Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2023 01:05:24 +1100
From: A. Sullivan <sittingontheseat@gmail.com>
Subject: Thirstquenchers Chapter 2

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Thirstquenchers Chapter 2


I opened my eyes and was unable to place myself. Sunlight poured in
through the warped, discoloured blinds, revealing all the dust whirling
in the air. I sat upright and, pulling the blind cord on my left,
squinted out through the window at the unkempt lawn bordered by eucalypts
and dense jasmine bushes. Suddenly remembering, I smiled, and fell back
on my pillow with a relieved sigh. As I stared up at the ceiling, my mind
buzzed with the previous day's events: the moving, the unpacking, the
study, and Leighton.

            I got up, took a piss, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and
dressed in a light-blue t-shirt and grey jeans. I found myself at my
desk, turning Leighton's business card over in my hand. A knock on my
door sent exhilaration surging through me. Taking in a slow breath, I
went to the door, unlocked it, and turned the handle.

            `Morning.'

            And there he was. Leighton.

`Morning,' I replied, unsure of what to say or where to start.

A warm breeze entered the bungalow, skimming past me. My mind went on
overload as I took in all his details: black Metallica t-shirt, worn
acid-wash jeans, wheat-brown Timberlands, unkempt dark hair, grey-flecked
beard, gleaming brown eyes, furry arms, and strong hands holding an
off-white coffee cup each.

            `Got this for you.' He held one out to me. `From the place
across from the train station. They do a good coffee.'

            `Wow.' I accepted it from him, unable to keep from smiling.
`Thank you.'

`Latte, two sugars, okay?`

`Yeah, perfect.'

Leighton sipped his coffee as two crows stirred in the trees overhead. I
moved aside a he stepped inside. I shut the fly screen behind him, to let
the fresh air in.

`What's your regular?' he asked.

`Latte or cappuccino, but I don't mind a long black,' I replied, with
a yawn.

I had a taste, finding the flavour smooth and at the perfect temperature.

`Damn, that's good.'

`A good guess then.' He leant back against my bench and folded his
arms. `I didn't wake you, did I?'

`No, no.' I took another sip and savoured it. `Been up for about half
an hour.'

He sniggered, placing his coffee down behind him. I stood across from him
and pressed into my fridge with my shoulder.

`Good thing I waited then.'

`Oh?'

`It's always six o'clock for me, even on weekends. Work's turned me
into an early bird.'

`I wouldn't've cared if you woke me, just for the record.' I glanced
down at my feet and took a second before continuing. `Was just thinking
about you actually.'

`Oh yeah?'

A cheeky smirk emerged over his face.

`Yeah.' I edged toward him, wiping a bit of foam from the corner of his
moustache. `And here you are.'

            Our eyes locked as his hands found my waist and took hold.
Leighton smiled and leaned in.

`Here I am.'

We kissed, our lips grazing softly against each other's. I held the side
of his neck to steady myself as his right hand found the back of my head.
He spread his fingers, plunging them into my sandy-blonde hair.
Goosebumps shot down my back and I moaned. Our lips parted briefly. I put
my coffee down and Leighton kissed me with more force this time. I
wrapped both my arms around his back. He grunted. I opened my mouth and
let his probing tongue inside, while his free hand rubbed across my
torso, grazing one of my nipples. I recoiled and exhaled sharply, feeling
heat all over.

`Hello,' he said mischievously.

`Hello,' I replied, gasping for air.

            `Was thinkin' I could tackle those lawns.' He kissed me
again. `If you've got work you need to do?'

            `Oh yeah?'

            `Got nothin' better to do this morning.' He turned and
took another sip. `And, truth be told, I couldn't wait to see you
again.'

`Don't let me stop you,' I said, holding my hands up, opened-palmed,
with a smirk.

            Leighton downed his coffee and whacked the cup down on the
bench.

            `I'll grab my mower and make a start.' He pecked me on his
way to the door. `Be back in a sec.'

He went outside, closing the flyscreen behind him. I shook my head,
grinning sheepishly as I went to my desk and began taking notes from my
open textbook. But Leighton's touch rippled on, tingling throughout my
body in undulating waves of pleasure. I took a generous drink of coffee,
as if it might ground me. From outside, I heard a sharp metallic scrape,
then a flock of cockatoos screeching in the distance. Next came the
clunks and clatter of Leighton pushing the mower across the road. I could
tell by how far away the sound was that he was tackling my nature strip
first. The motor roared to a start, filling the air with a powerful
drone. My cock stirred. I cleared my throat and continued taking notes,
reading aloud to muster up some extra concentration.

I got down three pages' worth of notes, then put my pen down. The scent
of freshly-cut grass permeated throughout my bungalow and I inhaled it
deeply, immediately struck by a pang of nostalgia. Leighton was already
inside my gate, mowing the uneven section between my gate and door. I
finished off the coffee, finding it lukewarm, and walked over to the
window. He was right there, now shirtless beneath the sun, standing
firmly behind the lawn mower, legs slightly apart for balance, with a
slight lean forward. Sweat glistened, like melted diamonds, down his
tattooed back. There was a certain grace to his movements, a confidence
in his work, that left me in awe. With each stride and skilful manoeuvre,
he effortlessly transformed the unruly grass into a perfectly manicured
landscape. He was practically done, with only two more rows of overgrown
grass left. Our eyes met as he turned the mower around and started back
toward me. We exchanged grins and my heart started to race. Curiosity,
tinged with mild trepidation, compelled me toward the fridge. I took out
the two remaining beers and went outside to him. Once he saw me, he
turned off the mower. Though it was still morning, the sun was
blistering. I started sweating.

`Thought you might want these,' I said, holding a Melbourne Bitter out
toward him.

`Thanks,' he replied, taking it from me. `Thought I'd be able to beat
the heat.'

He twisted the top off and took a long, satisfying drink. My cock swelled
again. I inspected his body: tanned, toned, and covered in hair, noticing
a scar, low and pink, on the right side of his stomach.

`Fuck.' He took another swig and let out a satiated sigh. `I really
needed that.'

Some beer trickled into his beard just as I caught a whiff of his sweat.
I became quite hard and readjusted myself.

`Thanks so much for doing that.'

`Anytime.'

He moved forward, beer in hand, and kissed me. His body was wet and warm
in my grip, and I could taste the Melbourne Bitter in his mouth. I
pressed firmly against him, our cocks colliding hard. I grunted. Reading
my mind, he took another swig and kissed me again, the taste of beer even
stronger. Some even got in my mouth.

`That okay?' he asked.

`Mmm hmm.' I gripped his lower back and pulled him closer. `More?'

He took another mouthful and thrust his tongue deeper into my mouth, this
time passing more beer between our sealed lips. I swallowed and allowed
his tongue free reign in my mouth, digging my nails into his back.

`Somebody's excited,' he said in a gravelly tone. `And thirsty.'

`Can you blame me?'

`Nope,' he said, taking in more beer.

I received it in a kiss and swallowed it all down. He dug his hand down
my shirt and squeezed my left nipple with his cool fingertips. Starting
at his neck, I moved down his body in kisses, tasting beer, sweat and
salt. He poured some beer down his body and I licked and slurped it up as
it cascaded down him in foamy streams. Getting to his thick snail trail,
I fumbled until I undid the button of his jeans. He drank the remaining
beer and placed the bottle upright on the ground while I unzipped his
fly.

`Fuck,' he said, and let out a low, satisfied moan.

I tugged down on his pants until they were around his thighs and took in
the sight of him from where I was, looming over me, godlike and
glistening. As the aroma emanating from his grey jocks entered my
nostrils, I squeezed my own bulge. Leighton leant down and popped the cap
off of the last Melbourne Bitter.

`Open your mouth,' he ordered, and tipped some between my parted lips,
where it splashed down my chin and onto my shirt.

He looked down upon me with a serious expression as I ran my hand over
his bulge and into his sweaty thighs.

`You want to let it out, don't you?'

`Yes please.'

`Go on, then.'

I pulled his jocks down and his thick, erect cock bounced right in front
of my lips. I gripped the base with one hand and kissed the shaft, slowly
working my way up to the head.

`Ahh yeah.'

I pushed my tongue onto the tip of his head and licked away globs of
precum, then took the head of his cock in my mouth, flicking my tongue
around it hungrily.

`Shit, Aidan,' he said, rubbing my face with his free hand. `Hey.'

I looked up at him, squeezing myself hard. I knew what was coming. His
lustful gaze said it all.

`Open your mouth.'

I followed his command, leaving my mouth ajar on the tip of his cock. He
tipped beer on it, shaft to head, and it collected in my mouth. I drank
it down and sucked him clean, savouring the flavours, only wanting more.
Leighton cradled the bottle with his calloused hands and brought it to my
lips again, tilting more beer into my waiting mouth. A mingling of
sensations enveloped me--the unrelenting sun beating down, the tinge of
his sweat on my lips, the bitterness of the beer and the cool relief as
it cascaded down my throat.

`Good man. That's it,' he said.

I felt his grip behind my head tighten as I went down deeper on his cock,
feeling it reach my throat. He pulled my hair lightly and held my open
mouth on the edge of his cock again.

`And I thought I was thirsty,' he exclaimed, and poured more over his
cock.

I slurped it all down and it dribbled down my stubble and chin.

`Oh fuck!'

He let out a heaving moan and grabbed my head. Beer dripped down onto my
shirt and pants and the grass beneath me. The stench overwhelmed me,
making me leak precum. I undid my jeans and took out my aching cock,
opening my jaw wider until his cock was deep in my throat again. I
expected to gag, but didn't, and looked up, as if there might be some
kind of explanation Leighton might offer.

`You like my beer-covered cock, don't you?'

`Mmm hmm,' I said, bobbing up and down on it.

He tipped more Melbourne Bitter over his cock while it was in my mouth
and I, again, slurped it all down greedily.

`Keep your mouth open,' he ordered.

I swallowed and followed his instruction as he held the bottle's rim at
my lips and tipped slowly. Beer tingled along my tongue and pooled at the
back of my mouth until it was nearly overflowing. I couldn't help
myself. I swallowed, and once I had, Leighton was pouring over his cock
the last of what was in the bottle.

`Fuck, you've had it all already,' he remarked, with surprise and even
a hint of pride as he rubbed my chin over with his thumb.

`I love it.'

The words escaped my mouth, as if of their own volition. It was the beer,
it was Leighton, his body, his kiss, his generosity; everything. I took
his cock back in my mouth as he dropped the bottle and drove his fingers
into my hair, pushing until his whole cock was down my throat again. He
began thrusting in time with my bobbing and I finally gagged, but pressed
forward, to taste more of his precum.

`Damn,' Leighton called, thrusting harder. `Keep taking it. Oh,
Aidan.'

I grabbed onto his calves, bracing myself as he fucked my mouth with the
force I knew he'd had in him all along, the power I'd gleamed in our
short time together, a power I wanted -- needed -- to subsume.

`Ahh fucking Jesus Christ shit!'

He pulled my head against him and unleashed rope after rope into my
throat, which I swallowed down, ravenous. I hummed affirmatively as
Leighton's moans grew louder, reaching a primal depth that electrified
me. My own climax was fast approaching and, pulling on my cock faster, I
swallowed more of Leighton's cum as it leaked out. As I sprayed my load
down onto the lawn, I kept my lips sealed around Leighton's base until
he turned limp. Leighton lifted me to a stand and we collided in a kiss,
which grew softer as he stroked my face. He was still breathing heavily.

`Aidan.'

A knot formed in my gut; there was a sternness to his tone that threw me
off.

`Yeah?'

`No one's ever made me feel that way before.'

`Oh.' Relief washed over me and a huge grin emerged over my face.
`Really?'

`Really,' Leighton said, brushing loose strands of my hair behind my
ear.

`Well, you deserve it, Leighton. Honestly.'

`Ah, it's nothing.' Leighton smirked, pulling up his jocks and jeans.
`Much on for the rest of your day?'

`Just study.' I put my cock back in my pants and zipped them up. `Got
two exams coming up next week, then two the week after that.'

`You're going to crush them. I just know it.'

Leighton picked up the two empty bottles and, walking to the recycling
bin, tossed them in with a clang.

`What about tonight?' He grabbed his t-shirt that he'd hung over my
fence and draped it over his shoulder. `You busy, or..?'

He leant an arm on the fence and looked skyward, squinting.

`If I get what I need to get done, maybe. Why?' I said, reaching out to
his hand and playing with it, sensing a nervousness to him.

`Would you wanna go out with me?'

`Sure, yeah.' I cleared my throat. `Like a date?'

He let out a slow puff of air a gritted his teeth.

`Yeah. A date.'

`I'd love to.'

            `Sweet.' Leighton pushed off from the fence and gave an
enthusiastic nod. `I'll pick you up at 7, how's that sound?'

            `Sounds great.'

`Cool, I'll swing by then,' he said, scratching his back. `You better
get back to it.'

`I should probably shower first.'

Leighton snickered and went over to his lawn mower.

`Hey,' I called, coming up to him.

He turned around. I kissed him deeply, rubbing my hands along his coarse
beard, and he reciprocated, swirling my tongue with his, giving me a
final taste of beer.

`See you tonight,' he said with a satisfied, surprised look.

I went inside, to the bathroom, feeling giddy as I turned on the shower.
I undressed and climbed in. The warm water covered me, but it was nothing
compared to the excitement coursing through my veins for our date. It was
going to be more than any ordinary evening: a promise of something new,
something thrilling. I just knew it.


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