Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2005 16:47:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: ANDREW FULKERSON <fulkersonandrew@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: "Hot Suck"

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                          "HOT SUCK"
                    By Andrew S. Fulkerson.

   IT'S one of those little Nevada towns way out in the alkalai
flats, a scattering of low slung buildings and junked cars and
sand-blasted signs baking in the sun along a ribbon of a two-lane
road. Time stands still in a place like this because it's too hot
to move. I pulled into a gas station under an overhang that provided
the only shade big enough to fit me. I got out and looked around.
The landscape was an endless sauna. The air was shimmering like a
mirror in an earthquake, and hard to breathe. THen I saw the station
was closed. The bleached-out stucco building behind the pumps had
been closed for a long time.
   I walked over and peeked into the interior through the dust-
glazed glass , hoping maybe they'd left behind a couple of cans of
oil I could use. No such luck. I was at least 100 miles from Carson
City, probably 50 miles from Tonopah and about ten miles ahead of a
roadside sign along the lonely strech of highway that read:
"In October of 1959, the producers of "The Twilight Zone" TV show
filmed a program called I Shot an Arrow in the Air near this site."
I knew the episode: Three astronauts got lost in space and landed on
what they thought was an astroid, untill one of them climbed a hill
and saw telephone poles. When Hollywood needed someplace that looked
like a barren piece of rock flying thought the empty universe, this
was the part of the country they came to. And there I stood in the
hottest, most godforsaken corner of the Twilight Zone next to a
Mustang that wouldn't go another ten miles without burning up.
   Swimming in a slow motion through the thick air, I checked out a
couple of nearby buildings, but even before I knocked on the doors
I knew nobody was going to answer. THe place was a ghost town.
Whatever had brought people there in the first place had dried up.
But then I saw the aluminum trailer sitting back from the road,
almost blocked by the cactus and mesquite. As I aproached the
trailer, I saw that a white rock garden had been laid out around it,
punctuated with several kinds of colorful cacti.
   The door opened before I got to it, and the sight took away what
little breath i had left. He was tall, about 5'10", with short red
hair and green eyes. He was georgous. It would take another few
seconds before I could soak in the rest of him: tan Tan, freckled
skin under a white cotton shirt tied at his midriff and long legs
tapering to tiny bare feet beneath cut-off jeans.
  "Hello..." he greeted me, as sweetly as if I'd come to take him to
the prom. "What brings you to Dawson?"
   "I'm driving back from Las Vegas to San Francisco," I said. "I
wanted to take one of the back roads to Carson City and see the
desert, but my car started to overheat and my oil pressure dropped.
You got any motor oil I can buy from you?" "No, but my brother's
due back any second now, and if he don't have some, he'll drive you
over to Gabbs to get some." "Thats neighborly of you," I said,
trying to sound counrty. He steped back. "Well, hell, c'mon in outta
that heat before you turn into a crisp."
   The living room of the trailer was a little sparse, with nothing
but a couch and a chair and a driftwood table and a few knick-nacks
around, plus a lot of little green and red cacti growing in tiny
pots wherever there was a flat surface. But ther place was cool,
thanks to a big, breezy air-conditioner near the back, whooshing
like crazy.
   "I'm Randy." he said, studying me. "I'm Felix." I waited for his
reaction. My name always gets a weird response from men, and as
soon as I catch their expression, I usually add, "My folks were old
fassioned." But Randy accepted my name as the most common thing in
the world.
  "Hi, Felix. You know, it's really good to see you." He seemed even
more friendly now as he sized me up. "Can I get you anything a drink
or anything?"
   "I'd like something cold. Whats the anything?" I asked, half-
jokingly.
   He glanced over his shoulder on his way to the fridge. "The
*anything*? Oh, a blowjob?"
   The word stunned me for a second. Here I was, in the middle of
nowhere, alone with one of the most georgous young men I'd ever
seen upclose. And he was offering me a blowjob! Or did i mishear or
misunderstand him?
   "I hope ya like beer." He gave me a frosty can of Coors and I
popped the tab, without either of us breaking eye contact.
   "I hope you said blowjob." Randy laughed, glancing down at my
cortch. "I havent sucked a cock all week," he said.
    My courage rose, and my dick tried to rise with it, straining
against my underwear and trousers. "I'd hate for you to have to wait
another day," I told him through the thickness of my throat. I
gulped down some of the cold beer to clear it out.
   "Then I dont't think I will, if your up for it." His luminous
green eyes challenged me. He was even more georgous than I'd first
thought. His thick, glossy red hair shined like copper against his
freckled, perfectly sculptured face. His lips were full and sensuious.
They were warm looking lips that I wanted desperately to see and feel
wraped around my dick.
    But first I wanted to kiss them. I grabbed his shoulders and
pulled him to me, and as he came compliantly his chin rose up and
his eyes closed. His lips were as hot as biscuits from the oven. I
mashed my mouth against him, slithering my tongue between. His entire
body, inside and out, was hot to the touch. I couldn't belive the
heat comming off this guy.
    Randy pushed me backward. WHen the back of my legs hit the couch,
I tumbled into a sprawl with him on top of me. I managed to keep the
can of beer upright without spilling any. WIthout breaking our kiss,
he reached down to feel my buldging dick and unzipped me. His scent
was tantalizing and a little gamey, like desert flowers. He stared
into my eyes as I felt his hand down below fumbling my dick out of
my pants. "Do you ever cum in a guy's mouth?" he asked.
   "I try not to. I don't usually." I took another sip of Coors to
keep my throat from getting drier. "It's alright with me, Felix. If
you wanna cum in my mouth, go ahead. I want to taste you."
   He scooted down my body and dropped to the floor on his knees
between my legs, gripping my dick in his right hand. I couldnt belive
it. What's wrong with this picture? This georgous green-eyed redhead
in the same closeup shot with my dick. Not just in the same picture,
but connecting with it physically and emotionally and spiritually.
His entire focus was concentrated on it, as if I no longer existed.
Randy licked the head a little with his burning tongue, and then
without any fanfare he sank his head into my lap, swallowing every
inch of my meat in one steady gulp until his nose taped my belly.
All I could see was his red hair vovering up my crotch, but I could
feel a soaking heat that made the rest of me tingle. Then he began
to suck. He didn't have to. I would've cum in his mouth without any
suction at all. But he sucked my dick. And if I had any plans to
hold out, I had to forget them. In fact, I forgot everything.
*where* I was, *Who* I was, who *he* was-- none of it made any
difference. All i knew was that my dick had never felt like this
before, and my whole body was as hot as his, and my nuts were
kicking and churning and--bam! Some kind of inhuman noise came out
of me as a shot my first load deep into Randy's throat, followed by
another and another. And mabe even another. Who was counting at that
point? I was on Mars. I was on the goddamn ceiling. And this
handsome guy was sucking my off with wet smacking sounds and swallowing
everything I gave him.
   He rose up, letting my dick plop from his mouth, with a long wet
string of saliva before it went completely soft and got sensitive to
pain. His green eyes burned like emeralds in the sun as he licked
his lips and went, "hmmm" I waited for him to maby take a papper
towel and spit a little bit of cum into it, but no, he'd swallowed
every drop. "You were really great," he purred. "I can tell you
hadn't done anything for a while. I mean, you were fully loaded. I
almost choked on what you had." He reached up to grab my coors.
"Mind if I take a sip and wash you down?"
   "Go right ahead." I just sprawled there on the couch with my
flacid dick laying on me, not feeling any embarassment, and Randy
just sat there between my legs with his curled up under him, leaning
on my left leg. He swallowed some beer and tapped my poor soggy dick
with his finger. "How ya doing, big fella?" "He's pretty done in,
Randy. You did a real job on him" "I hope he's not done for the rest
of the day." "I hope not too," I told him. "I'm sorry for being
selfish. I didnt want to just cum in your mouth without, you know,
pleasing you first. If you like, I'll eat your ass right now, but
I'm afraid it'll be awhile befoer I'm up and at 'em again.
   He shook his head. "I'm ok for now. Sex isn't a big thing for me,
really. All I wanna do is suck your cock. If you wanna stay for
awhile, maby a couple days, that'd be good." He smiled a brilliant
rose-colored smile that set off his cute freckles. "I mean it, Felix.
I like giving you head. I'll suck your cock as often as you want."
I couldn't fuckin' believe it. This Stud lounging between my legs
craving nothing but my dick in his mouth. Had I died and gone to
heaven?
   At that moment I heard the sound of a car outside. Randy jumped
up. "Oh, Johnny's back,"
"Johnny?"
"My twin, Johnny." I quickly stuffed my useless dick back into my
pants, zipped up, and straightened myself on the couch as if nothing
had happened. The door opened and in came another green-eyed redhead
with a bag of groceries, but this one wore black, skin tight leather
pants with snake-skin boots to boot. He was as georgous as his
brother. He stopped dead in the doorway and looked at me.
  "so your the one with the Mustang," Johnny said, sounding like
Randy. "Yeah, my oil's too low for me to drive it till i put some
more in. You got any?"
   "Sorry, I don't." He went into the kitchen annex and dropped the
bag onto the counter. A look passed between him and his brother.
"You two having fun before I arrived?" he asked us.
   "Just entertaining our guest," Randy chirped.
   Another glance crossed between them before Johnny turned and
hurried back to the rear of the trailer where the bedroom was.
"Excuse me," said Randy, getting up and following him. I sat there
finishing off my beer, wondering what I should do next. I wasn't
in any hurry to leave. But as I heard arguing voices trying not to
be heard, I figured the jig was up. Johnny did not want me around
the trailer. Two's company, Three's a crowd. Pack your bags, dude,
and keep going where you were going. It wasn't a pleasant thought.
The idea of suddenly losing Randy didn't appeal to me one bit, and
I knew my dick wasn't crazy about it either. Hell, I could forget
the outside world, leave my job in San Francisco and stay right here
with Randy, tending whatever he tended out here in the alkalai
flats. Mabe the two of them cultivated cacti or something. There had
to be a reason these studly twin boys, no older than 22 or 23,
living in this bleak, lonely Nevada furnace. When Randy emerged from
the back, he was smiling. "Want another beer?" "Sure, why not?"
He broght one and sat next to me. "Johnny's a little pissed."
"Three's a crowd, right?" "Not really. He agrees with me. Your cute.
He's just not happy that i put the moves on you so fast." "How did
he know that?" Randy laughed. "You were completely flushed and your
hair has that oily sex look. Anybody would've walked in and said,
"That guy got his rocks off!'"
I laughed with him. "Is Johnny jealous?" "A little." "I'm sorry."
"No, thats alright, I told him I'm willing to share with him."
Whoa! Back up! I took a nice gulp of coors to catch my thoughts.
"Whadaya mean?" "Well," Randy wagged hes head in embarassment.
"How do I say this? He wants to share you with me. Sexually."
"you mean a three-way?" "Hmmm-mmmm."
   At that moment Johnny came back into the kitchen and smiled at
me. "I cn drive you over to Gabbs tomorrow and get you that motor
oil," she said. "Tomorrow morning?"
   He got himself a beer and joined us sitting in the chair oposite
the couch. He looked sexy in his leather, with his long, strong legs
unwinding. This guy could have been modeling in Los Angeles, but
here he was, with his equally handsome brother, stuck way out here
in the desert with no one around. Except me. Lucky me. As drained
as I was, I still felt a little twitch deep in my stomache.
   "Gabbs is 30 miles away" he said. "THhe a/c's broke on the car,
and I sure don't feel like driving back across these flats under
that sun. We could wait till it cools down, but you won't find
much open in Gabbs after dark." "I guess I could stay" I said.
"But I insist on paying for my keep." I patted the couch. "It looks
pretty comfortable." "Oh, you can sleep with us in the bedroom."
Johnny nodded toward the back of the trailer. I felt myself blushing
"Well if you insist." "That Way," Johnny said, "I can keep tabs on
the two of you and make sure I don't miss any fun before Randy
wears you out." "Oh, hes not completely worn out," Randy scolded,
rubbing his smooth hand against my crotch. "I can already feel
some movement in there." Johnny lit up. "Oh yeah?" He bounced out
of the chair to the floor and reached out to feel me. Sure egnough,
I was stirring again. "Yep, there's some life there," he said. To
Randy he asked, "Did you suck him dry, you shameless whore?"
   "Hey, fag, I was here and you wern't." "But you could've waited."
"I thought, with all your tricks, that no matter how much I wore out
Felix, you'd be able to get him going again."
   I had to say it. Dumb as it sounded, I had to say it because I'd
never been in this situation before. So I said it: "Guys, no
fighting over me." They wern't amused. "I'm not worried about that."
Johnny fixed his green eyes on me. "You're cute. You wanna stay for
a few days, its all right with me." "What do you two do around here?"
I asked.
  "We grew up here in Dawson, right across the road," Randy said.
"We worked at a truck stop outside of Gabbs, but right now we're
just resting up till we decide what else to do." "But where is
everybody around here?" "Oh, theres folks around. You just don't
see 'em much during the heat of the day. But they're around."
  We sat and talked a while, with Randy and me on the couch and
Johnny on the floor leaning on my legs, and every once in a while
one of them would brush his fingers across my dick and maybe give
it a little squeeze. Hard as it seems, I was getting accustomed to
having these studly twins manhandle me like that.
   Finally, Johnny unzipped me. "Lets see what's going on in there."
He reached in and fetched out my dick, which surprised me by coming
to life. It was a long way from being hard, but at least it showed
signs of fattening up. He licked it a few times like an ice cream
cone. "hmmm...Tastes good." "You guys ever get fucked?" I wanted to
know. "Fucking's got its problems." Johnny said. "Randy and me just
love to give head. Sucking cocks is what we do."
"You gonna share it, Johnny?" his brother asked. "Later, sure. But
I've got some catching up to do. You didn't think to wait and share
with me." And with that, Johnny leaned over and slurped my dick
between his full lips and began to manipulate me with his tongue and
teeth, but lightly, while his fingerse reached under my underwear
and stroked my balls. He made little smacking noises with his mouth.
When I looked at Randy, he was watching his brother with facination.
Again I couldn't see what was happening because of the red hair
covering my groin and stomach, but I sure felt the heat of his mouth
engluf me inch by inch, untill he had all of me inside him. I reach-
ed down and to bury my fingers in his hair. When i came, it was as
intense as my earlier orgasam had been.
   "Man," I said aferward, "I'm drained." I tried to zip up, but I
was too tired, so I just lay there with my poor dick dangling out of
my pants. "This heat takes everything out of you," Johnny said,
washing down my jizz with my beer. "You gotta measure everything you
do, even in here. Even with the airconditioner on."
  We lolled around like that for I don't know how long. I dozed off a
couple times while the guys watched Oprah and Phil and a few other
shows on TV. It wasn't until the sun started going down and the sky
turned pink and gold that Johnny suddenly jumped up and announced
that he was going to fix dinner for us. I dozed off again, and
didn't come awake until I smelled food.
   We ate in front of the TV. It was some kind of rice pilaf which
we washed down with more beer. "What *is* this stuff?" I asked.
"Rice, some cactus fruit-- its a delicacy." "What the hell's cactus
fruit?" Johnny look surprized. "Don't you know that cactus has fruit
like any other plant?" "I know about peyote buttons." "well its like
the same thing, only this won't get you high. It's supposed to be an
aphrodisiac, though." He dropped his eyes to my crotch for a moment,
then winked at me. "Oysters don't last long out here, so we gotta do
something to keep you going." The texture and taste were completely
new to me, but the sauce tasted like curry and the rice made it all
at least slightly familiar, so I ate everything on my plate even
though it wasn't especially appetizing.
   The night sky outside grew darker and we watched TV. I still had
a hard time getting up the gumption to move. At one point, when I
had to piss, stumbling back to the bathroom was a major effort. The
dry dessert heat, and the blowjobs, had taken everything out of me.
  Every now and then the guys would stroke my dick. Every time I put
it back in my pants, they insisted on taking it out again where they
could look at it. Sometimes they'd kiss it or give it a little lick.
Finally, Randy saw that it was coming back to life. "Hey, look."
That brought Johnny over. Kneeling on either side of me, they double
teamed me, taking turns sucking and licking my dick, I was bored,
but at certain point the gonads take over and start thinking for
themselves. Now my dick was standing straight up, and they were both
licking and kissing it at the same time. They unbuckled my belt and
Jerked down my pants and skivvies far egnough where they could also
lick my balls. "You sure one of you doesn't want me to fuck you in
the ass?" They both mumbled no. Randy sucked me for a while, then
Johnny took over while Randy licked my balls some more. When I
Started to cum, Randy felt my balls kicking and jerked his head up
next to Johnny's to share my jizz. Johnny pulled me out of his mouth
fast egnough to let my third or fourth spurt splatter between Randy's
lips. Randy immediately swallowed me to gulp down what was left.
  When they were done, they yawned and purred and gazed lovingly
at me with droopy green eyse. "The perfect sedative," Randy said.
"Let's go to bed." I didn't get much sleep. I'd be having a sexy
dreem and suddenly wake up to find one or both of them sucking my
dick. In the dark they made odd sounds I couldnt place. When morning
came they were both fast asleep and I was so drained I could barely
move.
  My lethargy was like a weight sitting on me. Just getting up to go
to the bathroom was like a hike through the desert. My thoughts were
muddled. My arms hung at my side too heavy to lift. I could barely
make it back into the little bedroom and drop into bed again. It was
the fantasy of a lifetime-- sharing a bed with two gorgeous, sex-
crazed red head boys who worshiped my dick. And yet I was already
sick of it, and sick of them. I just wanted to get to my car and
drive as far as it would take me before the engine overheated.
But I could barely move.
   I looked around the room. Like the rest of the trailer, it was
barely furnished. But on the headstead, just above my head, was a
photo in a gray cardboard holder. I worked up egnough strength to
reach up and get it and bring it down to my face. It was a picture
of Randy and Johnny standing in front of a house that I recognized
as one of the buildings across the road. Except that the house
looked brand new, and the house across the road looked delapidated
the day before. It was then that I noticed that their manner of
dress was old-fassioned. and their red hair, dark in the yellowing
photo, was prim and propper. In the background, next to the house
I could see part of an old 40's car. This was an old photo. The
guys must've been Randy's and Jonny's father and uncle. Maybe twins
ran in the family. The resemblance was uncanny. Randy stirred next
to me and rose up his head and blinked his green eyes. In the
morning light they blazed with a strange fire. "Didn't we look
rediculous with those hairdos?" he said. "This is you?" He nodded.
"But this looks old." "Yeah its 1944, to be exact." "But this is
1994!" His gaze answered any further questions I might have had.
Johnny woke up, looked at the picture, then took it out of my hand
and put it back on the headstead. He gripped my dick in his hand.
It came alive without any help from me. I could barely move anything
else. "I love the smell of cum in the morning," he said. "Me too,"
Randi laughed. "Your cooking did him wonders!" And they both began
to feed again. |X|

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