Middle Men

On the return leg of a business/pleasure trip to San Diego, I spotted a small oasis floating in the heat waves rising from the tarmac as my Range Rover crossed into Arizona. The chimera turned into a rest stop with two modern toilets, a small bank of phones, a water fountain and a single vehicle... an old red pickup with the hood raised.

I parked in front of the truck and got out of the Rover. There was no one in sight, but halfway up a flight of steps made of railroad ties, I paused on a small landing to watch a young man at the phone bank. His back was to me, but there was still plenty to see: a shirtless torso moving in agitation, wide shoulders bunched with muscle, a broad back, a narrow waist, trim hips. Faded denim trousers hugged a pleasing physique south of the belt. Of course, he chose that moment to turn around and spot me gawking at him. The front view was just as enchanting. His face was somewhere between handsome and beautiful. Glossy black hair curled over his neck. He looked to be American Indian, about twenty-one or twenty-two. Forearms rolled with muscle. Large, brown nipples decorated heavy pecs. A flat stomach flowed down into his trouser top, ending in a pronounced bulge.

Caught staring, I smiled, nodded, and turned left to continue up a second flight of steps to the men’s room. Abruptly, I halted again. The youth’s twin stood on the top step staring down at me.

“None of the phones work!” the first young man said angrily...to me or his twin?

“I have a cell phone in the car.”

“Man, that would be great.” He smiled as he walked toward me.

“Car trouble?”

“Yeah. I can usually keep Rusty Red going, but I think it’s something serious this time.”

“Rusty Red? That’s the truck?”

“Yeah.” He flashed another heart-stopping grin.

The second youth, also shirtless, walked down the steps to join us. As he got closer, I saw he was a shade younger and leaner. His big eyes were brown, not black like his clone’s.

“My name’s Harper Atherton. Most people call me Harp.” I said.

The man at the phones wiped his hand on a rag dangling from his hip pocket before offering it. “Mark. Mark Red Hawk. This is my cousin, Eric.”

I released his pleasantly firm handshake and turned to the other youth. His eyes studied me frankly as he accepted my shake.

“Good to meet you guys. Let’s go get that phone.”

They followed me down the steps and stuck their heads underneath Rusty Red’s hood as I got my cell from the Rover.

“Here it is.” I don’t usually go gaga over young men, even handsome ones, but these two were exceptional. Standing close to Mark while I showed him the mechanics of the phone was a heady moment.

“Keep an eye on the Rover for me, will you? If I don’t get to the men’s room, I’m going to embarrass myself.”

I made it, but my state of arousal gave me trouble voiding my bladder. Proximity to those two handsome men had me hard. I counted to fifty before the urine finally started to flow. My bladder was almost empty when the door opened suddenly. The younger Red Hawk stalked inside and busied himself at the sinks. I watched surreptitiously as he lathered his hands and started working on his forearms. Engrossed in watching the muscles play in his naked back, I grew careless. When I shifted my eyes, he was watching me in the mirror. Disconcerted, I shook myself off and zipped up.

“Like what you see?” he asked in a baritone.

I flushed. “Very much.”

Without responding, he ducked his head beneath the faucet and splashed his head and torso. He came up, dripping water, and took a towel from the dispenser. He held it over his shoulder. “Mind getting my back?”

“Not at all.” I steadied myself with one hand on a lean-muscled shoulder while I turned the drying process into a caress with the other. He finished wiping his head.

“I saw you looking at us, and I thought we could make a deal.”

His back was dry, but I reached around and chased some water down his smooth chest. He glanced at my hand but permitted my touch. “What kind of deal?”

His calm, sullen confidence evaporated. He swallowed hard. “You...you can touch me if you want to.”

I fitted my groin between his denim-clad buttocks. His eyes widened momentarily as I clasped his firm sides before running my hands across the bare skin of his belly and down into the top of his trousers. He hadn’t expected that. He’d thought I’d touch him through his jeans. Instead, I held a warm cock in my hand. Even without an erection, it was a solid lump of flesh. He might have been limp but I wasn’t, and I knew he could plainly feel it through our clothing.

“Uh...wait a minute. Let me check.” He slipped out of my grasp and opened the door slightly. “He’ll be here in a few minutes to clean up. So how about it?”

“What do you have in mind, Eric? It is Eric, isn’t it?”

He nodded nervously. “Well, this is all my fault. We’re broke and Mark’s gotta be back in Montana next week to start a new job. He’s getting married in a month, so he’s gotta make it on time.”

“So what do you have in mind?”

“I got us down here on some half-assed job that didn’t come through. Now the truck’s down, and we gotta find some way to fix it. I’ll...I’ll do it with you if you’ll fix his truck.”

“Eric, you’re the best-looking stud I’ve seen in a long time, but a quick fuck in the men’s room isn’t worth the price of repairing a truck.”

He flinched. “Yeah, but I thought maybe you’d be interested if I promised to stay with you some.”

“How much money are we talking about?”

“Truck will probably take a couple of hundred to fix. And it’s gonna take a hundred to get back home.”

“Do you really think a roll in the hay with you is worth three hundred dollars? You’d have to give me a month for that much,” I added facetiously.

“I can’t for a whole month, but I could stay with you for a couple of weeks...maybe a little more. I need to fix things. He even spent his honeymoon money on this trip. I’ll do anything.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. How about Mark?”

“No! He doesn’t do things like that.”

“But you do, huh? Have you ever been with a man before?”

“Mark and I jacked off together a couple of times.” I don’t think Eric meant to rat out his cousin because he immediately looked stricken.

“We aren’t talking about jacking off. We’re talking about sucking and fucking. Two weeks’ worth and maybe more.”

“I...I can do it. Just tell me if you’re interested. He’s going to be here pretty soon.

“Open your pants.”

“What?”

“Show me what you’ve got.”

“Aw, man.” He reluctantly undid his trousers and lowered them to his knees. His cousin may have looked full in the groin, but if he carried more than this kid, he was really loaded. Flaccid, his cock was long and thick. An uncut foreskin covered his glans.

“How do you know it can perform?”

“Never had any trouble before.” He restored his pants.

“You claim you never did it with a guy, so...”

He blushed. “I can get it up if I want to.” He spread his legs. “Go ahead, feel me.”

When I rubbed him through the denim, he thickened. There was the sound of a step outside. We both turned to the sinks as Mark came through the door.

“I can’t raise anybody, Eric. Nobody answers at my place or yours. Shit, I don’t know what to do.” He handed over my phone.

“May I make a suggestion?” Eric shot me a glance. “Let’s tow the truck to town so it’ll be handy when your arrangements are made.”

“Sounds good. Let me wash up and we’ll do it.”

Eric seemed embarrassed at his cousin’s choice of words. “We’ll go get the tow rope out of the truck.”

I enjoyed following that hunky ass down the steps. Eric Red Hawk was masculine grace in motion. When we reached the vehicles, he turned to me. “Do we have a deal?”

“I’m interested. You ride with me on the way to town and we’ll talk about it. Okay?”

“Yeah. Just don’t say anything to Mark.”

“You don’t think he’s going to know?”

“I’ll tell him when the time is right.”

While the two were hooking us up, I called my travel agent to locate a mechanic in the nearest town. I also had her look for another hotel room. If Eric made the deal sweet enough, I was anxious to begin, but Mark would need somewhere to stay until the truck was repaired. When they were ready, I pulled out a couple of walkie-talkies I carried for when a friend and I go exploring.

“Eric, you ride with me and operate this set.” I handed him one of the units. “Mark, you keep the other one with you. That way we can communicate.”

As we eased the two vehicles out on the highway, Eric asked, “So what about it?”

“Are you sure you know what you’re agreeing to? We’re talking about the works, Eric. If we make a deal, I don’t want anything excluded. I want you naked. I want to feel you all over, kiss you—”

“Kiss me?”

“Kiss you, suck you, fuck you. And I want you to do the same for me.”

“Aw, man.” He pumped a fist. “I’ll just get you off whenever you want. You can suck me if you want to, and kiss me if you have to.”

“No deal. I can get that in any town we go through for a hell of a lot less.”

Eric closed up and sat thinking his own thoughts. After a few miles, he turned to me. “All right, I’ll do...all that stuff. But when I tell Mark, I’m gonna say I’m just gonna let you suck on my sausage.”

“Eric, you can tell Mark whatever you like. But you’ve got to be certain you can do what you say. I’m about to hand over a lot of money. When I do, what’s to keep you from taking off on me?”

He was offended. “I give my word, I keep it. You can ask anyone. I won’t run out on you. And if I say you can...you know...do it to me, then I’ll just lay there and let you.”

“No deal.”

“Why the hell not? I just said you can do anything you want. Hell, you can put it in my mouth and you can put it up my ass. What else is there?”

“There’s doing it without an attitude. And when I ask you to reciprocate, it means getting it up and keeping it up until you come.”

“Shit, you don’t think I can?” He jerked his pants open and slid them down his hips. He massaged himself until he was stiff. “See! Go ahead, touch it.”

I felt his silken skin again, but this time it sheathed a throbbing organ. He must have been a good seven inches and would probably exceed that when he was truly excited. I moved the foreskin up and down.

“Is this the way you and Mark did it?”

“No. He did himself. I did me.” Glancing around as if he were coming out of a trance, he pulled up his trousers. At that moment, the walkie-talkie squawked.

“What you guys doing up there?”

“Trying to get the air conditioner set right. Wanted to be cool and dry when we get there. How’s yours working?” Eric winked at me.

“Got it down to about ninety-eight degrees.” Mark waved a hand out the open window.

Eric clicked off the unit. “Okay, I got hard, and I’ll lose the attitude. How about it?”

“All right. I’ll take a chance you’re a man of your word. To show you I’m not a bad guy, I’ll up the ante. I’ll cover the honeymoon money Mark spent on your trip. That way you can tell the family you made expenses.” That elicited a smile that almost caused a wreck. “In return, you’ll stay with me for three weeks. Deal?”

“Deal.” He accepted my outstretched hand with a frown. “Uh...how big are you?”

“Not as big as you.”

That seemed to please him.

When we found the mechanic my travel agent had located, the man came up with an estimate of two hundred eighty-five. But he had to order a part, so the truck wouldn’t be ready until Monday afternoon. I told him to go ahead.

“Wait a minute!” Mark said. “I’ve gotta get in touch—”

“It’s okay, Mark, it’s taken care of. Come on, I gotta talk to you.” A frown tugged at Eric’s features.

After they left, I prepaid the bill and followed them outside. Apparently handling Mark wasn’t quite as easy as Eric had thought. The older Red Hawk slouched against the fender of the Rover, eyes scouring the earth like ground-penetrating radar. He was not a happy young man. Eric was nervous.

“I gather he didn’t take the news too well,” I said dryly. “Well, that’s between you two. Right now I need to get to the bank. Then I want something to eat.”

Mark crawled into the back seat without saying a word. At the nearest bank, I left them sitting in the car, white-lipped and staring straight ahead, while I went inside to make a credit card withdrawal. Both of them were as silent as mummies when I drove to a decent-looking restaurant on the town’s main drag. Eric and I went into the High Desert Café; Mark marched resolutely across the street to a hamburger stand.

As we dined on roast beef, Eric kept glancing out the window at his cousin munching a hamburger at an outside table. At length he was moved to speech. “Screw him. He rather have a hamburger, it’s his loss.”

“It’s not the meal. It’s me. He doesn’t want to be around me.”

“Naw, it’s me. He’s pissed I didn’t talk to him first. Said it’s his truck, he oughta be the one takes care of it.”

“He wants to stand in for you?” My heart went pitty-pat.

“Shit, no! Run down some relatives for money. But we have a deal, right?”

“Yes and here’s the rest of my part.” I handed over a wad of money. “That ought to make the two of you whole for the trip.”

“Thanks. Now all I’ve gotta do is get the stubborn son-of-a-bitch to take it.”

The phone rang, and I listened a minute before hanging up. “We have a glitch. That was the travel agent. There’s some kind of local shindig going on, and there’s not an empty motel room within fifty miles. All we’ve got is one room with two beds. Your cousin will be with us until Monday.”

Mark rebelled at staying in the same room with us and insisted on sleeping in his truck. Unfortunately, the pickup was locked inside the closed garage. He swore he’d find a park bench or something, but came off it when Eric told him our room had two beds. He shut up, but he wasn’t happy.

Mark claimed the bathroom first and spent a long time showering. His sullen hostility was beginning to affect Eric, who wasn’t on too solid ground with this thing, himself. Mentally, I threw up my hands and figured it was a deal gone south. I put my laptop on the table and began developing an idea for a new book proposal.

When Mark came out of the bathroom, Eric rushed in. The older boy stood at the mirror and combed his damp hair, clad only in a blindingly white pair of jockeys. He caught me looking and threw the comb on the dressing table.

“Keep your fucking eyes to yourself.” He flicked on the television set and settled onto the bed. His silence was tinged with frost. I ignored his warning and studied his sullen features. He was damned good-looking even when angry. His chest was probably a bit deeper than Eric’s.

After a minute, he climbed off the bed and moved around the room gathering clothing. Apparently, he was going to wash their dirty laundry. Ignoring me, he emptied both of their bags. When he took things from Eric’s pockets, he held up the wad of money. “What the fuck’s this?” He turned hooded eyes on me.

“That’s the rest of your money. From the deal Eric and I made.”

He threw it on the floor. “That’s your deal, not mine.”

Eric emerged from the bathroom, a towel around his middle. “What’s going on?”

“Pick up your queer money. I’m going to wash our clothes.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Mark. I was only trying to help.”

“By selling your ass to that faggot.”

Eric went dark. “At least I got it done. You’ll have your honeymoon money back and some extra besides. Anyway, I sold my cock, not my ass. And don’t tell me you’ve never thought about getting your cock sucked, because I know you have. So shut up, and leave my pants alone. I’m going to go get some beer.”

I’ve seen two queens fight over a straight before, but I’d never witnessed two straights fighting over a queen. That was funny; I’d never considered myself a queen.

Mark pulled on a pair of trousers and took the rest of their clothes to the laundry across the hall while Eric dressed and stormed out the door. Everyone had more or less ignored me, so I continued to work on the laptop. Mark came back to sit on the side of the bed and glower at me.

“I oughta tear your head off.”

I’d had enough. “Can it, Mark. If you’ve got a problem with getting your truck fixed, take it up with him. If you don’t like being around me, get out of here. I’m not bothering you, so don’t bother me. And if Eric wants to call off the deal, that’s okay, too. Get the money however you can, pay me back, and be on your way. In the meantime, lighten up.”

He decided to glower some more, but I turned back to the laptop and ignored him. He stripped to his shorts again and crawled back on the bed. A few minutes later, Eric returned with two six-packs. We each popped the tab on a brew and went about our own business. The two Red Hawks lay on the far bed, watching television while I worked at the laptop. When Mark went to take a piss, Eric shoved another beer at me and said I had to handle my share because Mark was a nasty drunk sometimes. That was reassuring as hell.

When Eric went to put their clothes in a dryer, Mark deigned to speak. “What’d he do, tell you to drink up?”

“Yeah. Said you were a nasty drunk.”

“Been known to be. Like to beat on people sometimes. Look, I’ll hit the street for a while so you two can get it on.”

“No need. It’ll be good for Eric to have a night to think it over.”

“You’d really let him call it off?”

“Make you a deal right now. A one-time offer. I’ll fix the truck, give you enough to get back home, and call it a contribution... a wedding present. Eric is one hunky guy...hell, both of you are...but you two have to be friends long after I’ve gone on my way. He came on to me up in that restroom, Mark. I didn’t come on to him.”

“How’d he know?”

“He caught me looking at you while you were at the phones.”

“At me?”

“In case you don’t know it, you’re a sexy dude.”

He couldn’t decide whether to bristle over that or not.

Eric returned, took in the more relaxed attitude, and smiled a private smile. I realized his ploy with the alcohol was a calculated one. He’d hoped it would relax things some.

“I’m going to take my shower now.” I closed the laptop and stood. To show them I wasn’t some soft, flabby bastard, I stripped to my shorts and strolled into the bathroom.

When I emerged later with a towel around me, the atmosphere seemed better. Eric was watching TV while Mark scanned some kind of schedule. I dropped the towel and drew on clean shorts. I sat on my bed and leaned back against the headboard.

“Hey,” Mark said. “They got a dirty movie channel. Wanna watch?”

“Sure. Is that okay?” Eric remembered to ask. “It probably costs extra.”

“Okay with me.” I settled more comfortably on the bed.

Eric stood and fiddled with a box on the dresser, and the set came alive. The sight of his lithe body sent a tremor through me. The film wasn’t the cheap fifteen-minute fuck-flicks you find in an adult bookstore, but before the story line got very far along, it started to develop into the same thing with better lighting and make up. The two boys laughed and giggled as the action got going.

“Damn, look at that dong. He’s hung better than you, Mark.”

“Man, those tits. I’d like to bury my face in them.”

After some vigorous copulation, the movie turned to developing a plot of sorts. Eric moved over and sat on the bed beside me.

“Mark tells me you said you’d stake us with enough to fix the truck and get back home with no strings attached.”

“That’s right. I don’t want to come between friends.”

“Thanks.” He stayed on the bed beside me atop the covers. As the action began again, they both became engrossed in the film. I was more interested in watching Eric’s groin. By the time the film hero pulled it out of the girl’s mouth and inserted it elsewhere, his shorts stood at attention. He had a roaring hard-on. I saw his head move and lifted my eyes to meet his. He was watching me with a half smile on his face. He dipped his head slightly.

I frowned and glanced over at Mark, who was paying no attention. Eric nodded again. I reached out and grasped him. He spread his legs, and I slipped my hand down and cupped his sac. He was still smiling, so I stripped off his shorts and took a good look. His cock had a slightly upward curve so that the tip beat a tattoo against his trim, hairless belly. I grasped him in my hand and pumped gently. With a glance at Mark, who was still studiously ignoring us, I lowered my head to him. I could probably take all of him, but sometimes it’s better not to get greedy. I concentrated on that crucial top three and a half inches. It was getting serious when his legs scissored. I moved over and lay on my stomach between them. I took him in my mouth again and went to work in earnest.

“Slow down,” he mumbled.

I understood he wanted to make it last. Movement to my left startled me. I thought for a moment Mark was coming for us. I came up off Eric, but his hand pushed me back down on him. That quick look was enough. Mark’s jockeys were bulging and the dirty film had been abandoned. Risking a broken arm, I reached across to where he sat on the edge of the other bed and grasped him, hardly believing the girth of the thing straining his briefs. A firm fist closed around my wrist, but instead of tearing my arm off, it moved me up and down on his hot cock. Moments later, he tore himself out of my grasp and went to the foot of the bed.

Hands ripped away my shorts. A pair of knees forced my legs apart. Mark’s fascinating body covered me. I kept working on Eric, not missing a beat. Mark rose off my butt, and a moment later, his massive member probed my rosebud. A searing pain caused me to grunt as he entered me dry. He withdrew and lunged again. By the third time, he was seated, and I was stuffed with a big cock at either extreme of my body.

Eric held my head motionless in his hands, delaying his orgasm, probably to let Mark catch up. Nonetheless, I couldn’t resist running my tongue around his glans. He shuddered, so I held him gently in my mouth while Mark assaulted my ass. He knew what he was doing, that boy. He might not have fucked a man before, but he had fucked something! He drove me relentlessly into the mattress with his thrusting thighs. I groaned from the pure pleasure of his internal massage.

Five minutes of inactivity was enough for Eric. He removed his steadying hands, and I went at him again, sucking, licking, moving up and down the entire length of him. One hand rested on a muscular thigh. The other held his full sac. He moaned and shot. His seed filled my mouth and oozed out of my lips to wet his pubic bush. I sucked at him greedily, savoring his musky taste.

Mark grew more frantic, and then froze, clenched tight against my butt. I felt the force of his orgasm as it drove cum into my other orifice. Both continued to pump out their juices. Finally, Mark made as if to withdraw.

“No!” I thrust my butt back to keep contact. “Mark, turn over on your back. Stay in me.” Surprisingly, he did as asked. I turned with him. My painful erection throbbed in the air. “Eric, get me off.” He glanced at his cousin. “Please! With your hand.”

He grasped my hot pole and jacked me vigorously. Within a minute, I erupted, spraying the two of us and dripping down on Mark below me. I expected disapproving comments, but as I worked my way through a fantastic orgasm, Mark started pumping again. At first, I thought it was to help me through my ejaculation, but as he pressed himself harder and rolled me on my stomach, I realized I was in for it again.

The first time I only thought he fucked me. This time he really went at it. His knees found purchase on the bed, and his thighs drove me right up Eric’s body. I caught a glimpse of Eric’s surprised look before Mark slammed me so hard my forehead banged the headboard. Mark was lost in the act of sex. He pummeled me mercilessly for fifteen minutes, never stopping, never slowing. Eric, revived by the friction of my belly against his cock, started hunching. At last Mark groaned and threw his entire torso against me. His groin flattened my butt; his chest hugged my back, pressing me into his cousin. I felt Eric shoot again. His gasping breath took on a hollow quality for a moment, and while I’m not certain of it, I believe the two boys’ lips met briefly.

“Damn, Mark,” Eric gasped. “Thought you went crazy there for a minute.”

“Man...wanted fucked.” The older boy panted heavily, his chest heaving against my back. “So he...got fucked!”