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  Just as that thought hit him, the zipper connected and Jonas said, “Now pull.”

  Kenny reluctantly lowered his hands and pulled the two ends of the chaps together. The zipper slid all the way to the bottom of the chaps. Jonas stood up. Kenny remained on his knees, looking up into the handsome bearded face smiling down on him. Kenny moved his gaze to the bulging denim just in front of his mouth. He felt a gentle pressure on the back of his head. He looked up again.

  “Go ahead…it’s okay,” said the deep baritone that felt like a hand stroking his cock.

  Kenny pressed his mouth on the mound of fabric before him. He reached around, grabbed the muscular cheeks of that beautiful ass, and kneaded them with all his strength. He chewed and kneaded, satisfying his deep desire he had for man-to-man sex.

  “Here, let me,” Jonas said, his voice tender, sensual and urgent at the same time. He reached down and started to unzip his fly.

  “No,” Kenny said. His voice was equally as tender.

  “No?” Jonas sounded dismayed.

  “Not here.” From somewhere deep inside him, Kenny felt he wanted this to mean more than just a quick tryst on a bathroom floor. “I live behind the station. We’ll go there.” He stood.

  Jonas took him in his arms and kissed him. Kenny had never been kissed by a man. All his previous encounters had been just oral and anal. He had fantasized about it, thought it would be something he would want. It was heaven. He leaned into the kiss, parting his lips, allowing Jonas’ tongue to enter his mouth. He sucked that tongue and licked its smooth underside. Then he probed it with his own, creating an intimate dance between the two organs.

  When they parted, Jonas said, “Lead on, McDuff.”

  “Huh?” Kenny asked, not understanding.

  Jonas laughed gently, a sound that stroked Kenny’s soul once more.

  “Show me where to go,” he said.

  “No one knows I’m…uh…gay, so you go around back, all the way around the station. The door’s on the back of the garage. I’ll meet you there in just a minute.”

  Jonas pulled Kenny into his arms and kissed him again. When they parted, Kenny smiled at him and felt a surge of warm affection flow through his body, something he had never felt before in any sexual encounter.

  The two men stepped out into the sunshine. Kenny pointed the way to the back of the establishment. When Jonas disappeared around the corner, Kenny turned and, adjusting his dick in his jeans, walked to the convenience store. He stuck his head inside.

  “Hey, Sal?”

  “Yep?” came the reply.

  “It’s pretty quiet. I’m gonna go to my place and take a little snooze. You okay with that?”

  “Sure, Kenny. Where’s the guy with the bike?”

  Shit! The bike! It’s still in the bay! “Uh…it needed a little more work than I figured at first. So he called a friend and left it here to be worked on.”

  “Didn’t hear no one come in,” Sally said indifferently.

  “Uh…well, he’s gone so…” Kenny fumbled.

  “Okay, then. I’ll call ya if I need ya.”

  “Thanks, Sal.” Then Kenny had another panicky thought. “Where’s Ben?”

  “He’s gone uptown to the bank, then home for lunch. Said he won’t be back today. Said you should close up.”

  Relieved, Kenny thanked Sally again.

  “Hey, no problem. Have a nice nap.”

  Kenny walked on past the open bays, nodded to a customer gassing up at one of the pumps, looked fondly at the Harley sitting where he had left it, and went around the corner to his apartment. At the door he hesitated, savoring the anticipation. Finally he was going to have sex with a man…right here in Podunk, USA. Life was good.

  Kenny walked into the living room. It was empty. He panicked momentarily and then remembered he’d just seen the Harley in the garage. Looking down at the floor, he saw the vest. Just beyond that was a pair of black boots, then the chaps they had just struggled to get on. Jeans followed next, and finally a pair of leopard bikini underwear just outside the closed bedroom door. Kenny picked up the briefs and pressed them against his nose and mouth. He chewed them, kissed them, and inhaled their scent.

  Pushing the door open, Kenny saw a naked Jonas lying on his stomach on the bed. Duke was stretched out next to him. Kenny smiled.

  “Hope this is what you had in mind,” the biker said, looking up at his host.

  “You bet it is,” Kenny said, walking toward the bed, sliding his jeans off his hips as he did. He sat on the edge, took off his shoes and pushed the jeans to the floor. Duke’s tail thumpthumped the bed.

  Kenny looked at the man’s beautiful body that lay next to him. Jonas had taken off his bandana. He was bald except for a close cropped fringe of hair ending in that short ponytail. The effect was perfect.

  Letting his gaze sweep Jonas’ body, Kenny took in the muscular, V-shaped torso. He lay his hand on the back of Jonas’ thick leg and gazed at the gorgeous ass covered in a light coating of short, black hair. Kenny took a deep breath. He felt his cock strain against the white cotton briefs.

  Jonas rolled onto his side and opened his arms. Kenny looked at the chiseled chest and the ridged stomach with its dense mat of hair culminating in a thick, tangled triangle. Rising out of that nest was a wide, uncut cock. Just that quick glance made Kenny’s mouth water. Below he could see two massive balls. He immediately knew he couldn’t fit both in his mouth at once, but he also knew he was going to try. Kenny ordered a protesting Duke to the floor.

  Shifting his gaze to Jonas’ face, he took a deep breath and sank into the man’s embrace. This was different…different from anything he had ever experienced before. In the past it had all been raw sex—get as much as he could, cum, and go on his way. Jonas held Kenny tenderly, kissing him, pressing his body against him. Jonas seemed to relish every sensation, every touch.

  “Hey, Kenny Raymond,” Jonas said, “you are one beautiful man. I could really fall for a guy like you.”

  Kenny felt a thrill go through his body. I could really fall for a guy like you. The words ricocheted off the walls of his mind. He had never contemplated man-to-man sex as an act of falling for someone. That phrase meant love. Was that what Jonas was saying…that he could fall in love with him?

  “You are so fuckin’ beautiful,” Jonas was continuing as he kissed and caressed Kenny’s face and neck.

  Kenny just breathed in this new experience and surrendered to the arousal that engulfed him.

  Jonas slowly began to kiss, lick, and suck his way down to Kenny’s chest. His tongue slid like silk over the smooth, hairless chest. He came to a nipple. “Oh, God,” Jonas moaned as he took the hard nub in his mouth, sucking, biting, licking.

  Kenny felt electricity shoot to his throbbing, hard dick. He thought he was going to cum just from that stimulation alone. Then Jonas shifted to the other tit. Again came the ministrations that drove Kenny wild with pleasure, desire, and feelings he had never associated with man-to-man sex. He ran his fingers over Jonas’ head and whispered his name.

  The biker didn’t stop there; he laved his way down the hard, firm stomach to the fringe of soft, nearly white pubic hair. Kenny’s hard prick, tall, slender, oozing pre-cum, rose to meet the hungry mouth that swallowed it to the base. Kenny was nearly ten inches long. How Jonas managed to fully take in that organ was beyond Kenny’s imagination. But he did, over and over from tip to base, burying his face in the scant nest of blond hair.

  Then Jonas knelt between Kenny’s legs and raised them, grasping Kenny’s ankles. He took both Kenny’s nuts in his mouth and rolled them on his tongue. He licked the space between them and Kenny’s ass, and finally plunged his tongue into the puckered, pink hole. Kenny nearly bucked off the bed.

  He could feel Jonas’ cock trace the crack of his ass, feel the wet, slippery pre-cum coating the groove. He braced himself for the penetration he expected was coming. He had always been a top, but he would bottom for this man if that’s what Jonas wanted.
Kenny didn’t know what he was supposed to do. He held his breath and waited.

  “No, baby. I’m not gonna top you,” the rich deep voice said as its owner bent and kissed him. “That’s your job.”

  Jonas rolled off to one side and pulled Kenny on top of him. “I’m yours, sweet man. Do with me as you want.”

  Kenny kissed him. As he did, he pressed his chest against the deep, firm, hair-shrouded nipples. Quickly, caressing and kissing along the way, he slid down until he grazed on the lush growth of hair at the base of the thick cock. He took the throbbing organ in his mouth, pushing back the foreskin as he did. He had never had a dick this big in his mouth before, never wanted so badly to make it part of him. He rolled Jonas on his side and curled his body around so that his chest pressed against the firm ass cheeks, Jonas’ legs on either side of Kenny’s head. Jonas reached down and stroked Kenny’s cock and caressed his balls.

  Kenny felt Jonas coming close to shooting, so he backed off. He lowered his mouth until he was nuzzling the ample balls. First he sucked one, then the other, trying to take them both in his mouth but failing. He settled for kissing and caressing them, trying to show his appreciation, admiration and, yes, affection.

  Kenny rolled Jonas completely over on his side. He lifted Jonas’ leg and chewed and licked his ass, his crack, the pucker. Over and over he licked, probed, kissed, his cock throbbing, demanding union.

  Finally when he couldn’t stand it any longer, he shifted position just as Jonas cried, “God, Ken, I need you. Fuck me.”

  Spooning from behind, his chest pressed against the biker’s muscular back, Kenny pushed the tip of his dick against the entrance to Jonas’s body. Briefly he thought, Rubber. He had none. He hadn’t needed any since coming back home. Shit!

  It was as if Jonas had read his mind.

  “On the bedstand,” Jonas said hoarsely. “I put one there.”

  Kenny looked and saw the foil package. He reached for it, tore it open, and rolled its contents onto his lengthy cock. Good thing Jonas had provided a Magnum.

  Kenny slid himself into Jonas. When he had impaled his mate to the base of his long, hard cock, he lay still, letting Jonas adjust.

  “Fuck me,” the biker said in the tender, gentle, deep voice that spoke to Kenny’s soul.

  And he did. It was heaven. Sensations and emotions Kenny had never felt in all the casual sex he had had in the city swept over him. For an eternity, the men soared in union with one another.

  Finally, when he could ward it off no longer, Kenny moaned, “I love you, Jonas,” and climaxed over and over into the latex barrier that kept his sperm separate from the man’s begging body.

  When Kenny was spent, they lay still with bodies entwined for several minutes. Then he pulled out. Jonas turned over onto his back. Kenny bent and took the biker’s rigid cock in his mouth. With demonic speed, he brought Jonas to an intense orgasm, relishing the taste of the cum that filled his mouth and dribbled down his chin.

  Kenny crawled up and lay on his side. Jonas turned toward him. The two men stared into each other’s eyes. They pulled each other close and kissed. Kenny wanted desperately to repeat the words of love he’d expressed when the two were joined together, but couldn’t. He wanted desperately to hear them from this man who, two hours earlier, had been a stranger and now was loved. But he didn’t. They just lay looking into each other’s eyes until they drifted off to sleep.

  Sometime later, they woke up.

  Jonas smiled into Kenny’s face. “I guess I better be goin’.”

  Kenny didn’t trust his voice. Not only had he found the sex he’d needed, he’d found so much more. Kenny had found love. Love he had heretofore not even considered could exist. So he merely nodded.

  They got up and dressed, Kenny once again helping zip the tight chaps, this time with a feeling of quiet despair. At the door, they stopped.

  “This was really special,” Jonas said, taking Kenny in his arms and kissing him.

  Again, Kenny was at a loss for words. How could he tell this man he didn’t want to lose him? That he wanted to find some way for them to be together? But how? He didn’t know him at all, who he was, where he lived, nothing except he had a little dog named Harley that he missed. The only thing Kenny knew for sure was that he loved him, loved him with a feeling of desperation at the thought they might never see each other again.

  “Yeah, it was special for me, too,” was all Kenny said.

  They walked out into the sunshine. Jonas stopped at the bike. “How much do I owe you?”

  “Nothin’,” Kenny answered. “On the house.” He smiled a weak smile.

  Jonas smiled back. “Thanks, man.” He clapped Kenny on the shoulder.

  Kenny’s heart melted.

  Jonas mounted the Harley, put on his helmet, started the engine, and saluted Kenny. Then he turned and, with a roar, drove off down the two-lane blacktop country road.

  Kenny stood watching until the figure of the man on a bike disappeared around a curve in the highway. He felt something push against his hand—Duke.

  He dropped to his knees and buried his face in Duke’s warm neck. Kenny fought the tears that demanded release. He had only cried twice in his adult life that he could remember—at the funerals of his parents. Now here he was—fighting to control himself over the sudden realization that love existed between men, and the pain at its equally abrupt loss.

  For the rest of the afternoon, Kenny wandered around the garage aimlessly. His mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. But he knew something now he hadn’t that morning when he had looked at the tousled hair in the mirror. Men could love one another. It didn’t just have to be sex. There was more. And someday, somehow, he would find that. Once he got out of here, that is. No one could find that kind of love here in Nowheresville.

  Kenny took a deep breath. He closed the bays and shut down the pumps. Then he said goodnight to Sally as she closed up and left. As he walked back to the apartment, he heard an engine.

  He looked up and, there, coming toward him, was a bike—a shiny Harley, with a rider all dressed in black. Kenny stopped and stood still, holding his breath.

  The cycle came to a stop in front of Kenny. The rider got off, walked up to him, and smiled. Kenny’s heart stood still.

  “I forgot something,” the biker said.

  Kenny raised his eyebrows in question, afraid to say anything.

  The man took Kenny in his arms, kissed him and said, in the voice that had previously touched Kenny’s very soul, “You.”

  THE END

  ABOUT TERRY O’REILLY Terry O’Reilly is a retired school teacher living a quiet life in the Midwest with his three dogs and his horse. He began writing several years ago at the urging of a friend and fellow author. He has books available through several publishers, including Amber Allure Press, Aspen Mountain Press, eXcessica Publishing, and JMS Books LLC. Writing has become an important part of his life, allowing him to explore his own thoughts, needs, and feelings, as well as learn about other cultures and eras as he researches his stories.

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