Chapter 76

Feeling his face heat, Rory explained the earlier conversation. Turning to Betsy, he added, “And, yes, he is.”

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Rory was happy. He leaned against Zane’s side. Zane’s right arm was loosely wrapped around Rory as Zane effortlessly controlled the wheel with his left hand. The truck’s cab was warm, it was dark outside, and soft country music played quietly on the radio.

“Glad you got a truck with bench seating,” Rory said.

“Me, too.” Zane gave Rory a squeeze. “Saw how much Barry likes his so told my dad that was what I wanted.”

“Like the colors, too.”

Zane reached up and ruffled Rory’s hair. “When I saw it I knew this baby was mine.”

Rory smiled to himself, privately hoping the words applied to him as well as the truck.

Zane took a right turn and they began to travel down a rutted road.

“Where are we going?”

Zane didn’t answer. About a minute later he stopped the truck and shut off the engine.

“Don’t tell me we’ve run out of gas,” Rory joked.

“Uh, no, got almost a full tank. Dad had the dealer gas her up before we left the lot.”

“Good.” Rory wouldn’t embarrass his boyfriend by explaining his attempt at humor. “Where are we?”

“Dunno,” Zane said, undoing first his then Rory’s seat belts. “Know where I wanna be though.”

Rory raised an eyebrow. “And where’s that?”

Zane fumbled with Rory’s belt buckle. “In your pants.”

Rory’s dick liked that idea and immediately sprang to life. And it also liked the feeling of Zane’s callused hand freeing it from its cotton prison.

“Know how you don’t like doing it at home ’cause of Mom and Dad, so I figured we’d drive somewhere where nobody’d hear us.”

“Good thinking, Batman.” Rory reached for Zane’s belt buckle.

“Uh, Green Lantern, remember?”

Rory laughed, then concentrated on freeing ZJ, who was his usual huge and hard self. The tip was already moist with pre-come. Rory just had to have a taste. “Wanna suck you.”

“Wanted you to come first.”

Rory raised up and kissed Zane on the lips. “For once, big guy, it’s your turn.”

It took some re-arranging, but Rory kneeled on the floorboards at the passenger side while Zane did his best to spread out across the bench seat. Zane’s right leg was thrown over the seat back, his left leg bent under him. Rory ignored the tight quarters and got to work servicing his lover. As usual, Rory began by pulling back ZJ’s foreskin before licking and kissing the exposed head. ZJ was a prodigious leaker, and Rory lapped up every single drop of precious pre-come. Rory then stretched his mouth open as wide as it would go, wrapped his lips around the head, and started sucking.

“Ror, babe,” Zane said in his low, husky voice that had Rory spurt some pre-come of his own.

But this was about giving Zane pleasure, not Rory. At this point in the proceedings, Rory usually wrapped his fist around the base of ZJ because, try as he might, he’d never been able to fully deep throat his well hung lover. But Rory was filled with a renewed sense of purpose. He was determined to conquer his gag reflex, once and for all. Zane deserved it, and so did Rory.

Rory went down on ZJ once, twice, three times, swallowing more on each occasion. Fourth time’s the charm,he told himself, bracing himself to boldly go where no man—or woman—had gone before. He rid his mind of the unwelcome Star Trek allusion and plunged downwards.

“Jesus, Ror!” Zane bellowed, jerking up and hitting his head on the side window. “Shit!” His hands clamped on the back of Rory’s head, preventing Rory from pulling off, not that Rory had any intensions of doing so. “Fuck, Ror! You just swallowed all of me!”

Rory did his best to grin around the huge telephone pole of rigid flesh stretching his lips. Despite the snot running out of his nose and the tears streaming out of his eyes, Rory was awash with satisfaction at his achievement. His involuntary swallows must have been felt by Zane, because the man cursed some more but mercifully let go his death grip on Rory’s head. Reluctantly—because he feared he wouldn’t be able to repeat his feat—Rory pulled back to take in a gulp of air.

“Ror! Wow!” Zane couldn’t seem to string a sentence together, which Rory found added to his sense of achievement. To render the big man almost speechless showed Rory he was doing it right.

Rory sank down again, more slowly this time and found, much to his relief, ZJ went down his throat more easily. Remembering something he’d once read, Rory began to hum.