Chapter Eight

By the time they finished dinner, Shepherd

wanted nothing more than to go to the hotel next door, rent a room,

and sleep for about twelve hours. At the same time, he wanted to

climb into Brogan’s truck and see if they could get the cab

rocking, even though their blood test results would not be

available for a couple of days.

Brogan looked as tired as he felt, but also

had a gleam in his eyes that had him shifting in his seat, trying

to get his cock adjusted to a more comfortable position. Walking

out of here was going to be embarrassing if he didn’t calm the fuck

down.

He just didn’t know how.

He pulled out his wallet when the waitress

approached with their bill, intending to pay for dinner. It was the

least he could do since Brogan had bought breakfast and lunch, as

well as snacks and all the gas.

“Put that away,” Brogan ordered gently as he

pulled out the credit card that always seemed to be close at

hand.

“But …” Shepherd started, before Brogan cut

him off.

“The company buys meals, snacks, gas, and

hotel rooms,” Brogan said as he handed the waitress the card.

“But …”

“Hush, Hoss. The company pays.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” Shepherd said with a

grin and a salute.

“Smart ass.”

Once the bill was paid and Brogan left the

tip in cash, they left the restaurant and headed to the truck.

As they crossed the parking lot, Shepherd

realized he was nervous. While he had experienced giving head and

having sex, there was only one man in his history, and he had been

more interested in getting his rocks off than in teaching Shepherd

anything about sex between two men.

He hoped Brogan wouldn’t be too disappointed

when he found out.

“Okay, Hoss, we start by turning on the

light, securing the doors, and pulling the curtains.”

When he tried to help, Shepherd quickly

found out that Brogan had a system and he was just getting in the

way.

“Why don’t I just sit over here and let you

do your thing,” he said, sliding onto the bed and moving to the

back corner, well out of the way.

“Go ahead and take off your shoes and get

comfortable,” Brogan said as he pulled the curtains around to block

out the glare from the parking lot lights and other trucks that

were still active.

“Will there be trucks pulling in all night?”

Shepherd asked as he toed off his sneakers before pulling off his

socks and tucking them into his shoes. He then tucked them out of

the way so Brogan would not trip over them as he moved around the

small space.

“It should quiet down in a little bit,

though some teams prefer to run at night because that’s when you

have the road to yourself. We’ll get an early start, but the law

says I have to take ten hours off between shifts.”

“You’ve got to be exhausted,” Shepherd said

as the man turned his seat around to face the bed and then sat

down. “I’m tired, and I didn’t really do anything all day.”

Brogan smiled, his eyes once again with that

sexy gleam in them. A shiver of need ran through Shepherd and his

cock twitched, demanding to be free of his pants and dealt

with.

“I am tired, but I also know I won’t sleep

until we do something about this,” he said, cupping one hand over

the long, thick pole that was pushing at the front of the jeans he

had put back on after his shower. “By the bulge in your pants, I

have a feeling you’re in the same condition, aren’t you, Hoss?”

“Uh-huh,” Shepard said, moving his head up

and down while at the same time licking his lips as he watched

Brogan’s hand slowly move up and down the impressive length of his

cock.

“Why don’t you take off your clothes and get

really comfortable,” Brogan said, his voice a deep rumble that

mesmerized Shepherd.

Shepherd wiggled out of his clothes, his

eyes never leaving Brogan, who matched him move for move. In less

than a minute, they were both naked.

While he wanted to get himself off, as soon

as he saw Brogan’s cock, he was more interested in closing the

distance between them and tasting the log the man was packing

between his legs. He whimpered when the big man wrapped his hand

around the base and began stroking his hand up and down the

length.

Shepherd whimpered again, fighting the need

to crawl across the bed and down onto the floor so he could kneel

between the man’s legs and suck that monster dry.

“Want a taste?” Brogan asked as if he could

read his thoughts.

“Uh-huh.”

“First, I want to watch you jerk off. Then,

while you’re getting your second wind, you can come over here and

suck my cock. After that, we’ll curl up in the bed and cuddle while

we watch a movie. How does that sound?” Like he always did, Brogan

remained in control as he laid out their evening’s activities.

Though he wanted to object, Shepherd

realized he would be getting everything he wanted—to relieve the

ache in his balls and then suck on that magnificent cock.

As he studied Brogan, he decided to put on a

show. Might as well torture the man to show him how it felt.

Instead of going straight to working his cock, he grabbed one of

the pillows from the other side of the bed and stuffed it behind

him. He then shifted on the bed, sliding down a little. With his

knees bent and feet planted on the mattress, he spread them wide so

Brogan could hopefully see not only his cock, but also the winking

of his back hole.

Lifting his hands to his chest, he plucked

at his nipples.

Brogan’s moan filled the cab as he slowly

traced one hand down the center of his body.

“If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to

come without even touching myself and then you’ll miss out,” the

man said as he ran the tips of two finger along the underside of

his cock from tip to base.

“We can’t have that,” Shepherd murmured,

slowly wrapping his hand around the base of his cock.

Their moans harmonized as his own touch sent

him perilously close to the edge of sanity. He had to take a deep

breath and think about cold things to keep from blowing his top on

the first stroke. Snow. Icebergs. His father’s heart.

The last one jerked him back far enough that

he was able to begin sliding his hand up and down his cock.

“Slower, Hoss. Don’t want to think you’re a

two-pump chump.” Brogan shifted in his seat.

He moved slower, for a few strokes, but his

hand then acted as if it had a brain of its own. It moved faster

and faster, growing tighter and giving him every bit of stimulation

he needed. When his other hand reached down and fondled his balls,

which were already growing tight, there was no holding back.

Three more strokes and he screamed as his

orgasm pulsed out the tip of his cock, covering his chest and

belly. His brain fritzed out at the same time everything below his

nose went limp. All he could do was breathe, blink, and stare

across the bed toward where Brogan sat, his hands wrapped around

the arms of his captain’s chair.

When he thought he could move again, he

flopped over and then crawled across the bed. His complete focus

zeroed in on Brogan’s thick cock with the tip glistening with his

own pre-cum.

“Hang on, Hoss,” Brogan said as he pushed

from his chair.

“ No ,” Shepherd cried as the man went

into his gym bag and pulled out the wet washcloth they had shared

during their earlier showers.

The coolness felt good on his overheated

skin as Brogan wiped away his semen. It also brought his brain back

online so he could think past his own orgasm.

****

Brogan sat back down, careful not to put any

pressure on his own cock. He could only hope that he lasted a

little longer than his little hoss, but he wasn’t sure if that

would be possible. But this was the first of many nights he planned

for them to be together in this space, so it would be okay. He

would make it up to Shepherd once they got their test results

back.

He forced himself to sit still while

Shepherd slowly lowered himself to the floor and then crawled over

and up the front of the chair between his legs. The man was like a

cat, all sinewy grace and effortless motion.

“Relax, big boy,” the kneeling man murmured

after dragging his tongue over his balls and up the underside of

his cock.

“I’m not sure I can,” he said softly,

gripping the armrests tighter in order to keep from wrapping his

hands around Shepherd’s head and guiding him up and down his

cock.

He was determined to allow the man time to

play, tease, torture, or whatever else he wanted to do. Brogan had

never thought of himself as a dominant man, but right now he wanted

nothing more than to jam his cock as deep into that sweet mouth as

he could get.

Instead, he focused on breathing and keeping

himself from driving his hips upward as Shepherd lifted his cock

from where it rested against his lower belly. That lasted until he

swirled his tongue around the top with a soft moan of

appreciation.

“So good,” Shepard whispered before covering

the head and sucking lightly.

“Now I’m afraid I’m going to be a two-pump

chump. It’s been too long and you are so damn delectable.”

Shepherd didn’t respond. He just slid his

mouth up and down the top half of Brogan’s cock. His tongue swirled

and stroked as he took as much of him in as he could. One hand

wrapped around the exposed portion of cock and stroked it as he

moved up and down. His other hand gently rolled his balls as if

they were a pair of dice he was fondling.

Brogan’s entire body grew tight as he

panted, hoping to hold off another few seconds. But that was not

possible. The man’s sweet mouth and hands were just too much to

deny.

He roared his release as his hips canted up

from the chair once, twice, and then on the third time his seed

poured out of him and into Shepherd’s waiting mouth.

When the flood slowed and stopped, he

collapsed into his chair, easily understanding how Shepherd had

felt just moments before. He watched the man as he swallowed down

his seed and then go to work licking his cock clean.

“God, Hoss, that was amazing,” he said, his

words as fuzzy around the edges as he felt.

Shepherd giggled. “I thought so, too. We’re

going to have to try that … and more … again.”

“And more and more and more,” Brogan agreed

on a sigh. “For now, I think we need to crawl in, curl up, and get

some sleep.”

Shepherd leaned up and brushed a kiss on his

lips. “Sounds like a plan to me.”