me,” Ryan beamed, running his fingers along the gold chain at his neck. “He wants me to have it.”
“You need to give that back to him before we leave this morning,” Walt ordered. “Dad will have a fuckin’ fit if he sees you wearing it.”
“I’m not leaving,” Ryan stated calmly. “And I’m not going home to Dad. I’m staying here with Dale. He said he’ll buy you a bus ticket home.”
“What the fuck do you mean you’re staying?” Walt demanded.
“I’m not going home. I’m staying here with Dale,” Ryan repeated quietly, unable to look his brother in the eye. “Dale loves me.”
“He doesn’t love you,” Walt scoffed. “He just loves fucking your tight ass.”
“That’s not true,” Ryan challenged. “Dale’s gonna train me to be a mechanic like him. And we’re gonna restore old cars together. I can have a life here with him.”
“And what about your life back home?” Walt quipped. “On the farm . . . with me and Dad?”
“That’s not the life I want,” Ryan dismissed. “You and dad love farming. But I—I fucking hate it. And Dale’s giving me a chance for something real—to be a mechanic. This is my chance.”
“Dale is just gonna use you,” Walt accused.
“As if Dad isn’t using me?” Ryan retorted. “Should I have to farm Dad’s land because that’s what he wants for me? Don’t you see, Walt? Dad is the one using me. And you’re no better for letting it happen.”
“I’m outta here,” Walt barked, knowing there was nothing he could do or say to change his brother’s mind. “You know where to find me and Dad when it’s time to come crawling back home with your tail tucked between your legs.” Walt grabbed his shoes and started toward the front door.
“Wait,” Ryan called after him. “Dale said he’ll take you to the bus station when he gets back. He’s gonna buy you a ticket.”
“Yeah, sure,” Walt scoffed. “And I bet he’d expect me to suck his dick on the way there.”
Walt slammed the door, leaving his younger brother behind. Finding his way back to the main road, Walt was thankful to be headed away from town, not wanting to chance being spotted by Dale on his return home.
After about an hour of walking in the bright morning sun, Walt’s thumb raised for passing vehicles, an older man in a shiny, black sedan slowed up and stopped for him.
“Where you headed?” the man asked, lowering his window. He was nicely dressed in a shirt and tie, his graying hair neatly combed back. Walt took him to be a salesman, and was relieved to see a gold wedding band on the man’s left hand.
“Kingwood,” Walt responded, shielding the sun from his eyes with his hand.
“Hop in,” the kind man offered, unlocking the passenger door. “I’m passing right by there.”
“Thank you, sir,” Walt smiled as he climbed into the passenger seat. “I was getting tired of walking.”
“Happy to help,” the man grinned. “I’ve got a son about your age, and you remind me of him.”
The cool air conditioning inside the car felt nice as they took to the road. Walt looked out the window and enjoyed the pastoral scenery that flew by, trying not to think about leaving his beloved brother behind, or what he would tell their dad. Suddenly, the man put his hand on Walt’s leg.
“How about you suck my dick while I drive?” the man suggested, his pants already unzipped with a thick, hairy cock reaching towards the steering wheel. Resigned to the situation, Walt unlatched his seatbelt and leaned over to take the man’s hard cock down his throat.
“Fuuuck,” the man sighed, adjusting the wheel to accommodate Walt’s bobbing head. “I’m sure glad I picked you up, boy. Hope you like to swallow. I’ve got about five days of cum backed up in these balls for you.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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