Good morning, Story Orgiasts! And welcome to the first of FIVE Road Trip story posts, hot smexy reads intended to capture that summer road trip feeling. My story was inspired by the prompts sent in by Myristica Onenine: workaholic businessman, travel west coast to east coast, flash flood. From those three items I came up with a story titled Cross Country Foreplay. I can’t wait for you to meet Brady and Preston, but first, some announcements.
Breathless Press has opened a new website– it’s shiny and pretty and just in time for the celebration of their third year as a publisher. To celebrate BP’s Birthday and the new website, Havan and Lee have some short free reads available for download. They release on August 1, but you can pre-order them now. And did you get the fact that they are FREE?! Lee’s story, Nothing to Forgive, is HERE. And Havan’s Lucky Night, is HERE.
And, this Friday, Lee Brazil’s Naughty Nursery Rhyme, It’s Simple, Simon releases exclusively from Breathless Press. You can pre-order your copy today HERE.
Finally … Though the Road Trip Serial Anthology starts today, your Story Orgy writers are ALWAYS planning ahead! We’re drafting something very special for the December holiday season- and we’d love to have your prompts. What we need from you is just a few words…a person (not a name), a place, and a thing…at least one item should be holiday related…for example…
place- bank lobby
thing- gingerbread man
That’s it. Your prompts could be selected to inspire a story for Volume 2 of And The Prompt Is, The Holiday Edition.
Feel free to leave your suggestion in a comment here, or email it to storyorgy(at)ymail(dot)com.
Whew! Okay, that’s it! Time to start the station wagon and hit the open road! Thanks to the amazing Startled Monkeys Media for the cover to our Road Trip edition ebook. Whew! That’s a long, hot stretch of open road!
Cross Country Foreplay
Story Orgy Road Trip, Part One
by Hank Edwards
“Brady? You awake?”
The voice drilled into Brady’s dream, chasing away the image of the nude, hot, hung guy Brady had been about to suck off. He rubbed his eyes, squinted against the bright white sun, and looked around. Yep, it was all as he left it before drifting off to sleep — trapped in a van driving cross country with none other than Preston Brissett, otherwise known as Bald Spot Brissett, or BSB to the rest of the guys Brady worked with at Techmagine.
Brady yawned and sat up higher in the passenger seat. His mouth tasted like sand, which was hardly a surprise, seeing as how they were driving through the desert. He rubbed his eyes some more and then made himself turn his head toward the driver’s side, trying to force the graphic images of his dream out of his mind.
Preston glanced over and grinned at him. The man’s dark blond hair was kind of long for such a prominent bald spot in back, and he was a little heavier than he should be. A neatly trimmed goatee surrounded his mouth, and the sunlight through the windshield sparkled in his blue eyes.
“Welcome back to the land of the wakeful,” Preston said. “Gas station up ahead. Need a pee break?”
Brady looked away and nodded. Preston was a cheerful driver, and Brady was still trying to wake up from his nap. “Yeah. A break would be good.”
The gas station was the typical highway rest stop: an acre of concrete, rows of pumps huddling from the sun beneath an aluminum overhang, and tackily dressed tourists wandering bleary-eyed through the heat from the air conditioned interiors of their cars to the air conditioned interior of the building.
Preston eased the van up alongside a pump and flashed Brady a tentative smile. “I’ll pay for the gas. Think you might want to drive for a while?”
Brady shrugged. “Sure. Where are we?”
“Just crossed the state line into Arizona.” Preston held up his cell phone, the exact same model as Brady’s. “I thought we’d take I-40 through Arizona and New Mexico, if that’s okay with you? You were asleep and I just made the decision. Better to beg for forgiveness rather than ask for permission, right?”
“Yeah, sure,” Brady said, “whatever.” He opened the door and the dry heat sucked the moisture from his mouth. It was like stepping into a blast furnace. Brady let out a gasp and hurried to the doors of the station.
After using the restroom, Brady opened a cooler door and grabbed a few Red Bulls for himself. He started for the register, but caught a glimpse of Preston cleaning the bugs off the windshield, a line of sweat staining the back of his shirt, and he stopped. It was still tough for Brady to realize that just two days ago he and Preston had been lured into the office of Cameron Rooke, founder and CEO of Techmagine. Cameron had talked to them about the importance of flexibility for start-up companies, especially tech companies, and how positive word of mouth was the fastest path to true growth.
Brady had nodded along, tried to look invested in the conversation, but his mind was darting around like a hummingbird on crack. He was in the CEO’s office, having a conversation with Cameron Rooke himself! Brady managed to get his thoughts under control and zoned in on Cameron’s words again. He didn’t know what Cameron was leading up to, he just knew the CEO had selected him out of the entire, hungry office staff for a special project, and he was going to jump at it no matter how many late nights it took.
Then Cameron had dropped the bomb about the client in Boston, as in Massachusetts – as in across the fucking country – and their request for personal training on the Techmagine system. It was a great opportunity, and he knew that Brady and Preston were the right team to get it done and get it done right. Because they would need to set up an entire classroom of equipment for training, they needed to drive a van loaded down with computers. It was going to take three days to drive there, a week to complete the training, and three more days to drive home.
All that time spent with Preston right at his side.
Brady didn’t know if he should be excited or annoyed at the opportunity. He had always thought Preston was sexy in his own way, a fact he would never tell any of the other coders he worked with, especially not Phillip Holt, who had coined the nickname BSB. It was a mean name, and Phillip was a mean person through and through, but Brady didn’t want the guy to know his thoughts about Preston, good or bad. Truth was, Brady had never really considered Preston as a sexual person. The guy wore baggy khakis and button-down shirts to the office with a few ties that he changed up every now and then.
Brady turned back to the cooler and stood looking at the drink selection. Preston liked a specific flavor of Vitamin Water, but what was it? Brady let his gaze roam the bottles and colors, then finally remembered. He had been watching porn on his computer while he waited for Preston to show up, and when he had gotten in the van the name of the drink had made him think of the scene he’d just watched and he blushed: Vitamin Water XXX.
He grabbed three bottles of XXX out of the cooler, paid for the drinks, then crossed the blazing heat of the concrete lot to the van where Preston was just grabbing the gas receipt out of the pump.
“Grabbed you some drinks,” Brady said, and reached in the bag to pull one out. “This the right flavor?”
Preston looked at him and, if Brady wasn’t seeing things, he actually blushed.
“Oh, that was nice. Yeah… Yes, that’s the flavor I like.” Preston stood looking at him for a moment, then jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the gas station. “I’ll just go in and use the restroom, then we can go. Gas is paid for.”
“Yeah, okay, sounds good.” Brady gestured. “I’ll pull over here to free up the pump.”
“Good idea,” Preston said and nodded a few times before turning to hurry to the station.
Brady watched him go, smirked at the sunlight that gleamed off the sheen of sweat coating his bald spot. BSB was a mean name, but it did fit. Had to give Phillip props for creativity. Then Brady’s gaze automatically dropped to check out BSB’s ass, surprised to find it a meaty, high, rounded swell beneath his jeans.
Looked like BSB worked out, something Brady and the other young guys at the office never imagined for the guy since they couldn’t tell it beneath his baggy khakis. Brady watched a moment longer, then got in the van, and pulled off to the side to wait for his passenger.
Preston leaned down at the bathroom sink and splashed cold water on his face. He looked up into the mirror, right into the reflected blue of his eyes, and tried to will himself to calm the fuck down.
But how could he calm down when here he was, traveling cross-country with Brady Sparrow, the hottest guy he worked with at Techmagine? It was crazy, really, how it all came about. Cameron and Preston had met years ago at another company and hit it off. When Cameron had left that company to start Techmagine, he’d asked Preston to come with him, and Preston had been employee number two. Now they were up to eighty-seven employees, and Preston was doing just what he loved to do: crunching code and solving problems for people.
Cameron had offered him some fancy titles the past few years as they built the company, but Preston had been happy right where he was. He didn’t need a corner office and a VP after his name. Cameron took care of him financially, and Preston took care of things in the cube farm. He liked to sit right in the middle of all the developers, hearing them talk back and forth over the cube walls about problems and user interface issues. So many issues were solved right there on the development team floor, it really gave Preston a sense of accomplishment.
But never had he dreamed he’d end up on a trip like this, driving across the country, able to see all the historic spots and landmarks along the way. And never, ever, did he dare to dream he’d be doing it with someone as hot as Brady. Preston shook his head and turned to the urinal. He tried not to think about Brady’s full lips, thick, dark hair styled to look like he’d just rolled out of bed, and those cool blue eyes. Not when he was trying to pee, at least. Instead, Preston closed his eyes and thought about the drive ahead, the long stretches of highway that lay before them.
Preston had always dreamed of taking a cross-country road trip. He wanted to see the sites of America, watch the farmlands roll by, stop at roadside diners and talk with people who did so much more than Preston to keep the engine of the country running. And now, here he was, doing just that, and with Brady Sparrow in the seat beside him.
While he washed his hands, Preston thought some more about Brady. Not the physical stuff, that was too easy, but about the man’s work ethic and abilities. Brady was twenty-five, self-assured, and more than capable of getting his work done, he just needed to snap out of his Y-gen attitude. Maybe on this trip, Preston could break down some of the barriers Brady used to keep people at arm’s length, help him see all the potential he kept bottled up inside.
With a final look in the mirror to check his hair, wincing slightly at the sight of his bald spot shining under the fluorescent lights, Preston left the restroom.
* * * * *
Brady’s lips felt as soft as Preston had always imagined. The kiss started out tender, questioning, then quickly morphed into something hungry and frantic as their tongues warred for dominance. Brady slid his hands through the hair on Preston’s chest, palmed the round bulges of his pecs, and tweaked his nipples. Preston groaned around Brady’s tongue, felt the impatient length of the man’s cock against his own.
Preston flipped Brady onto his back, and lay on top of him, his bulkier, hairy body covering Brady’s smooth, toned torso. He slid down to take each pink nipple between his teeth and flick it with his tongue, earning groans and sounds he never thought he’d hear from Brady. Moving lower, Preston paused to take in the sight of Brady’s cock, let it rest in the palm of his hand as he studied its pale length. The wide, pink head, the lines of veins moving up and down like the GPS guiding their way across the country.
The taste of Brady’s skin flared across Preston’s tongue as he dragged it from root to tip. At the top, he swallowed Brady whole, felt the soft brush of pubic hair against his nose, breathed in the raw scent of his sweat. Brady squirmed and gasped beneath him, wanting more, always more, and Preston was going to give it to him. As he sucked Brady’s cock, Preston eased the younger man’s legs up, lightly circled the rugged pucker of Brady’s exposed hole with his finger.
“Lube’s in my bag,” Brady said.
In a moment, Preston was slicked up and pressing into the damp heat of Brady’s body, unable to believe this was actually happening. After months of fantasizing about Brady, Preston was finally here, with him, driving his cock deep inside Brady’s finely sculpted body.
“Oh, Preston,” Brady groaned. “Yeah, you feel so good inside me. Fuck me. Harder.”
Preston quickened the pace of his hips, his cock a blur as it drove deep into Brady’s hungry hole. He was close, he could feel his orgasm building, and, as he watched Brady’s balls pull up, he knew Brady was as well. Preston wanted them to come together the first time, wanted to shoot his load inside Brady as the man let loose with his own release. He drove his hips fast, faster still, felt Brady’s muscles tighten around him as the man edged closer to orgasm.
A bump in the road jarred Preston awake, and he sat up in the seat to look around in confusion. He was hard, painfully so, and a damp spot of pre-cum had formed in his jeans. Looking around, Preston found Brady looking at him, really looking at him instead of just glancing like usual.
“I was dreaming,” Preston said, turning away to hide a blush. “I guess.”
“Oh yeah?” Brady said, and from the corner of his eye, Preston saw him turn back to the road.
“Yeah.” Preston took a breath of the chill, stale air inside the van, then let it out slowly. “So, where are we?”
Brady pointed to one of the nooks in the dashboard. “Check my phone’s GPS.”
Preston took the touch-screen phone in his hand and stared at it a moment. This was Brady’s phone; Brady held it close to his mouth when he had a call, touched it with the pads of his fingers, slipped it into his front pocket where it lay close to his cock and balls. Preston had to fight back the urge to lift the phone to his nose and take a deep breath, try to pull in the scent of Brady’s crotch. Instead, he touched the screen and saw the blue dot that represented the van moving along highway I-40 east, coming up fast on Williams, Arizona, and the intersection of highway 64 north.
“Wait!” Preston exclaimed as a shudder of surprise rippled through him.
Brady jumped in the seat and hit the brakes, hard. The nose of the van tipped down toward the pavement, and Preston heard the screech of tires behind them. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the impact, and cursed himself for shouting like that. What an idiot he was!
Brady pulled off to the side of the road and put the van in park. He rested his forehead on the steering wheel, ignoring the honks and shouts from drivers easing past. When he had caught his breath, Brady sat up and turned to glare at Preston.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Brady shouted. “We could have been killed!”
“I’m sorry!” Preston shouted back. The man practically cowered against the door, not looking Brady in the eye.
“Why did you shout for me to stop?” Brady waved toward the windshield. “I thought we were about to hit something.”
“I didn’t say for you to stop,” Preston said, his voice going up, and then plummeting to something just a bit louder than a mumble. “I said to wait.”
“Wait?” Brady looked around. “Wait for what?”
Preston cleared his throat and shifted in the seat. “There was a side trip I wanted to make.”
Brady leaned closer to Preston, sighed when the man flinched. “Look, I’m not going to hit you, Preston, okay? Just relax.”
Preston let out his breath and finally met Brady’s gaze. Brady didn’t know if it was because of the sun coming in through the windshield, or the deep blue of the sky reflecting in them, but Preston’s eyes shone even more brilliantly blue than before. In that moment, as Brady leaned toward Preston and looked into the man’s eyes, he realized that Preston was, really and truly, quite handsome.
And that realization disturbed him, made him angry all over again.
“You wanted to make a side trip?” Brady said, his tone sharp.
Preston took a breath. “Yes. I wanted to stop at the Grand Canyon.”
Brady hung his head and took deep breaths to cool his temper. Finally, when he felt in control, he looked up at Preston. “You want to stop at the Grand Canyon?”
Preston nodded. “We’re going right past. It’s about an hour up 64.”
“That’s two hours out of our way, you know,” Brady said. “We’re due in Boston by the end of this week.”
“Exactly,” Preston said, and turned in the seat to face him. “We’ve got four days, so plenty of time for a couple of side trips like this. Come on, Brady, have you ever been to the Grand Canyon?”
Brady looked out the windshield. Highway I-40 unspooled ahead of them in a long, flat, gray line flanked on both sides by trees. He thought about a family vacation once, him and his brother and sister crammed together on the bench seat of the minivan because the back was packed with luggage. The three of them wore Walkman headphones, ignoring each other, but even as Brady had listened to “Macarena” by Los Del Rio for the five-hundredth time, he could tell his parents in the front seat were ignoring each other as well.
His family had not done anything as fun as visit the Grand Canyon. They had driven for hours without stopping, his father on some sort of mission to break a personal travel record to Brady’s aunt’s house in Louisville, Kentucky. All Brady could remember were hours of boredom and the sweaty press of his brother’s leg against his own.
A truck rumbled past and the van shook in its wake, bringing him back to the present. He looked at Preston, took in the man’s worried gaze and the dark blond goatee around his mouth.
Brady shook his head. “No. I’ve never been to the Grand Canyon.”
Preston’s eyes widened. “Me neither! I think we’re the last two people alive to not have seen it!”
Despite the situation, Brady chuckled. “Well, I don’t think that’s true, but I’m sure a lot of other people have seen it before us.”
Preston smiled, and the way it lit up his face made Brady feel a zing of attraction that left him uncomfortable and confused. This was Bald Spot Brissett, the oldest member of the developer team; what the hell was he thinking?
“Come on, Brady,” Preston egged him on. “I guarantee you’ll be happy we made this little side trip.”
Brady shook his head, glanced at Preston out of the corner of his eye, and tried to sound annoyed when he said, “Any other little side trips you have on your mind?”
Preston cleared his throat and looked away. “A few.”
Brady rolled his eyes and shifted into drive, checking the side mirror as he said, “Well, let me know about them a little more calmly than you did this time, okay?”
Preston smiled. It was the tenth time Brady had whispered the word. And, when he looked out over the vast chasm of the Grand Canyon, Preston could find no better word. He tried to get his mind to make sense of what he was seeing, but it was difficult. The striations of color that no camera could effectively capture, the sheer immensity of the canyon itself as it wound away into the hazy distance, and the fact that he stood there in awe beside Brady Sparrow, all boggled Preston’s mind.
As if summoned by Preston’s thoughts, Brady turned to look at him, eyes wide, perfect lips parted in a smile. “Amazing.”
“You’ve said that,” Preston pointed out. “More than ten times.”
Brady turned to look out over the canyon again, shaking his head. “There’s just no other word. I feel so small and unimportant right now.”
Preston nodded and leaned forward on the railing to peer down. The distance was dizzying, and the colors and formations no less breathtaking. “It does kind of put things in perspective, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, it does.” Brady turned to look at him. “You’ve never been here before either?”
Preston straightened up and shook his head. “Nope. That’s why I shouted ‘Wait!’ in the van.” He gave Brady a sheepish glance. “Sorry again about that.”
Brady waved the apology off and turned to gawk at the canyon once more. He suddenly jerked and reached to feel his pockets. “I need a picture of this. Of us. Standing here.”
Preston’s heart seemed to stumble. Had Brady just said of us? Preston licked his lips and had to focus to keep his voice steady when he said, “Yeah, that would be great.”
“Where’s my phone?” Brady glanced back along the trail toward the parking lot where they had left the van. “Dammit. I left my phone in the van.” He looked out over the canyon, then turned back to Preston. “I’m going to run back and get my phone.”
“I’ve got mine,” Preston offered, holding up his phone. “It’s the same as yours.”
“We can use yours, too,” Brady said. “But I want some pics on my phone, too.”
“Want me to come with you?” Preston asked.
“No, no.” Brady shook his head. “Stay here and enjoy the view. I’ll be back pretty quick. It’s just like being on the treadmill at the fitness center at work.”
Preston watched him jog off, eyes dropping to the curve of Brady’s ass where it moved beneath his cargo shorts. When Brady was out of view, Preston turned back to look out over the canyon. Off in the distance, a large bird floated on the air currents, and he wondered if it might be a bald eagle. His gaze followed the bird as it circled above the canyon, then he looked down along the striped walls to where the river curved below. At that moment, standing there waiting for Brady as the eagle glided through the air, Preston felt more at peace than at any other time in his life.
* * * * *
Brady found his phone in the dashboard nook and checked the battery. Just under fifty percent, plenty of juice to get some photos and maybe a short video of the canyon. As he leaned out of the van, he caught sight of the button-down shirt Preston had been wearing over his T-shirt. It lay crumpled across the passenger seat where Preston had tossed it after stepping out of the van.
As he hesitated, three families wandered past, kids divided equally between over-excited and absolutely bored, and Brady watched them go, then looked back at the shirt. He had a sudden urge to reach out and gather the shirt to his face, breathe in the smell of Preston Brissett. But that would be crazy, right?
With a shake of his head, Brady closed the van door and made sure it was locked. He stood still for a moment, confused, wondering where the craving to smell Preston’s shirt had come from. Granted, BSB wasn’t as old or stodgy as he appeared to be back in the office, but Brady had never once thought of Preston in a sexual way. Not until he had noticed the shape of Preston’s face and the blue of his eyes when he had pulled the van over to the side of the road. Oh, and the swell of his ass as he had walked to the gas station to use the restroom, couldn’t forget that.
“Get a grip,” Brady whispered to himself. “You’re just gushing over the Grand Canyon, and that’s bleeding over into thoughts of Preston.”
With that settled, Brady jogged back along the trail, passing the slow-moving herd of families halfway along the trail. When he reached the overlook, Brady was breathing hard and covered with a sheen of sweat. He paused at the mouth of the trail to catch his breath. With his hands on his knees, Brady looked up toward the viewing area and felt something shift low in his belly.
The sun angled toward the west now and flooded the open area with golden light. Preston was the only visitor, groups of families having come and gone, and the man sat on a picnic table looking out on the canyon. The light shimmered along Preston’s arms, setting the blond hair across his forearms aglow. It illuminated the breadth of his shoulders, and Brady noticed for the first time that Preston was stocky instead of fat, and it appeared he worked out.
When his breathing had slowed, Brady crossed to where Preston sat, and the man turned to smile at him.
“Find your phone okay?”
Brady pulled it from his pocket and held it up. “Right where I left it.”
“Good.” Preston pointed. “An eagle’s been circling. See it?”
Brady stepped to the rail and looked out over the view. He heard Preston step down off the picnic table and found himself hoping the man would stand beside him. Before he could push the thought down, Preston did, indeed, move up beside him, close enough for Brady to feel the sun-warmed heat of Preston’s arm next to his own.
“It’s like a backdrop for a movie or something,” Brady said. “I still can’t believe it’s all real.”
“Yeah, I feel the same way.” Preston held out his hand. “Want me to get a picture of you here?”
“Oh, yeah, that would be great.” Brady handed over his phone, jumping when his fingers brushed Preston’s. “Sorry,” he mumbled.
“No problem,” Preston said, and Brady thought he heard a tremor in the man’s voice, wondered what might have caused it. Was Preston nervous around him?
“See the camera app?” Brady asked.
“No. Your apps are arranged differently than mine.” Preston held out the phone. “Where is it?”
Brady cupped his hand beneath Preston’s to hold the phone steady, savoring the physical contact. As Brady swiped apps aside and then touched the camera icon, his cock stood up and took notice of the contact, flooding his mind with images of Preston above, beneath, and inside him.
“There, should be set,” Brady said, and, reluctantly, released his hold on Preston’s hand.
“Good. Okay. Lean back against the railing,” Preston instructed as he took a few steps back. “Smile. Good.”
Brady heard the click of the photo, and then the scream of one of the young kids in the families trooping closer. He reached out for the phone with one hand, and Preston with the other, moving quickly, acting on instinct and not allowing himself to think through what he was doing.
“Come sit here on the railing with me,” Brady said. “Let’s get a picture together.”
“Oh, okay.” Preston turned around and leaned his butt on the railing a foot away. He crossed his arms and looked out at the phone Brady held up.
“You need to move closer,” Brady said. “We’re not both in the shot.”
“Yeah, sure.” Preston cleared his throat as he slid closer. “Good?”
“No. Still out of the shot. Closer.” Brady lifted his hand that rested on the railing and reached out to put his arm around Preston’s shoulders. A tingle of attraction zipped through him, but he ignored it, forced himself to focus on getting the picture. He had reversed the camera to use the tiny lens on the front of the phone and could see the image of the two of them there. The full length of Preston’s side pressed against Brady’s, their bodies exchanging heat, their skin sweat-sticky where it touched.
Brady clicked off a few pictures of him and Preston smiling with the deep expanse of the canyon in the background. As he took the final picture, the pack of families burst out of the trail. The children rushed ahead of their parents to swarm around Brady and Preston, screaming as they clambered up on the fence.
Preston stepped away from Brady and they looked at each other, grinning.
“Time to move on?” Preston asked.
“Definitely.” Brady said.
They made their way along the trail, talking about the canyon, the invading families, and the road ahead.
“Any other stops you want to make today?” Brady asked.
“No more for today,” Preston said with a shake of his head. “Just need to get to the hotel tonight.”
“How far is that?” Brady wondered.
“Probably another four hours,” Preston replied. “I’ll drive for a while if you want.”
Brady nodded. “Sounds good. And maybe some dinner along the way?”
Preston grinned at him. “I read about a place, if you’re interested.”
Brady nodded, then looked away as he thought that, yes, he might, indeed, be interested.
~~ * ~~
I hope you enjoyed meeting Brady and Preston. They have a long drive ahead of them, and I think they’re going to find out a lot more about each other. Good news for you Parson’s Hollow fans, I’ll be re-posting the first four chapters every Wednesday as the Road Trip stories play out. Think of them as the Story Orgy version of summer reruns, getting you ready for Demetrius and Cody to return in September. For now, however, get your Christmas flash prompt ideas sent in by August 15th, and hop on over to the other Story Orgy blogs with me for more hot, smexy Road Trip reads!
J.R. Boyd, Lee Brazil, Havan Fellows, Em Woods, Jade Baiser
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