Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2018 18:05:34 -0500
From: 86tigers <86tigers@protonmail.com>
Subject: Hitchhiker Archetype IV

The Hitchhiker IV

They pulled into Tucson in the late afternoon. The sun hid behind a thin
sheen of clouds, and the streets were dry and dusty.

"It's our last night in the states. We need to get a hotel room," Miguel
said. "You like best western?"

"Sure," said Sam. "I ain't picky."

They drove a couple miles and checked into a room. Miguel unloaded Sam's
duffel bag and his own old-fashioned suitcase from the trunk. They ate
lunch in a Chinese restaurant with fake plants everywhere festooned with
neon fruit that seemed like transplants from distant planets.

At a park near an ancient Mexican church, the shade of a tall pine tree,
they parked, got out and stretched. He lapped up water as they sat in the
shade and contemplated their next move.

"I'm gonna need to sell the rest of my weed while we're here."

"You're gonna sell weed here?" Sam asked, incredulous.

"I know it seems crazy but we're gonna need money and a lot of it on the
way down. For all I know, we'll have to sell the car in Mexico somewhere
and fly to Chile. Don't worry babe. My cousin knows a guy here, I should be
able to unload everything I have. In one stop."

"How much is that?"

"Just like, 2 pounds."

Sam's eyes widened and his eyebrows raised.

"Fucking seriously?" the boy asked. "If we got pulled over you could have
gone to jail for the rest of your life. Who the fuck are you selling to?"
Sam asked, his voice rising in anxiety, "some random dudes here? People get
shot over this shit all the time!"

"So let's get rid of it, huh?"

They drove a few minutes through the center of town; there were a lot of
adobe buildings and trellises of roses, and aloe and cactus and
burned-yellow yucca. They wound up at a single-story house where the yard
was a cracked pane of clay with one huge cactus growing from the
corner. Miguel knocked on the door and told Sam to stay cool and act like
he had done this a million times.

The door cracked. "Yeah?" asked the guy on the other side.

"I'm here for Rico, chico," said Miguel.

They were allowed into the dark house. A bunch of chihuahuas yapped insane
and obnoxious at their feet and the air was rank with the smell of weed,
and tobacco, and the salty sour rankness of fastfood. They waited. Finally
a guy came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands. He was fat in a wife
beater, his hair tied up in a top knot.

"Hola, macho," the man said.

"Que paso?"

"Nada mas," the man said. "Who's this gringo?"

"My little brother, Cholo," Miguel said curtly. "Let's get this over with,
we gotta get into Mexico tomorrow morning."

"You running drugs?" the man asked incredulous.

"Hell no, I'm not stupid enough for that shit," Miguel said, "I'm unloading
everything I got with you."

"I'm not usually one to buy old weed," the man said.

"It ain't old."

"Well I'm paying less than you're gonna want."

They weighed everything out, and Sam felt his anxiety rise the longer they
stayed in the house. At last, the man gave them a heap of cash and they
left.

After, they got dinner at a taco stand and ate it in the shade of a willow
by the river. Sam sipped an orange fanta and watched Gabriel drizzling his
lengua tacos with the hottest chili sauce they had at the stand.

"You're not kissing me after that," Sam said softly.

"We'll see," Miguel said. "I might win you over with my pepper spray
breath."

"Doubt it," Sam said.

Back in their A/C musty, freezing cold hotel-room, they got naked and
slapped each other's asses and got into swim trunks, or in Sam's case,
boxer shorts, to go down to the pool.

Some little boys and their gringo parents were around when they
entered. They swam laps silently and Miguel's tattooed presence immediately
set the two parents to pacing and awkward whispers.

"Five more minutes!" the mom called. The kids protested but quickly sloshed
their way out of the echoing room. The mom, dad, and two sons walked past
the big picture windows opened on a view of the desert and the suburbs to
the east. Once the family was gone and the outer door clicked shut, Miguel
swam over to Sam with a wicked grin on his face.

"You wanna get into the sauna?"

"There's a sauna? Every sauna I've ever seen is always out of order," Sam
said. His face was wet and smooth and his dyed locks clung to his jawline.

"Not this sauna. Or anyway, not yet," Miguel smirked. "There's a reason
saunas are out of order all the time, kid."

He climbed out and slapped over to the sauna, fished around in a storage
cupboard by it, and removed a sign.

"What are you waiting for?" Miguel asked. "Come on in."

Sam got out and rushed in the door, into the heat and darkness. Miguel hung
an Out Of Order sign over the door and followed.

They sat close. A single diffuse orange light glowed beneath one of the
benches. The wood was hot and the stones radiated powerfully against Sam's
face.

"Hang on," Miguel said, grunted, and got up. He found the ladle and bucket
and poured some hot water over the rocks. Steam gushed up and he returned
to lay back against the wall opposite Sam, his swim trunks dripping onto
the floor. Sam took a deep steamy breath and sighed.

"It's summer," Sam said, "I don't know why I'm in here."

"It's good for your skin," Miguel said. "Besides. You'll get a body high
soon enough."

They relaxed for a while. Miguel brought one foot from where it rested by
Sam's hip and planted it squarely between the boy's legs. He used the ball
of his foot to clumsily massage the soft package. Sam groaned and leaned in
to press his cock against the arch.

"You wanna get busy with me, chico?" Miguel asked. His voice was husky and
low. In the dark, his hair hanging in his face, he looked coarse, rough,
and brutally handsome.

"Yeah," Sam said, "We need to even the score. I gave you road head. It's my
turn."

"Are you ready to try something new?" Miguel asked.

"Depends what it is. I can't sit on that baseball bat swinging between your
legs."

Miguel laughed darkly. "I ain't talking about that. Yet."

"Okay," Sam said, "what are you talking about?"

Miguel didn't answer. He just pulled Sam by his feet so that the boy's legs
were entwined around his waist, and bent forward to kiss him deeply,
warmly, his tongue sliding over the boy's upper lip and then darting to
touch the tip of Sam's tongue and the roof of his mouth. With his hands
caressing Sam's lower back and shoulders, he suckled his lower lip, and
pressed the boy's whole torso against his chest.

Sam shuddered and felt the heat of their bodies like a whole sun had
liquefied between them. His cock had gone completely hard, and he felt
Miguel's through his clingy swim trunks.

With effortless strength, Miguel grasped Sam's buttocks, lifted him
completely, and moved him a foot backward before shucking down his swimsuit
and freeing his hard dick, which slapped against his tummy.

The man leaned in for another kiss, both hands going to massage the boy's
balls and jerk his cock up and down before he giving Sam one last peck and
then, with trailing kisses down his sternum and navel, he reached those
silky smooth bollocks and licked them. Sam was so sensitive he could hardly
stand the attention; he whimpered a little and let go of his hold on
Miguel's head, leaning back on his elbows as the man sucked his eggs one at
a time into his mouth and sucked them tightly.

"Ow!" Sam yelped.

A sucking noise as Miguel let go. "That hurt, babe?" he asked, stroking the
boy's cock as he looked up, his eyes still visibly green in the dimness.

"Yeah," Sam whispered, "but I like it, too."

Miguel said nothing, but planted his mouth over Sam's head and sucked it
until it was wet and sloppy, giving him lubrication to make more and more
of it disappear down his throat. Sam sighed and laid back completely,
feeling the dutiful ministrations up and down the length of his entire
cock. He moaned a long, tenor pitched moan of contentment, effeminate and
sweet.

"That's my sweet boy," Miguel said with a grin, jerking the whole rod with
one hand as slid the other into the small of Sam's back.

"Now, up!" Miguel said, "On all fours."

Sam obediently turned and put his naked ass up in the air; his curvy globes
shone in the orange light. He heard Miguel chuckle softly and then,
unexpectedly, plant his nose right between his ass cheeks and take a deep
whiff. The hot steam and sweat and chlorine mixed with the pheromones of
Sam's own ass made Miguel shudder and immediately reach his tongue out to
flick the tight, plum colored entrance of Sam's body.

"Ohh!" the boy moaned, his cheek pressed to the hot wall.

With his hands gripping the boy's thighs, Miguel pressed his whole face
into that soft fleshy crack and bathed it with his tongue. He poked his
tongue through the tight sphincter, making Sam gasp and whimper. The boy's
hand firmly gripped his own cock and he was jerking off wildly until Miguel
forced his hand away from his rod and replaced it with his own. Precum
flowed freely from the tip of Sam's penis, and Miguel dipped his index
finger into this honey before rubbing aggressive circles into the frenulum
while jerking him and tonguing his hole.

"I'm gonna come," Sam whispered raggedly, "I'm gonna come!"

Miguel stopped abruptly, spat into his hand twice, and then slid his newly
lubricated fingers around Sam's hanging pole, tightening and jerking the
boy as he returned to his luxurious tongue-fucking. As the boy's breathing
grew heavier, Miguel slicked up his other index finger and plunged it into
Sam's anus.

"Oh!" Sam yelped in surprise; as the muscle loosened, he relaxed and began
gyrating his pelvis back and forth to fuck Miguel's stationary hand; the
man's finger was his focus, digging deeper and deeper until he pressed
against the special place deep inside his boy toy.

Sudden, teasing pressure on his prostate, that untouched mine of pleasure,
made Sam's cock swell and immediately burst. Panting, bumping his buttocks
back and forth uncontrollably to fuck himself onto that intruding finger,
Sam sprayed hot, watery come all over the planks of the sauna. His soaked
hair falling over his cherry-red cheeks, his tongue licking outward to the
corner of his mouth, Sam yammered high pitched filth out loud as he pumped
himself off into his lover's hand, the hot globs of cum oozing over
Miguel's knuckles.

He turned immediately for a kiss afterward, hungry and appreciative; it had
been fantastic. He put his hands through Miguel's hair and wrapped his legs
around the man's body to sit in his lap. Miguel wrapped him up and sank
backward so the boy lay on top of him. They stayed there heaped and kissing
until Sam rested his head on the man's shoulder and they let their sweat
run and their breath mix.

"I wanna live with you," Sam whispered.

"Me too," Miguel said.

"I love you, Miguel."

"I love you too, Sammy."

The boy's face darkened. "I told you I don't like that name," he said.

"Not even if I say it? What if I reclaimed it? What if I wrote my love all
over it?" Miguel asked.

The boy looked perplexed, as if he hadn't thought of this possibility.
"Maybe," he said. "We'll see."

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