Story Orgy – Road Trip, Part Three (NSFW)

Good Story Orgy Monday morning! Welcome to the third 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. After a few announcements, we’ll get back on the road with Brady and Preston … also known as BSB.

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.

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

Em Woods’s story of love in desperate times, Holding On, is available HERE for pre-order from Total e-Bound Books. Click on over and reserve your copy today!

Finally … Though we’re currently taking a 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! Let’s see how Brady and Preston are handling that flash flood! 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 Three

by Hank Edwards

(c) 2012

Chapter Eight

 Brady was drenched after taking three steps out the motel room door. He ran after Preston along the upper floor walkway, doors opening up as other guests came out to investigate the commotion. As he ran, Brady squinted against the rain slanting nearly sideways, tried to make out details of what was happening below.

The culvert on the other side of the road from the motel parking lot was now a series of raging, muddy rapids. It had quickly spilled over the shallow top and now flooded the parking lot. A cracking sound brought Brady to a stop and he peered over the railing. As he watched, a jagged fissure opened in the roadway. Chunks of asphalt were torn away by the rampaging flood waters and the crack spread across the road into the parking lot.

And directly underneath their van.

Brady pointed and turned to look at Preston, but the man standing beside him was a stranger.

“Fuck,” the stranger said, eyes wide. “That’s my car!”

Brady watched as the asphalt and dirt peeled away, sending a four door sedan into the foaming water to get washed out of the line of sight. He looked back, but the stranger was gone, replaced by a woman wearing a heavy bathrobe that was now completely drenched.

“That could take out the motel!” she screamed. “We’re going to die! Henry!”

Hysterics were not what Brady needed, so he hurried to the end of the upper walkway and down the steps. The flood waters were deeper than he expected, even here, at least fifty yards off the road. He shivered when he stepped down into the freezing ankle deep water. It lapped at the bottoms of the doors on the motel’s lower level and he was grateful now that they had gotten the last rooms on the second floor. His roof may have collapsed, but so far Preston’s room was dry and secure.

Preston. Where had the man gotten to?

Brady waded out into the parking lot. More cars were being dragged away by the force of the flood, but he kept his gaze on the driver’s door of their van, wiping rain out of his eyes. The water deepened as he closed in on the van, but he made himself keep moving. As he plowed ahead, Brady had a heart-stopping thought. Did he have the keys?

Preston had requested two sets of keys, just in case they lost one. Brady had had them in the pocket of his cargo shorts, and, after a quick search, let out a relieved breath when he felt the ragged edge of the key against his cold fingers.

The water pushed and tugged at his legs. It wanted to throw him off balance, drag him away to join the cars it had already taken, but he held his ground. Just ten more feet to the van door. His flip-flops slipped off an uneven portion of the parking lot and Brady went down to one knee. Cold water rushed around, up, and over his back, straining at him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the cold dug into him. His toes were numb, and the cold climbed up his calves with prickly claws.

“Brady!”

Brady looked over his shoulder. Preston stood on the cement pathway near the first floor doors. He looked good, even from here, and a sudden surge of regret filled Brady’s chest. He regretted snickering at Phillip Holt when he had coined the term BSB to describe Preston. And he wished he’d been more outgoing toward Preston the past six months, talking with him more socially and inviting him out with the rest of the team.

Well, that would change. Because Brady finally saw past the age, hairline, and body limitations Phillip and the rest of the guys on the team focused on. He had gotten to know Preston for his gentle touch, broad chest, and thick cock that pushed into him with forceful thrusts. Brady had seen the tenderness in Preston’s gaze during sex and afterward, and, just before the road had collapsed and jarred them out of bed, he’d thought he wanted to see that for as long as Preston wanted to be with him.

“What are you doing?” Preston shouted. “Come back!”

Brady pushed to his feet, wavered, found his balance, then pointed at the van. “I’m going to move the van!”

“Forget the van! Come back! It’s too dangerous.”

Brady shook his head. He had to prove to Preston how important this all was for him, too. If he could save the equipment, save the training session, Preston would see him in an all new light. Maybe he’d realize he wasn’t just a young developer, fresh out of college, someone unable to commit. He wanted Preston to know he was in it for the long haul.

“I’m almost there!” Brady called back. “I’ll back the van up toward you.”

He turned away, facing the van once more, and forced himself on. The water rose fast, up to his thighs now, just above the lower edge of the van’s driver’s door facing him. He had to get there quick to save the equipment.

Step by step, Brady pushed forward and finally grabbed the door handle. He was freezing, limbs quaking, and he feared he would drop the keys when he pulled them from his pocket. Focusing all his attention on keeping hold of the keys, he slowly drew them out of his shorts and pressed the unlock button on the remote. The headlights flashed and the van squawked at him. He opened the door and cursed when water sloshed over the running board and into the footwell.

Moving as quickly as he could, Brady held onto the door and lifted his foot. The water snapped the flip-flop off his foot as he stepped into the van. It took the other flip-flop as well and he cursed as he dragged the door shut, splashing himself in the process.

“It’s fucking cold,” Brady said, teeth chattering and fingers shaking as he tried to put the key in the ignition. He missed on the first few stabs, then finally found the slot and seated the key. The engine turned over right away and Brady felt a moment of relief.

It was short lived, however, when the van rocked as the parking lot crumbled away beneath him. The front end dropped a foot and he found himself staring through the windshield into rushing, muddy water.

Chapter Nine

Preston could not help screaming when the parking lot beneath the van’s front wheels dropped away.

“Is that your son?” a woman standing beside him asked.

“No, he’s my lover,” Preston said without stopping to think how it sounded, and he waded out into the water. He wasn’t sure what he could do, but he had to take some kind of action; he couldn’t just stand and watch Brady get washed away.

The water rose under the van, picked up the back end and shifted it around so the rear of the vehicle now faced Preston. He swore as he waded into deeper water, the cold biting into his feet and legs. There had to be something he could do.

Then he heard the roar of the van’s engine and he stopped in his tracks to squint through the rain to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Nope, he was seeing it right. The van was coming fast right at him, plowing ass first through the water. He didn’t think Brady could see him at all and high-stepped through the water off to the side and out of the van’s path.

When the van rolled past, he locked eyes with Brady, saw the fear mingled with relief on the man’s face, and felt the tension in his own chest loosen. He turned to follow the van to the very edge of the parking lot, where the water was only ankle deep, and when Brady stepped out the door, Preston grabbed him in a tight hug and held him close. He didn’t care if anyone watched, and he only cared a little bit if they thought he was old enough to be Brady’s father.

Finally, Preston held Brady at arm’s length and looked into his eyes. “You okay?”

Brady nodded as his teeth chattered. “Yeah. Got scared for a minute there, though. I thought the water was going to take me and the van with it.”

A roar and crunch grabbed their attention and they turned to watch the section of the lot where the van had been parked crumble away.

“Wow,” Brady said in a quiet voice.

“Yeah.” Preston could think of nothing else to say. He put an arm around Brady and led him toward the stairs. “Come on, let’s get up to the room.”

“Do you think it’s safe?” Brady asked.

“Probably. We need to get our things anyway, and we both need a hot shower.”

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ freezing,” Brady said and leaned into Preston.

They packed quickly and then showered together, turning the water as hot as they could stand it. Preston had showered with his partners before, but Brady admitted to never having done it. Preston soaped the man up, feeling the firm, rounded muscles of his shoulders, arms, and ass. He slipped a slick finger into Brady’s anus, caught the man’s gasp in a kiss. Then Brady surprised him by turning to face him so he could wrap his soap-slicked arms around him and kiss him hard. A moment later, he knelt before Preston to suck his cock.

“Oh, yeah,” Preston said with a sigh. Brady’s mouth worked him slow and deep, those perfect, full lips puckered around the shaft. Preston watched Brady stroke himself as he sucked him, the hot water beating against Preston’s chest, running down over his belly and around Brady’s hand where he gripped the base of Preston’s dick. Brady sucked faster, mouth tight around him, and Preston felt his balls pull up as he approached the edge. He closed his eyes, huffed out a breath, then another, and managed to say, “I’m coming.”

Brady pulled back and closed his eyes. He pumped his fist along the shaft and moved so the full blast of Preston’s load coated his face. Preston grunted through his orgasm, watching in surprise as Brady moved his head right and left to let each shot land in a new place. When he had finished, Preston stood drained and amazed, staring down at Brady’s messy face with a dumb smile on his own. Brady opened his eyes, smiled up at him, then leaned in to place a kiss on the tip of his cock before standing up and kissing Preston on the lips.

“You’re a mess,” Preston said, using a finger to wipe away his cum from Brady’s cheeks.

“I’ve never done that before,” Brady told him. “I’ve had a lot of firsts with you. Guess I wanted to keep it going.”

Preston kissed him again, then turned him to face the shower. “Here, use my face wash to clean yourself off.”

As Brady lifted his face into the spray, Preston reached around to take hold of the man’s hard on. He pressed himself against Brady’s back, his cock snug in the crack of Brady’s ass. His hand was slick with soap and Brady pumped his hips, fucking Preston’s fist until, with a groan, he shot his own load toward the drain.

“Thanks,” Brady said and turned his head to give him a kiss.

“Thank you,” Preston said. “For this entire trip.”

Someone pounded on the motel room door and followed it up with a shout, “Emergency services! You need to vacate this room immediately!”

Brady sighed. “Guess it’s time to leave.”

Chapter Ten

It took longer than Preston had hoped to get the van out of the crumbling motel parking lot. He’d had to convince the fire chief of their restricted timeline and fill out quadruplicate copies of paperwork then wait for the rescue vehicles to move. When he finally drove back down the road the way they had come in search of a detour, sixteen cars lay tumbled together in a muddy, crumpled mess behind them, and a number of travelers stood around wondering where they were going to get a rental car that far from a major city.

“You were reckless,” Preston said, glancing at where Brady sat huddled in the passenger seat sipping hot coffee. “But you saved about a hundred thousand dollars’ worth of equipment.”

Brady smiled at him. “Think it’ll be reflected in my Christmas bonus?”

Preston laid his palm against the side of Brady’s face, taking his gaze from the road a moment at a time to look into his eyes. “I was afraid you were going to be carried off by the flood. You scared me.”

Brady smiled, blushed, and looked away. “I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t find you, and I knew the van was going to fall into the water pretty quickly.”

“I’d gone to the motel office to see if they had any rope,” Preston explained. “I was going to tie myself to a post before going out to the van.”

“Ah, that probably would have been a good idea.” Brady sighed and closed his eyes. “Mind if I get some shut eye?”

“Go ahead. I’m pretty wired anyway, and we need to cover a lot of road today.”

As the miles rolled away, Preston considered his chances of making a relationship work with Brady. With thirteen years difference in their ages, an entire teenager’s life span worth of experience, Preston didn’t think it would work out. Brady was impressionable, Preston had seen that for himself in the office and the group Brady spent time with. On occasion Preston had witnessed Brady push back against the group as a whole, or the group’s informal leader, Phillip, but not very often. And Preston knew Phillip considered him too old to know the latest changes in code development. Phillip did not adhere to the old saying ‘Respect your elders’. Because of Phillip’s strong, toxic personality, Preston was concerned Brady would crack under pressure from his coworkers if they should discover there was something going on between them.

And, truthfully, Preston shouldn’t have let himself get involved with Brady anyway. He was the Vice President of Development for Techmagine, so, on paper, Brady reported to him.

With his mind occupied by thoughts of Brady and images from their night together, Preston didn’t notice how far he had driven until he saw the signs for Columbus, Ohio. He rubbed his tired eyes and stifled a yawn. No wonder he felt fried, he’d just driven across Missouri, Illinois, and Indiana! He’d made good time, but it was full on dark now and he was exhausted. Brady had awakened a few times and offered to drive, but Preston had felt good at that point, so Brady had sent some text messages, checked social media and his email, then drifted off to sleep again. Preston decided it was time to look for a place to stay.

He’d settled for looking at the St. Louis Arch on the way past instead of taking a trip to the top in the small elevators like he’d planned on doing. And he’d scratched off the Indianapolis Artsgarden from his mental list as well. Maybe later in the year, he and Brady could take a road trip of their own without the time constraint of client training weighing them down. With that thought in mind, Preston pulled off the interstate into downtown Columbus and found a chain hotel. They’d still need to get two rooms to keep their relationship secret back at the office, but Preston hoped that Brady would want to spend the night with him again.

After they had checked in, they stood smiling at each other in the elevator. They had rooms on the same floor, across the hall from each other, but Preston tipped his head toward the door to his room and led Brady inside.

Their clothing was off in seconds, both of them rock hard and ready. Preston dropped to his knees, tugged Brady’s clean-shaved balls down and took his cock down his throat. Brady groaned, loud, and clenched his fists at his sides. Preston sucked him fast, hungry for the taste of him, and slid a hand up Brady’s torso to pinch a nipple.

“God, your mouth is so fucking hot,” Brady said.

Preston closed his eyes, keeping himself focused on the task before him. He wasn’t looking for anything sweet and loving right now, he wanted to get Brady off then come himself. They had another long drive ahead of them tomorrow and, from the radio reports he’d tuned into, the storm was following on their heels.

“Oh, shit, Preston,” Brady gasped. “You’ve got me close. I’m fucking close.”

Preston tightened his lips around Brady’s shaft and reached down to stroke himself. He was close as well, but could hold off until Brady had finished. He knew just where he wanted Brady’s spunk to land.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” Brady choked out a warning but Preston didn’t take Brady’s cock from his mouth. He held it in the back of his throat, felt it pulse and jump along his tongue and swallowed the thick, hot cum.

When he had finished, Brady stepped back, his cock falling from between Preston’s lips, and gazed down at him in sated amazement.

“No one’s ever swallowed my load before,” Brady said. “That was fuckin’ hot. I mean, shit, that was really fuckin’ amazing.”

Preston knelt before him still, hand stroking himself fast, faster. He looked up into Brady’s eyes and heard the lust in his voice as he said, “I’m close.”

He was glad to see that Brady needed no coaching as he dropped to his knees. Preston stood up, his fist a blur along his shaft, and came with a shout, blasting his load across Brady’s handsome, upturned face. When he’d finished, Preston leaned down to run his tongue through the mess he had made, lapping it up before ending with a deep, sensual kiss.

“I need a shower and some sleep,” Preston whispered. “Stay the night with me?”

Brady’s face shone in the low lamp light as he smiled up at him. “Absolutely.”

 ~~ * ~~

Preston and Brady are really getting into the spirit of their road trip! Check back in next Monday to see if they reach their destination in one piece. And don’t forget that all this month I’m re-posting the first four chapters of my paranormal story, Critter Catchers, 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!

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2 Responses to Story Orgy – Road Trip, Part Three (NSFW)

  1. I think Brady’s a stronger man than Preston gives him credit for. What a wild, exciting night! Glad they got out safely.

  2. Lee Brazil says:

    OH wow! So much tension! I felt like that flood water was dashing me about! Great post, Hank!