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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 56
Andrew and John looked at each other with surprise and mouthed "bottom boy?" to each other.
"Hey guys!" Thomas greeted his welcoming party. "This is my brother Andrew and his boyfriend John," gesturing to each in turn before sweeping his arm to cover the brigade before them. "And these are the guys from the station."
John and Andrew gave a wave to the group. On second glance, John realized there were a few women in the mix as well. "Nice to meet you all," he said.
They returned the greeting as they gathered Thomas into their thrall and swept him off to the bar and its handsome scruffy bartender in a sleeveless black t-shirt for a drink.
One of the taller guys with silvering hair tarried a little bit as John and Andrew followed the crowd.
"Hi," he said extending his hand. "I'm Kerry. It's good to meet you guys. Thomas has been a great addition to the team, so it's always nice to meet family. We met your folks about a month ago," he said with a nod to Andrew. "He's a great kid, but I'm sure you already know that."
"Yeah," replied Andrew. "Though I was more than a little impressed that he made it through all the training involved to get here," he chuckled.
"Really? That's surprising: he was one of the top few students in his class."
"No kidding! I wasn't sure he was going to make it through high school on time for a while there."
"Well he did fine after that, I can tell you."
"I'm glad to hear that."
John still had a burning question that he couldn't shake: "`Bottom Boy'?"
"Oh that," laughed Kerry. "It's just a fun old tradition at our station. We have a totem pole, and when somebody joins the ranks, we add their picture to it. As people leave, everyone else moves up, so the newest recruit is always at the bottom: our bottom boy or girl as we call them. Just a harmless initiation that started I don't know how long ago."
"Ah," answered John. "That sounds fun."
"We try to keep life as light as possible around here. Our line of work can be pretty intense, and we don't want it to be overwhelming."
"I like it," John replied.
"So is everyone from the station here now?" asked Andrew.
"We had to leave a few behind just in case we get a call so they can ready the rigs. We're only two doors down, so we'll still be quick to respond if we need to. You'll probably notice that only a few of us will be doing any drinking. Those are the off-duty folks that came in just to celebrate."
"And Thomas?" Andrew enquired.
"He's not on the clock," assured Kerry. "We never let people work on their birthdays. And we've already got Ubers set up to take people home. We definitely don't want to be called for one of our own tonight."
"That's probably for the best," John agreed.
The party turned out to be a lot more fun than John expected after hearing most of the group wasn't drinking. There was lots of appetizers, pizza, and another cake to eat between rounds of karaoke, pool, darts, and various other activities.
Andrew seemed to be hitting it off with Thomas's co-workers and surprised John by engaging in one conversation after another with many of them.
Just as Kerry had promised, only a few were getting anything from the bar. Being the birthday boy, Thomas got more than his fair share. He wasn't quite hammered, but well past buzzed when he bumped into John in the men's room a while later.
John was standing in the stall over the toilet, so Thomas went for the urinal.
"Hey John!" he called from the other side of the stall wall.
"Yeah?"
"Is it true what they say about blow jobs?"
A very surprised John responded. "What about them?"
This could very quickly drop into a sketchy situation.
"You know: that gays give better blow jobs."
Hoo boy! Thomas was clearly less restrained than Andrew about these things. How could John handle this one without causing waves for Andrew like he just did at lunch?
"I suppose that all depends on who's doing it," he finally said before flushing and turning to the sink to wash his hands.
"Yeah, but I've heard guys are just better in general," Thomas insisted.
"Well, all I'm going to say is it makes sense that a guy would have a better idea of what would feel good." He couldn't resist adding "I know I don't get any complaints."
"No?" Thomas asked as he turned toward John with his dick in his hand. Here was a differently proportioned version of his own super sexy boyfriend asking some very leading questions. He was sweating just enough for his t-shirt to stick to his chest in places and his fly was open with his pants pulled low. He wasn't fully hard, but he was definitely not soft either.
"No," John affirmed, conscious that he was in very dangerous territory right now. In the past, there would have been no hesitation whatsoever on John's part on demonstrating his claim right then and there. But this was Andrew's straight younger brother. Supposedly straight anyway. John recognized Thomas wasn't exactly sober, so he decided to chalk his behavior up to the booze. People do change a bit with alcohol in them, right?
"Maybe you should show me," Thomas said with an expression somewhere between tease, hunger, and earnestness as he wagged his cock a bit.
John's resolve faltered for a moment.
He leaned in a little bit toward Thomas, who had moved himself right in front of John by this time.
"You are one sexy little fucker," he growled quietly in Thomas's ear. "But I don't dare oblige you right now." He breathed in deeply before growling again. "Damn."
John quickly straightened up and walked out, leaving Thomas there, dick in hand.
Thomas was soon out as well, apparently none the worse for the exchange. If one cared to look, his bulge was still noticeable, but not obscenely so. He fell right back into his friendly jovial self as he interacted with his crew some more, though John was very aware that Thomas kept darting little glances his way from then on.
About an hour and a half after their encounter, a call came through and most of the station crew instantly vanished. The fire truck dashed by the front door a minute or two later, with lights flashing and sirens blazing. Several of the remaining folks headed home shortly thereafter, leaving just a few of the birthday party folks left and the bar quieted down noticeably.
John had to make another pit stop, and as the stall door was closed, he went to the urinal to empty his bladder. As he stood there, he heard some shuffling around next to him and could have sworn he heard a few furtive whispers before everything went silent again.
His curiosity piqued, he flushed and then washed his hands when he finished. He opened the door as if to leave, but then closed it without going through, being very careful to be silent once the door had closed.
His suspicions were confirmed a moment later:
"Whoa, that was close!" a voice said quietly.
"Don't worry about it," advised a second voice. "I promise you no one will probably care."
"Maybe, but my brother is out there."
"The tall skinny guy? I thought he might be. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure he's gay."
"Why would you say that? How can you tell?"
"Oh honey, we gays know our own when we see them. But enough about your brother. I need to get back to work soon. Still want to know how a guy sucks dick?"
"Yeah."
"That's what I thought," said who John suspected was the bartender. "Now pull that fucker back out."
More rustling and shuffling commenced, and John used the opportunity to lock the outer door as silently as he could.
"Ohhhh," moaned Thomas slowly.
John imagined the hot bartender opening his mouth taking in Thomas's lovely cock.
"Damn," Thomas breathed.
John could hear the quiet slurping noises that come from sucking dick. His own was already at full attention, of course. Hot bartender plus hot firefighter Thomas equals super hot scene. Yeah, John wasn't leaving anytime soon.
He pulled out his cock and began to stroke as he continued to listen to the furtive blow job happening inside the stall. He was inexorably pulled toward the stall door, but was frustratingly unable to see much of anything between the crack in the door.
He could make out that it was indeed the bartender with the sleeveless shirt sitting on the toilet with Thomas standing in front of him, but all he could see was Thomas's elbow and the outside edge of the bartender's muscular arm and jean-clad leg. He desperately wanted to see more, but the gaps were simply too small.
As the tantalizing sounds teased him to aggravation, he moved to the other end of the stall partition, but again the gap was simply too narrow. He could make out vague shadows reflecting on the tile, but that was it.
"Oh god," Thomas said breathlessly from the other side. His moans were noticeably more intense a moment later.
What did the barista do to elicit that bump in intensity? Was he doing that humming thing that Andrew drove him wild with? Was he fondling those blonde-fuzzed low hangers as he sucked on the hard rod in front of him? Was he reaching up to tweak those luscious red nipples as he caressed the cock in his mouth with his tongue? Was he stroking the base of that thick poker while corkscrewing the head with his suctioning lips? Was he pulling those firm ass cheeks toward him to get every last millimeter of cock down his throat? Had he managed to work his finger into the boy's tight virgin hole?
John's imagination ratcheted up with ever more creative and implausible scenarios of what was happening on the other side of the wall to accompany the increasingly intense sounds and moans from the two unseen studs mere inches away.
Thomas started gasping loudly for breath and the slurping sounds reverberated off the tile. John could hear he was about to blast his firehose down the throat of that hot scruffy bartender, and John's cock swelled in response.
"Ungh!" Thomas called out suddenly, obviously in the throes of orgasm. "Ungh! Ungh!"
John pictured the flood of hot seed shooting from that beautiful cock he had been teased with earlier and lost it. Luckily, he was still standing right next to the urinal, so he quickly turned and blasted it with his own load. The first spurt was thick enough that it plastered a large splat right in the middle that slowly began to ooze down into the bowl, with successive volleys trailing downward leaving a humorously Hawaii-shaped pattern on the porcelain.
Thomas's cries faded quickly as he tried to regain his breath. "Damn," he gasped.
"You liked that, did you?" asked the bartender, clearly with a smile.
"Damn," Thomas repeated.
"Then this will blow your mind," promised the bartender.
John was still in the last throes of his ejaculations when he heard a sudden loud yelp from Thomas before he shot out backwards from the stall and staggered when he bumped into the exterior door.
John's ingrained reflexes made him instantly whip around to face the unexpected commotion, and Thomas's eyes flew open at seeing John's big dick still dripping cum.
"See what I mean?" John heard the bartender say, not realizing they weren't the only ones in the room. "Right after you shoot is when it's electrifyingly sensitive. No girl gets that."
Thomas was still too shocked to speak, leaning against the door with his pants around his knees and his cock standing out, still very red and very shiny.
John, too, was stunned for just a moment.
"I'd better get back to my post," the bartender began as he left the stall. "I'm probablyÑ-oh!" he cut himself short as he saw John quickly stuffing himself back into his shorts. "Hello!"
"Hi," John replied with an embarrassed look. "I, uh, couldn't help myself..."
"No worries," the bartender shrugged. "I just didn't realize I was doing a twofer," he said with a smile.
Thomas was struggling to get himself together when John turned to him.
"So, what's the verdict?"
"Huh?" Thomas answered blankly.
"Do guys give better blow jobs?"
The bartender also looked at Thomas with interest.
"That was by far the best I've ever gotten, so I'm going to have to say yes," he said. "Mind blowing."
"Well, if you ever need an encore, you know where to find me," the bartender said to Thomas with a wink. "But I need to get back out there."
He exited in a hurry and Thomas re-locked the door behind him before sinking down into a crouch and leaning back against it.
"You okay?" John asked.
"Um, Yes. No. I'm not sure."
He again reminded John of Andrew.
"What's wrong?" he asked gently, being very careful to be attentive but not too close.
"I just... I don't know."
Maybe that was the default answer for Andrew's entire family, John mused.
"You said you enjoyed it right?"
"Well yeah, but then you were there and then I remembered earlier, but now I'm justÉ I don't know."
"Hey Thomas."
"What?"
"It's okay."
"But it's not! I mean, I tried to ask you about it before, but then everyone was there, and then I tried again, but then I, well, I guess pushed. I wouldn't normally go for that at all, but maybe I was too buzzed because I did. And then you left, but I couldn't stop thinking about it, and then the guy at the bar must have seen I was distracted and asked what was up. No one was around just then, so I stupidly told him, and then he said he'd be willing to help if I wanted since it was my birthday. So when he got his next break, I said sure and he brought me in here. I thought just to talk about it in a private place, but then he said it's better to show than tell. I said he could if he wanted to. So he pulled my junk out and started to jack me off, but then someone came inÑ-I didn't know it was you, of courseÑ-so we stopped for a minute. I was going to end it after I thought you'd left, but then it was like I couldn't help myself, and you probably heard the rest. I just don't know what to do."
Everything came out in one big whoosh before Thomas stopped miserably.
"It's still okay," John said.
"But why did I even bring it up? What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing's wrong with you at all, man," John assured him. "Curiosity is natural. And good."
"But that's all it was: curiosity."
"That's allowed," John smiled. "Nobody said you couldn't investigate questions you want answered."
"ButÑ"
"Thomas, just stop. So you got a blow job. Big deal. Stop killing yourself over it."
"But what if Andrew found out?"
"Is that what this is about? You don't want Andrew to know you got a blow job?"
"No."
"In that case, rest assured your secret is safe with me. It's none of his business anyway, is it?"
"I guess not, but what would he think?"
"About you getting a blow job?"
"Yeah. I mean from a guy."
"Seriously, Thomas?"
"Okay, I know it sounds stupid, but yeah."
"I promise you he would never hold it against you. Knowing Andrew, he would be more upset and disappointed you didn't talk to him first."
"That would just be weird. He's my brother."
"Your older brother who loves you to death, yes. And wouldn't he know better than most?"
"Well yeah." Thomas admitted before changing his mind. "Actually no: I don't think he's ever done anything with a woman."
"Okay, you've got a point there. But still. He's trustworthy to a fault and loves you. Give him some credit."
"I do, I swear," answered Thomas. "It would just be weird, that's all."
"Okay," John said, backing down. "Out of curiosity, why did you ask me?"
"It just seemed like you'd know," Thomas admitted sheepishly. "All of his other boyfriends have been weird, but you seem normal."
"Thanks," John said with a laugh.
"Honestly though," Thomas insisted. "He hasn't had many boyfriends, but they have been either swishy idiots or super pushy. You're cool."
"Thanks," John repeated more seriously, taking the compliment for what it was.
"And I'm sorry about earlier," Thomas blurted out. "I don't know what came over me."
"Don't worry about it. Honestly, it's no big deal. In our circles, you might say it's as normal as a handshake. Not every gay guy is like that, but it's culturally common and no one would bat an eye at it. Trust me: you're a handsome guy and that bartender isn't the only one who'd love to do that for you. I would in a heartbeat."
John didn't realize he licked his lips after he spoke, but Thomas got an odd expression on his face. "Then why did you say no?" Thomas asked him.
"Because you're my boyfriend's brother. Andrew is more reserved than you, and I don't want to do anything that might hurt him. Ever. Even though I don't have any reservations about it, that doesn't mean Andrew is on the same page. Yet, anyway. Who knows what the future holds, but for now that might be a bit too much for him to handle."
"You really love him, don't you?" Thomas asked bluntly.
"More than he can possibly know."
"Then I'm glad he has you."
"Me too."
"You're not going to tell him, are you?"
"No, I won't betray you. It's not my place. Someday I hope you'll trust him enough to tell him yourself, though. I don't like keeping secrets from him."
"Maybe someday."
"I hope so."
Thomas's openness reminded John so much of Andrew that he instinctively gave him a hug, recovering just enough to make sure it was nothing more than a quick bro hug. Thomas responded in kind.
"What are we going to say if they ask what we've been up to?"
"Just follow my lead," John answered confidently.
"Okay. And John?"
"Yes?"
"Welcome to the family."
"Thanks, man."
They washed their hands and took a breath before opening the door and heading back out into the bar. Andrew swooped down on them instantly.
"Where have you guys been? Everyone else left a long time ago!"
"Sorry, Andrew. We were just having a man to man talk."
"Seemed like a long one," Andrew observed.
"You know how you talk about teachable moments?"
"Yeah."
"Well this was one of those."
"Teachable moments, huh?"
"Yep."
"What was the topic?" asked Andrew as he sipped from his glass.
Surprising John and causing Andrew to nearly choke on his drink, Thomas answered boldly.
"Blow jobs."
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