Chapter Ten

Shepherd spent the day roughing out sketches

for the new book. Once they were off the road and he had a table

that did not vibrate, he would do the final pictures. At the same

time, he was mentally working on a second story that he would jot

down at some point during the day.

Being on the road like this allowed him

plenty of time to get to know Brogan, and also gave him big blocks

of time to work on his writing and art that he normally wouldn’t

have. Since being elected to the senate, his father demanded he

live at home. At the same time, he refused to allow Shepherd to

follow his passion of writing and illustrating children’s books.

Shepherd had to work late at night or early in the morning when the

senator was out, or sleeping. He also had to hide all evidence that

he had a career beyond being the senator’s son. Otherwise, his

father would have everything destroyed.

Within two weeks of moving in with his

father, he had come up with a work routine that allowed him to

produce his work on a fairly steady basis. He also rented a small

climate-controlled storage unit to hold the bins of his

work-related paperwork and copies of his published books. There was

no evidence of his bestselling author status in his room at the

senator’s house.

And he hated it.

But that was the past. With his father

getting rid of him, he was now free to do what he wanted, when he

wanted … at least once he figured out where he was going to

live.

It had not been hard to discover that Brogan

was a creature of habit. He stopped at the same truck stops for

gas, food, or breaks to walk around the parking lot and do jumping

jacks or push ups to get the blood flowing again.

The man also had a widely eclectic taste in

music, ranging from hard rock and classical to country and 80s

bubblegum pop. He seemed to like everything except jazz. Shepherd

enjoyed all types of music, so they were compatible in more ways

than one.

When Brogan’s phone rang, Shepherd barely

paid attention. He had taken several phone calls as they barreled

down the road, most of them from Sam related to business. Something

about this one caught his attention, and he looked at Brogan as he

finished the call.

“Yes, thank you for calling,” he said before

hanging up.

Brogan then looked at him with a wide grin

on his face.

“What’s up?”

“We’re both clean and healthy with no

diseases,” he said casually, though his grin turned into a

leer.

“Yay!” Shepherd cheered as Brogan’s

attention turned back to the road. “Does that mean we can have sex

now?”

“Not right now, but we can tonight, as long

as you’re still interested.”

“Oh, I am. I am definitely interested,”

Shepherd said, reaching into his jeans and shifting his expanding

cock to a more comfortable position. “I’m just not sure I’ll be

able to wait until then.”

“Since I have to, you have to,” Brogan said,

adjusting his own cock before returning his hand to the wheel.

Shepherd tried returning to his own work but

was having a hard time visualizing the truck driving bear hero of

the story. Instead, he flipped to a clean page and pulled out one

of the mechanical pencils he used for initial sketches. Closing his

eyes for a few seconds, he drew the image he saw when he closed his

eyes. And it had nothing to do with trucks or trucker bears or

children.

It was an image of a naked Brogan, lying on

his side with one arm bent and a hand propping up his head.

Shepherd’s face burned as he worked his way from broad shoulders

down his body to his hips and legs.

“What are you drawing?”Brogan’s

question jolted him out of his creative brain.

He pulled the sketchbook into his chest so

the other man couldn’t see the drawing that was turning out way

more lifelike than he thought it would. “Nothing much.”

Brogan smirked at him. “And that’s why your

face is all red and you’re hiding the picture? Because you’re not

drawing anything?”

Shepherd giggled but nodded. “Yeah,

exactly.”

They both knew he was lying, but Shepherd

was not sure how Brogan would react to being the subject of a

drawing. Especially when he was naked.

“Show me,” Brogan said, his head turning

from Shepherd to the road and back again.

“It’s not finished.” Shepherd used the

excuse he always did when people wanted to see his work before he

was ready to show it.

“I don’t care. I want to see what you’ve

done so far.”

Shepherd pulled the sketchbook away and

studied it for a moment. “I don’t normally let anyone see my work

before it’s finished, so don’t be too harsh in your criticism.”

He slowly turned it around so Brogan could

see. His cock twitched and his back hole clenched as he waited for

the other man’s thoughts. He thought it was a pretty good likeness,

and would be better once he finished. But Brogan’s opinion was more

important than his own.

The trucker turned his head to look at the

sketch and then turned back to the road. He did this several times

without expression. Shepherd wondered if he should toss the picture

out the window.

Brogan finally reacted, and his words

shocked Shepherd. “That’s amazing. So lifelike. We’re going to take

a long lunch break because there’s no way I’m going to be able to

keep my hands off you until tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, Hoss. That picture is amazing,

but you can’t show it to anyone else. That is for our eyes

only.”

Shepherd nodded. “I can agree to that. And I

think a long lunch break is a great idea, too.”

****

It took another hour before Brogan found

what he was looking for. The rest stop was small and out of the

way. Most people drove on past without stopping. He pulled in and

parked as far from the highway as he could get.

“We’re going to have to be quiet or someone

will come snooping,” he said as he twisted his seat around. “Take

off your shoes and jeans, Hoss. This isn’t the way I wanted, but I

need you too bad to wait another six hours.

“Okay,” Shepherd said as he turned his seat

as well. He sounded breathless, but Brogan could tell from the

bulge in his pants that he was as excited as well.

He watched as the little man quickly toed

off his sneakers, then stood and shoved his jeans down, stepping

out of them.

Brogan pushed his jeans down past his knees

as he moved to sit on the side of the bed. He leaned over and

grabbed one of the boxes of condoms, then the lube. Opening the

box, he tore one square from the strip. In the next seconds, he had

the packet open and was sucking a breath to keep from blowing his

load as he rolled the tube over his cock.

Shepherd stood in front of him, shifting

from foot to foot nervously. He was too nervous for a man who had

been flirting with him since their first meeting.

“How long has it been since you’ve been

fucked?”

Shepherd’s entire face turned pink as he

mumbled, “My whole life.”

That had Brogan stopping in his tracks.

“You’re a virgin?”

The little man shrugged. “I’ve watched porn

and what we did yesterday, but yeah, I’ve never been fucked.”

Brogan groaned as he rubbed a hand up and

down his belly, pushing his shirt out of the way. “Then maybe we

should wait until tonight so I can prepare you properly. I’m not

small and I don’t want to hurt you.”

He was stunned when the half-naked man

spread his legs and slapped his hands on his hips. “You got me all

excited and now you don’t want to? That’s not very nice. Not nice

at all. Maybe I like a little pain with my pleasure, you don’t

know.”

Brogan couldn’t help but chuckle as the man

fought for what he wanted. “Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Like a little pain with your pleasure?”

“I don’t know. I might. We won’t know unless

you fuck me, will we?”

Brogan wanted to argue, but he wanted to

fuck his road buddy even more. “All right, turn around, spread your

legs, bend over, and put your hands on the seat of my chair.”

“We’re going to do it standing up?”

“No, but I’m also not going to just slam

into you without at least stretching you a little. Now do as I

said, or we’ll be getting back on the road sooner rather than

later,” Brogan said, still wondering if this was such a good

idea.

Before he could finish giving voice to the

threat, Shepherd had whirled around and taken the position he

demanded.

Brogan’s cock twitched as he opened the lube

and squeezed a generous amount onto three of his fingers.

Spreading Shepherd’s ass, he used one finger

to swipe the greasy stuff over and around his back hole. He then

eased a single finger through the pucker, taking his time to slide

the entire digit forward. Shepherd sucked in a breath before

releasing it on a moan as his muscles clenched around the

invader.

Brogan took his time moving the finger in

and out before adding a second one and starting the process all

over again. By the time he added the third and worked the man’s

muscles until they loosened, they were both panting for breath.

“Please, please, please. Please fuck me

now.” Shepherd begged as he shifted back and forth, fucking himself

on Brogan’s fingers.

Brogan eased his fingers out and then sat

back on the bed. “Come here, Hoss.”

He helped Shepherd to straddle his lap

facing him. Once the man was comfortable, Brogan took hold of his

hips and lifted him until he could use one hand to notch the head

of his cock into the tiny pucker.

“Okay, Hoss, it’s your show now. Take your

time and slide down,” Brogan said, holding his hips and guiding him

down his cock.

He gasped a breath when the man dropped his

body, taking all of him in at once.

“Oh shit,” they breathed together.

Brogan had a feeling his eyes were as wide

as Shepherd’s at the sudden action. “Why did you do that?” he

asked.

The little man shrugged again. “I was tired

of waiting. I wanted to get fucked and it was taking too long.”

Brogan could not help the chuckle that burst

out of him. Leaning forward, he gave the man a wet, sloppy kiss as

a way of giving his ass time to adjust to its invader. “Well, now

you have an ass full of cock. Get busy and ride, Hoss.”

Shepherd rose, not stopping until only his

head remained inside. Then he lowered himself again. Repeating the

movement, he moved a little faster with each stroke. And each

stroke drove Brogan closer and closer to the release he had been

needing. The previous evening’s games were fine, but this was what

he had needed since first meeting the handsome artist.

When he was certain that Shepherd was

comfortable with what he was doing, he released his hips and leaned

back. Using one hand to hold himself up, he reached between them

and wrapped his hand around the hard cock between their bellies. He

moved his hand in unison with Shepherd’s movements up and down his

cock.

It only took a half dozen strokes before he

was fighting the need to drive up into the warm, wet channel that

surrounded him. Tightening his hold, he watched Shepherd’s face,

determined the man would peak before he did. But he was only a few

strokes away.

The sounds they were making just added to

the sexy scene playing out. Forcing himself to sit back up

unassisted, he wrapped his free hand around Shepherd’s neck. The

last thing they needed was for someone to hear screaming and come

to investigate.

“Come for me, Hoss,” he said as he continued

jacking the thick cock in his hand.

When they stopped for the night, he would

see if Shepherd would like to fuck him, though he had not bottomed

for anyone in years. For this man, he would willingly do

anything.

“Gonna,” Shepherd managed to get out before

his cock jerked and spurted, covering them both with his seed.

“Shit yes,” Brogan said, slamming their lips

together to muffle their cries.

With the muscles closing down around him,

Brogan’s orgasm slammed through him like a freight train, blasting

out of his balls and up his cock in waves of pure heat.

The kiss continued though Shepherd’s

movements grew uncoordinated until he finally settled down fully

over Brogan’s cock. Then he sort of melted until he was leaning

hard against Brogan with his head resting on his shoulder.

It was several minutes before he roused and

lifted his head. “That was amazing. It is always like that?”

Brogan swallowed and blinked, trying to find

his words. “Only with someone very, very special.”

“Guess that means I’ll have to keep you,

because I don’t think I’ll ever find anyone as special as you.”

Brogan wanted to argue, but licked his lips

and instead whispered, “Sounds like a plan to me. Now, let’s get

cleaned up and back on the road.”

Shepherd gave him a salute and a grin before

easing off his cock.