Story Orgy Road Trip – Part Five, Conclusion (NSFW)

Good Monday morning, and welcome to the last week of August. I bet all you parents out there are counting the days until school starts again! Soon, very soon…

Today I’m posting the conclusion of my Road Trip story, Cross Country Foreplay, written from prompts suggested by Myristica Onenine. Those prompts were a workaholic businessman, travel west coast to east coast, flash flood. After a few announcements, we’ll get on with the final post of Cross Country Foreplay.

To celebrate Breathless Press’s 3rd Birthday and the new website, Havan and Lee have some short free reads available for download. Did you get the fact that they are FREE?! Lee’s story, Nothing to Forgive, is HERE. And Havan’s Lucky Night, is HERE.

Em Woods’s story of love in desperate times, Holding On, is available HERE for download for VIP customers of Total e-Bound Books! Not a VIP customer? No worries, it’s available for pre-order as well, and will be released on September 17. Click on over and get your copy today!

And, have you downloaded Lee Brazil’s Naughty Nursery Rhyme, It’s Simple, Simon yet? It’s available from Breathless Press HERE.

Finally … Though we’re finishing up our summer Road Trip, 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…

person- Accountant
place- bank lobby
thing- gingerbread man

That’s it. Your prompts could be selected to inspire a story for And The Prompt Is, The Holiday Edition Volume 2.

Feel free to leave your suggestion in a comment here, or email it to storyorgy(at)ymail(dot)com.

Whew! Okay, that’s it! Rest stop is over, time to jump back in the station wagon and hit the open road! Thanks to the amazing Startled Monkeys Media for the cover to our Road Trip edition ebook. Wow, that’s a long, hot stretch of open road!

Cross Country Foreplay

Story Orgy Road Trip, Part Five (Conclusion)

by Hank Edwards

(c) 2012

 Chapter Fourteen

Preston slipped his phone out of his pants pocket and hit the top button to light it up. In the glow of the touch screen, he saw Brady backed into the corner, fingers tightly curled around the handrail. Brady blinked rapidly against the sudden light, his lips slightly parted as he pulled in quick, shallow breaths.

“Brady? Hey, look at me.” Preston stepped up close, reached out to touch his shoulder, but pulled back when Brady flinched away.

“Don’t,” Brady said, his gaze locked on a spot somewhere in the space between them. “Don’t touch me. I – I don’t like small spaces.”

“Okay, we’re okay. It’s going to be all right. You’re not alone. I’m right here with you and I am not afraid of small spaces, okay?” Preston eased closer. “I’m going to move up close to you. I’m not going to make you move or do anything you don’t want to do. I’m just going to stand beside you. I’m going to put my phone away again, so it’s going to get dark again. Are you ready?”

Brady gave a fast nod in the dim light, and Preston clicked his phone to standby. Darkness pounced on them again, and he heard Brady draw in a sharp breath.

“It’s okay,” Preston soothed. “It’s all right. We just lost power, that’s all. The elevator has safety brakes holding us in place, so we’re safe.” Slowly, very slowly, Preston sidled up beside Brady and put a hand on his shoulder. The man’s muscles were taut as high tension wires, his fingers locked onto the railings. With steady, gentle movements, Preston lightly rubbed Brady’s shoulder, gradually increasing the pressure until the muscles there loosened.

“Good, that’s good,” Preston whispered. Touching Brady, standing close to him and breathing in his scent mingled with the musk of his fear-sweat made Preston hard, really hard. Brady needed him. Right now, the young man Preston had fallen hard for on the drive, much harder than he could have expected, needed him. Brady was young, beautiful, and smarter than he gave himself credit for, and he had followed Preston into the elevator to convince him of his true feelings.

A wave of guilt washed through Preston. He had acted childish when he had seen Phillip’s text message. He had been hurt, true, his vanity and masculinity cut down by those few words. But they had not been typed by Brady. Preston should have given Brady a chance to explain, but all he’d wanted to do was run, just like all his other relationships. When he was hurt, when he felt overwhelmed, Preston fled instead of staying and working through the problem.

But not this time. This time, he was going to stay; Brady was worth it. And, Preston realized, he was worth it as well.

If only his cock wasn’t hard enough to poke right through the side of the elevator.

He closed his eyes in the dark and made himself push thoughts of sex from his mind. He needed to focus his energy on calming Brady’s fears.

“Keep relaxing,” Preston said, keeping his voice low and calm. He dug his fingers in a little harder, finding knots and roughing them out.

“Feels good,” Brady said. His voice was stronger, braver, and it made Preston’s cock jump.

Preston’s anger drained completely away, leaving behind regret and a mellow flame of hope. He had reacted out of hurt and embarrassment, and he needed to apologize to Brady. But was this the right time and place for that?

A shrill beeping cut through the darkness, making them both jump. A light on the elevator’s control panel flashed, catching Preston’s attention, and a moment later, a man’s voice came through the tiny speaker in the control panel. “Hello? Is someone in there?”

“Yes!” Brady shouted. “We’re here! Help us!”

Preston applied gentle pressure to a spot in Brady’s neck and he calmed somewhat. Clearing his throat, Preston said, “There are two of us in here. The lights are out.”

“Power’s out all over the city,” said the disembodied voice. The dim red light throbbed like a heartbeat. “The emergency light in that elevator burned out last week, sorry. It’s on our list to fix. Just so you know, fire and rescue are here now. But it’s going to be a few minutes until they can get to you.”

“Okay, we’ll be here,” Preston said. He turned and moved to kiss Brady softly on the lips, feeling him start at the sudden touch. Preston slid his mouth next to Brady’s ear and whispered, “I know what will relax you. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Brady whispered back, his breath hot in Preston’s ear. “I’m sorry, Preston. I never said those things about you.”

“Shh,” Preston said. “I know. You have to be very quiet. They’re listening.”

“Okay, but what are you – oh.” Brady’s voice was quiet and, if Preston heard right, it seemed that a little bit of stress had leaked from it when he got on his knees in front of Brady.

He unzipped Brady’s pants and reached in, eyes open in the dark, the only light the dim, red glow from the control panel to let them know the audio channel was open. His fingers grazed Brady’s cock and it twitched. He pulled it carefully through the zipper and leaned in to purse his lips around the head in a gentle kiss.

Brady was true to his word and kept quiet as Preston sucked him. Bobbing his head fast, Preston pumped in time with his fist, fingers tight around the shaft. It wasn’t going to take long. He could hear Brady’s accelerated breathing, feel his balls tightening up. With a single, sharp intake of air, Brady’s cock jumped between Preston’s lips and flooded his mouth with cum.

Preston swallowed it down, coaxed the last few drops from the softening tip as Brady let out a long, quiet sigh. After a final kiss on the tip, he tucked Brady’s dick back inside his pants and got to his feet. Preston kissed him, swiping his tongue through Brady’s mouth, letting him taste himself. His lips skimmed Brady’s ear and he whispered, “Better?”

“Much,” Brady said.

“You guys doing okay up there?” the voice crackled through the speaker.

“Yeah,” Preston said. “We’re holding it together.” He coaxed Brady’s hand off the railing and held it tight against his chest. “We’re holding it together.”

 

Chapter Fifteen

 When fire and rescue finally managed to get the doors open, they shined work lights in on them and Brady’s stomach dropped when he realized they had stopped between the fifth and sixth floors. They were going to have to be pulled up through the top half of the door. He tried not to think about the elevator shifting at that precise moment, dropping just a few inches to snap his spine. Or drop even farther, maybe an entire floor, and cut him in half.

The hyperventilating started again, but then Preston was there. Preston – strong, broad-chested, and thick-cocked Preston. And Preston tightened his grip on Brady’s hand and talked to him in soft, gentle tones as he led him to the door. He could do this, Preston said, it was going to be fast and over with before he realized it. Preston would be right behind him and then they were going to go have a drink. Everything was going to be okay.

Brady paused in front of the jimmied open doors. He looked up into the faces of the fire and rescue guys, took note of their strong arms beneath tight T-shirts. It was going to be okay, because Preston told him so. He looked over his shoulder at Preston, who nodded encouragement back. Brady turned to the fire rescue team, took a breath, and raised his hands.

He was lifted up and out of the elevator in a breath, and he stumbled down the heavily shadowed hall, the emergency lights bright in his eyes. Coming to a stop a dozen feet from the elevator, Brady turned to the wall and pressed his forehead against it, taking deep breaths. A moment later, a pair of strong hands touched his shoulders, squeezed them reassuringly, and Brady’s pulse slowed.

“You okay?” Preston asked.

Brady nodded, the utilitarian wallpaper scratching against his greasy forehead and encouraging him to pull away from the wall. He turned to find Preston watching him intently.

Preston frowned. “Sure you’re all right?”

More deep breaths until Brady felt his head clear. “Yeah, I’m sure. You said something about a drink?”

One of the fire team snorted. “Good luck finding an open bar. Power’s out all over.”

“Stadium Diner’s open,” another offered. “Just down the block to the north. No liquor license, but Dave’s got the generator pumping full strength and the grill’s open.”

“Sounds good to me.” Preston raised his eyebrows at Brady. “How about you?”

“I just want to be on the ground floor for a while,” Brady said.

Preston nodded. “I heard that. Let’s go.”

The stairway was lit by emergency lights and it only took a few minutes to get to the lobby level. The members of the class were huddled together in a wash of light outside the conference room, and when they saw Preston, they all started talking at once. Preston laughed and held up his hands, shushing them into silence.

“As you can see,” Preston said, with a smile aimed at Brady, “we’ve had a bit of setback. I know some of you drove here, but I think it might be best not to attempt the roads right now until the power can come back on. We’re headed to a diner close by that we hear is still open.”

The class followed them across the lobby, out the doors, and into the rain, most putting up umbrellas, a luxury Preston and Brady did not have. Brady set off at a trot that Preston matched, the class tittering and giggling behind them. Down the block, the diner sat, lit up like Christmas, in the middle of other, dark businesses. Preston and Brady took a table by themselves a little ways off from where the class had congregated. Once they had ordered iced teas, Brady set his menu aside to look out the window at the gray, rainy day.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Preston said.

Brady shifted his gaze to meet Preston’s. “Just glad that I agreed to drive out here with you.”

Preston smiled. “Me too.”

Two men stomped into the diner, cursing as they shook off the rain. They were in their late twenties or early thirties, one taller and lanky, looked strong, the shorter man in shape and handsome, but with a more reserved air, quietly studying the diner’s occupants as they stood in line looking around at the crowded tables. Preston met their eyes, shared a headshake about the rain with the shorter one, then looked back at Brady.

“Look, I’m… I’m sorry I got angry at you.” Preston blushed and looked down to stir the ice in his tea with his straw. “I just saw that text and it really, you know, hurt. I mean, I can’t do anything about the bald spot. I know how it looks, right? I see it in the mirror every morning, and it makes me flinch.”

“Hey, stop.” Brady reached out to touch his hand. He seemed to remember they were in a public restaurant, with the members of their class nearby, and pulled back his hand. “I don’t care about that. I think you’re handsome and fun and more fucking intelligent than anyone back at Techmagine realizes.”

Preston rolled his eyes. “Come on.”

“No, seriously.” Brady nodded. “And the way you look at me when we…” He stopped, swallowed, and glanced away as a blush exploded across his cheeks.

Preston leaned over the table. “Hey.” Brady brought his gaze back to Preston’s, an embarrassed smile on his handsome face. Preston nodded and said, “I feel the same way.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ve always thought you were handsome, and smart. A fuck of a lot smarter than Phillip Holt. And I was excited and nervous and terrified that Cameron chose you to come on this trip with me. I had hoped we’d get to know each other better, but I never, ever imagined we’d end up… together. You know? And last night was amazing. More than amazing, it was the best, most connected sex I’ve had with anyone, ever. I never thought the drive here was going to be the foreplay leading up to sex that was so hot. And, I’m not stupid. I know there are thirteen years between us, the lifespan of a teenager, but I don’t feel that gap. I feel really comfortable with you.” He lowered his voice and leaned even farther over the table. “I feel comfortable in you, and with you in me.”

“God, me too,” Brady whispered. “So much.” He looked down and back up. “I’m so fucking hard right now, you have no idea.”

Preston’s dick throbbed in response, and he could feel a damp spot spreading from the oozing pre-cum. “Oh, I have a pretty good idea.”

Brady grinned. “The power better come back on soon. I want to get back in your room again.”

“All afternoon, baby,” Preston said.

Desire glazed Brady’s eyes. “God, you’re killing me.”

“Me inside you,” Preston continued. “You inside me. Flip-flopping all day and all night. I’m going to drain your balls, and then make you beg for more.”

Brady put his head down on the table. “I can’t take this. I’m going to have to come soon, I’m hard as a railroad spike here.”

“Think of me sitting on that spike,” Preston whispered. “Taking it deep in my ass until you’re all the way inside me. My swollen cock slapping against your flat, smooth belly. My fingers pulling and twisting your nipples.”

“Damn you,” Brady said. He lifted his head and stared into Preston’s eyes, his expression intense, hungry. “You’re killing me.”

The people in the diner around them cheered and they both blinked and looked up. Preston was surprised to find one of the men who had come in after them staring at him and smiling. The man nodded and winked from where he sat on a stool at the counter, obviously having caught the sexual current running hot and heavy between Preston and Brady. Preston smiled and nodded back.

“The power’s back,” Brady said.

“It is?” Preston looked around, then caught sight of the buildings around the diner lit up once again. He met Brady’s eyes and said, “You ready?”

Brady smirked. “In about two minutes when I can walk out of here.”

“Gotta stop thinking about pushing your cock in my tight ass first?” Preston said.

Brady dropped his head to the table again. “You gotta stop saying that shit or we’ll never get to leave.”

One of the class attendants walked up, car keys in one hand and cell phone in the other. “No more class today?”

Preston smiled up at her. “No. We’ll catch up during the week, but if the storm continues as they predict, we might as well wait until tomorrow.”

She smiled at them both. “Thanks for an eventful morning!” With a wave, she walked off, blending in with the rest of the class as they crowded out the door.

Preston dropped some cash on the table to cover the cost of their iced teas. “Think you can walk the two blocks back to the hotel?”

Brady nodded. “Barely.” He got to his feet and Preston followed suit. “But, one request.”

“Sure.”

“Let’s take the stairs up to the room?”

Preston laughed and put an arm around Brady’s shoulders. “Absolutely.”

 ~~ * ~~

Well, there you have it. Preston and Brady made it to their destination and things have wrapped up rather nicely. I hope you enjoyed going along for the ride with these two, and very special thanks to Myristica Onenine for the awesome prompts that sparked this story. Come back next Monday when Demetrius and Cody return in my story “Parson’s Hollow: Critter Catchers.” For now, however, hop on over to the other Story Orgy blogs with me to see how the other road trip stories are wrapping up.

J.R. Boyd,    Lee Brazil,     Havan Fellows,     Em Woods,     Jade Baiser

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4 Responses to Story Orgy Road Trip – Part Five, Conclusion (NSFW)

  1. Ah Hank, you’re wonderful. Had me all sad and teary-eyed last week and now I’m all smiles. Thanks for the lovely story and the HEA! 🙂

  2. Myristica says:

    Wow, you Story Orgy writers are AWESOME! I need to go find more of this stuff.
    Hank and Havan have me hooked! (Um, I sense an ‘H’ theme in that sentence.) ;D
    On my way to search out more from the others in this group!
    =D

  3. Sharon S says:

    Awesome story, Hank!!!

  4. Lee Brazil says:

    Oh well done! Excellent conclusion!