Uber by Timothy Lane
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Uber
© By Timothy Lane
Blake looked for Zone 5 at Terminal A at DFW. The change in temperature from the terminal – not to mention Columbus – was unfortunate. The Dallas evening was a less-than-ideal 93 degrees at 8:45. Typical for August. The app said the Uber driver would be at Zone 5 for pickup in two minutes. He kept his eyes peeled for a silver Honda Accord.
"Do you need a ride, sir?" a stranger asked.
"I have an Uber on its way," Blake replied, not making eye contact with the stranger.
Blake regretted the second glass of Cabernet on the flight now. He felt too warm already. Returning home was fine, but he wasn't necessarily relieved to be back. The temperature was just the slightest note of forewarning.
Looking at the app, Blake could see his driver was rounding the curved entrance ramp to Terminal A. He could make out the silver color as the sunset gave off its last rays of light. He matched the license plate with the information from the app and waved.
The driver door opened. A tall, sandy-blond-haired man exited the car. "Blake?"
"Yes. Nathaniel?"
"That's me."
"Is that your only bag?" Nathaniel asked, reaching for Blake's rollaboard.
After the luggage was placed in the trunk, Blake set his briefcase next to it. He had no intention of doing any work during the drive home.
"Terrell is a bit of a drive. Home?" Nathaniel asked.
"Yeah. My ride couldn't come. Got tied up."
Both men entered the car. As Blake got into the back seat, he noticed the slightest scent of ... fresh. He had taken countless Uber rides. Typically, the cars always smelled like ... cars. Or people. This one had the scent of tropical flowers – if he had to pinpoint a smell. Blake casually looked around the car to determine its source to no avail. Nevertheless, he liked it.
"I have water. Would you like a bottle?" Nathaniel offered.
"Ummm. Sure. It's warm out."
"I've got the AC cranked, but if you want less or want to make it colder, let me know."
"Thank you," Blake replied.
As he handed the bottle to Blake, Nathaniel noticed the ring on Blake's finger.
"Married."
"Yeah."
"Is that who couldn't pick you up?"
"Correct."
"Does your wife work at nights?"
"Husband. Actually."
"Ah. My mistake."
Nathaniel didn't feel too bad for his assumption, but he remained quiet following. After a couple of minutes, the silence seemed deafening.
"If you have a favorite station, I can put it on," Nathaniel offered.
"I'm good, actually. I listened to a lot of music all weekend. Silence is kind of nice."
"Business trip or pleasure?"
"Twentieth anniversary high school reunion, if you can believe it. Columbus."
"Ohio? That should be cooler than here."
"It was good. Upper 80s during the day. Warm. But at least the nights cool off up there. We just swelter all night here."
"Fall's coming. The Cowboys will be playing before you know it."
"I suppose."
A couple more minutes of silence transpired.
"No. He's not at work," Blake said from the back, as he watched the redness of the sunset descend into the horizon in Nathaniel's rearview mirror.
"Sorry?" Nathaniel said confused, using the rearview mirror to look back at Blake.
"My husband isn't working. He just got busy. I'm sure it was a social engagement of some kind. He just asked if taking an Uber home would be okay."
"Ah."
"Fine."
From where Blake was positioned in the back seat, he could see the speed at which Nathaniel was driving. He liked that his driver wasn't hugging the speed limit.
"Waze says there will be a slowdown on 30 for a little bit, but it shouldn't delay us too much. I still think it will only be an hour this time of night."
"It's all good," said Blake.
After another minute of silence, Nathaniel could see an aura of glowing light in the rearview. He glanced back to see Blake staring at his phone, tapping out a text. A notification chime indicated a response had come in.
Blake blustered out a "pfff." Nathaniel glanced back just in time to see his passenger roll his eyes, then the glow faded. Blake had put his phone down.
"I'm sure people call you Nate," Blake said from the back.
"To be honest, no. Mom was weird. She made sure the family always called me Nathaniel. If a relative tried to call me Nate, she shot it down."
"Good for her."
"Why do you say that?"
"I always question why people give their kids names, and then call them something else. I always liked how Blake could only be Blake. My college buddies filled out forms, and they would have to use formal names that no one knew them by. It's all strange if you think about it. Why not name the kid what you want to call them?"
"I suppose. I don't mind Nathaniel. Kinda long though."
"It's nice. I like it."
"Thanks," Nathaniel said, not really thinking it was a compliment to be earned.
"Hey, Nathaniel, I see there is a McDonald's in a mile. I'd love a sweet tea. Do you mind if we zip through the drive through. I'll treat you to whatever you want."
"To be frank, it would be nice to pull over just to run in and pee. I've kind needed to for over an hour."
"Mutually beneficial then."
A minute and a half later, Blake gave an order for a large sweet tea and a large Coke Zero, while Nathaniel darted to the men's room. Once he handed the drinks to Nathaniel, Blake felt a bathroom stop would be logical as well.
Looking in the bathroom mirror, he brushed his fingers through his hair to position it just right.
Before they left McDonald's, Nathaniel noted Blake's attire as he was being handed his beverage before he re-entered the car. Blake had blue jeans, but designer ones. He wore polished brown shoes with them. He had on a navy blue sport coat with a white collarless shirt underneath. The brown belt was notably shiny and matched the shoes perfectly. Blake's dark hair was perfectly groomed, and hair product kept it perfectly in place. He had enough dark stubble, precisely shaped enough to count as a beard.
"Thanks, I was craving this," Blake said as the car started again.
As Nathaniel pulled out onto the highway again, Blake's cell rang.
"Yeah," he answered.
Nathaniel couldn't make out the caller's words.
"Yes, I'm on the way home. I just texted you a few minutes ago."
The voice on the other end got a little louder.
"No. I'm not still at the airport. I'm in an Uber on the way home."
More loud talk.
"No. He was busy."
The talk was loud enough to where Blake pulled the phone away from his ear. "Why do you stay with him?" the voice on the phone asked.
"Kyle, don't. Just don't even start."
Nathaniel couldn't make out the next comment.
"Just ... not now, Kyle. Bye."
Nathaniel felt slightly awkward. He shouldn't have listened to the conversation, but he couldn't help but pick up on a couple of sentiments there.
Dallas' skyline moved closer in their view outside the window. Blake had always loved it. He found it had character. He moved over to sit directly behind Nathaniel so that he could peer at the buildings, now lit up for the night sky.
Neither of the gentlemen said anything. Blake continued to gaze at the architecture.
"See that building to the left?" Blake asked.
"Yeah," Nathaniel said.
"I worked up on the 30th floor for a year."
"Nice view, I'm sure."
"It was. There was a lot I loved about it."
"What took you to Terrell?"
"My husband. We can work from home, and we have a big place out there. It would be harder in Dallas."
"He's not a big city person?"
"Not really. I guess Terrell has its social circles to some degree."
"So, did you fly first class tonight?"
Blake's brow crinkled. "Why do you say that?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pried like that."
"What made you ask?"
"Fancy job. What you're wearing. Taking an hour-long Uber was no big deal." Nathaniel didn't mention that he could pick up on the slightest smell of alcohol on him when he handed him his tea. It was coming out in his sweat, so he figured he had a few.
"Hmm." Blake took a drink through the straw. "Yes. I did. Probably shouldn't have drunk as much wine as I did."
"Hey, you're not driving."
"Very true. I needed the tea though. Fuck. It's still hot to me even now."
Blake shifted his weight in the back seat to free the sport coat from his arms. He carefully folded it in the back seat as he moved back over to where he could see Nathaniel better. Blake felt Nathaniel was good looking, although he wished he had some facial scruff beyond the mustache.
Blake's phone rang again. "Jeezus, Kyle."
Not wanting to hold it to his ear, Blake put it on speaker.
"I just wanted you to know that I really enjoyed seeing you this weekend."
"I know that. You told me that."
"You know what I mean. I wish you could come here more often."
"There will be another reunion in five years."
"Fucker. You don't have to wait that long."
Blake laughed. "We'll see. Work's busy. Even this weekend was hard enough."
"Speaking of hard ... you were hard enough for me."
Blake let out an exasperated groan. "Kyle...!"
"I loved your dick. Take a picture of it for me. Text it to me."
Blake fumbled to take the call off speaker. He used a scolding tone in a lowered voice. "Fuck, man. I had you on speaker!!"
Nathaniel couldn't make out the next sentences, but he could detect laughter from the caller. Both men in the Uber sensed that "Kyle" had been drinking.
"I'm. In. An. UBER," Blake said pointedly. "Goodbye, Kyle."
He hung up the call.
"I'm ... um ... sorry about that."
"No issues with me. I'm just driving."
"Is this your primary job, if I may ask?"
"You'd think so. It makes me more money than what I do at City Hall."
"Dallas?"
"Hell, no. Flower Mound. It's ... just stuff in the office. I'm not anyone important."
"Well, you're getting me home safely, so you're important to me."
Nathaniel laughed.
Another text came in. Blake looked down to see a picture of Kyle's dick texted to him. It was hard and leaking pre-cum.
"Jesus Christ," Blake muttered.
"Kyle?"
"Yeah. He was actually my first high school boyfriend. We stayed together for a couple of years. Even when we went off to college, we were faithful to each other that first year."
"But things changed?"
"Yeah. I wanted to fuck lots of guys."
"Oh," Nathaniel said, a bit shocked, but quietly so.
"Sorry. I'm sure I came off as a prick for saying that."
"I'm just here to be the driver. No judgments from me."
"It was a long time ago. I was much younger."
Neither of them said anything for a couple of miles.
"Hey, Blake. If I may ask — and if I'm out of line, tell me so — how did you know you were gay? Did you make a choice one day? What was it that made you know?"
Blake was taken aback. "That's really a good question." He paused to think more about it. "I guess I always just knew."
"How?"
"Well, ... I did have girlfriends in junior high, but by the time I started high school, I just noticed that I was looking at guys. It was just natural. I didn't think much of it at the time. I wasn't really questioning much. I just assumed everyone at school was feeling the way I was. But then I noticed my classmates going ape shit over girls who would walk by ... and I didn't."
"Hmm."
"When we watched movies, if a man was shirtless, I was magnetized. When we were playing sports or if I was in a situation where we would change clothes or undress, I just looked at guys. When I went into the bathroom, my eyes would glance down to see if I could see the dude's dick next to me."
Nathaniel said nothing.
"Jesus. That sounded pervy," Blake said. "But anyway, I was just drawn to males not females. By my sophomore year, I questioned if I was gay. By my junior year, I knew I was gay. I was a horny mother fucker."
"Was it hard to find other gay kids?"
Blake thought about the question. "I'm ... not going to say it was easy, but ... I managed. To be honest, I fooled around with a couple guys who were probably straight."
"Oh. I see."
The car was quiet again.
Blake questioned if he gave off a poor impression of gay-kind to his driver. He had no personal qualms about his sexual decisions, but he didn't want the world — in this case his driver — to judge all gay people by his own actions.
Neither of them initiated further conversation.
A text came in from Kyle. Blake was hesitant to open it. Having just opened the pic of his schoolboy crush's erection earlier, he could only imagine what this might be.
"Text me a picture of your dick. I need to see it."
Blake rolled his eyes. "I'm in an Uber, idiot. I'm not doing that," he replied back.
"It's all I can think about. I need to see your cock. I love your cock."
Blake liked his own dick as well. It wasn't as big as his husband's, but he liked the smoothness of his penis and how it hung like a faucet, not just straight down. He had often admired it in the mirror following his showers.
The silence seemed all-consuming. Blake felt he caused it.
"So. Do you have a girlfriend?" he asked.
"Not currently," Nathaniel replied. "I had one for several months, but we broke up just as summer started."
"I'm sorry."
"It's my fault. We started out well, but between the two jobs, I just didn't have much time for her. She needed more than just one night a week."
"Meaning dating or ... sex?"
Nathaniel laughed. "Oh, we had sex on Tuesdays and Sundays. I stayed over at her place. The only time we had together was on Sundays. I took that day off. She said she needed more. I didn't make time for her. I feel it is all my fault. But it was fairly amicable when we broke up. What could I say? She was right."
"She never stayed at your place?"
"Rarely. Hers was cleaner. Nicer. Again, I could have been a better boyfriend."
"I see."
"You'd hate my place."
"Guys aren't that judgmental."
"Straight guys aren't. You'd probably label me as a slob."
"I don't like labels." Blake paused, then posed the question to Nathaniel: "You didn't have any gay guys over that said that, did you?"
Nathaniel hesitated answering.
"No. That wasn't what I meant. Y'all just seem to be cleaner."
"Hmm." Blake dared to ask: "What makes you say that? Do you have experience with gay men, Nathaniel?"
Nathaniel didn't answer. He put on his blinker to move into the passing lane. He then picked up his McDonald's beverage and took a drink.
"Not ... actually."
"Sounds like something is there," Blake said with a smile.
"Not really."
A moment of silence followed.
"I guess I'm a little ashamed that I can't say that I have any gay friends. I suppose I should."
"There's no requirement."
Each of them took another drink.
"You said you took Sundays off, but you're driving tonight," Blake noted.
"After the breakup, it didn't matter. I do it when I feel like it. I didn't have any plans this evening."
"And I tip well."
Nathaniel chuckled.
A Facetime call from Kyle came in. When Blake answered, he immediately regretted it. "Kyle, can you just let me get home, okay?"
"You know you won't get any once you get there."
Blake reached into his pocket to put in his earpiece. Once he plugged it in, Nathaniel could no longer hear the conversation.
Kyle turned the phone to show himself stroking his erection. Blake told himself he wasn't interested, but it made him immediately hard. He couldn't speak to Kyle without Nathaniel hearing him. Discreetly, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his rigid cock. He turned the phone to show Kyle the view. He was in the center of the seat, so he felt Nathaniel couldn't see his hips.
"That's my boy," Kyle replied. "Join me."
"Not here," Blake softly said. "I should go." He hung up.
"Kyle again?"
"Yeah," Blake answered.
"He's persistent. I'll give him that."
Blake put the phone in the seat, but left the earpiece in. He tried to put his cock back in his pants without drawing any attention to himself by his movements. He was ashamed that Kyle had persuaded him to take it out. Kyle's long cock got him hard though.
Blake had enjoyed sleeping with Kyle both Friday and Saturday nights. The first night was all oral, but the previous night was all about him driving his dick deep into Kyle's willing ass. They had taken turns fucking each other. He had loved it both ways. They switched back and forth, edging themselves as close as they could before cumming. Kyle had succumbed first, exploding inside Blake.
Thinking about it, Blake found himself with an erection that refused to go away.
"What's the worst thing that's ever happened to you while you were driving customers?" Blake asked, trying to get his mind off Kyle.
"Worst ... as in ... customer behavior or traffic?"
"Bad customers."
"I wouldn't use the word bad with any of them. I've only given two bad reviews in doing this for four years. One couple was very stuck up. They treated me like a servant ... like they deemed me worthy of catering to their whims. The only other time was when a couple had a knock-down, drag-out argument in the back seat. Somehow, they started yelling at me when I asked if they were okay. I didn't like that drive, but at last it was only fifteen minutes."
"Wow." Blake paused. "So, no other bad reviews?"
"Not really. It's just my job to get them where they are going."
"Anyone just ever really make out?"
"That's fairly common, particularly if I pick them up after clubs close."
"I see." Blake took a quick sip of his tea. "And that's not weird?"
"Not really. As I said, I'm just a driver. The vast majority of people just need to get to their destination and are simply pleasant. Late in the night, people can get drunk."
"How late do you work and then get up to go to your day job?"
"I only do late nights Fridays and Saturdays. That's when I'm needed the most. You will most likely be my last customer of the night. Unless someone's headed back toward Dallas."
"I'm sorry to take you so far away."
"It's all good."
Blake mentally planned on a higher-than-normal tip.
"I had an unusual experience a year ago," Nathaniel said.
"Do tell."
"It was after midnight, and I picked this couple up at a club. They were pretty wasted — or as far as I could tell. Her hands were all over him. At first, I wasn't sure, but I figured out she had leaned over his crotch. I thought she just leaned into him, but nope ... she took it out."
"Oh my."
"I heard a zipper, and he said, `We shouldn't.' But she kept on. Soon, there were just tell-tale sounds of a blowjob. I was just glad they finished before the ride was done."
"You could tell?"
"Yes, sir. At first, there were his quiet protests. Then soft moans. They probably thought I couldn't hear, but I could. Easily. They were pretty drunk. I heard him whisper to her that he was about to cum. And ... well, he did. It wasn't too disguised. Not that he was screaming, but a guy can tell when another dude is cumming."
"Goodness."
"I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have shared that. I'm sure you weren't interested in hearing about that."
"I'm always intrigued about Uber drivers and how their job works."
"It's hit and miss, but the extra money always comes in handy."
Blake was surprised that Nathaniel's anecdote made him hard again. Again!
"Speaking of drunk..." Blake softly muttered, as yet another call from Kyle came in. He still had his earpiece in, so Nathaniel couldn't hear any conversation from Kyle's end.
"Dude. What now?"
"I'm jerking off thinking about you," Kyle said. "I just want you on the other end of the line when I cum."
Blake was incredibly happy he had the earpiece jack in to keep all comments from Kyle being heard.
Kyle positioned his phone to show his cock with his hand stroking it. Blake knew he should hang up, but he was intrigued to watch ... just for a minute. Kyle's dick was so long. He liked it back in the days when the two of them were a college couple. Kyle was Blake's first fuck — and ironically, his most recent. He rubbed the bulge in his pants as he watched Kyle masturbate.
Kyle got a little louder on the other end. That made it more challenging for Blake to keep his hand off his crotch.
Blake knew he should have shut off his phone, but he became too hypnotized to Kyle's performance. The more he looked, the more he wanted to.
His dick felt confined. He unzipped his pants and let the protrusion of his restrained erection under the fabric of his underwear at least feel less imprisoned. He noticed a wet spot on his boxers. The last bit of twilight allowed him to see that.
Blake listened to his high school lover groan as he masturbated. He rubbed his bulging boxers as he took in the show.
"Join me," Kyle requested.
"Possibly," Blake said. He knew he couldn't jack off in the back of an Uber ... but he couldn't stop rubbing his crotch. To even think about masturbating in the back of an Uber was inconceivable. Wasn't it?
Eventually, he pulled out his cock to let it breathe. He didn't think Nathaniel could see it in his rearview. He moved over a little to be more behind him. His boxers were positioned below his balls to keep them in place. Blake wrapped his fingers around the rigid, stretched skin of his erection.
Feeling his cock felt good. He had enjoyed sex with Kyle twice over the weekend, but his old friend had him horny again. He couldn't help himself. His arm started stroking his cock. He didn't feel it was too obvious to Nathaniel.
Blake's dick felt wired after a minute or two. He accidentally let out a soft groan when the stimulation was just right when seeing his friend's hard-on pounded. The audible moan caused Nathaniel to look in the rearview. He could tell Blake had moved, but he could barely see his head at the corner of the mirror. There wasn't much light left to see clearly. While he couldn't see his crotch, Nathaniel could see his customer's face as he stared at the screen. The movement of his shoulder and arm confirmed what was happening in the back seat.
He continued to drive on.
Blake knew he should have hung up, but he was rather committed at this point. Questioning what he would do if he came, he momentarily let go off his cock and reached for the handkerchief in his pocket, setting it to the side.
"Are you doing it with me?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah." Blake was surprised he admitted it. He turned the phone to his own crotch for a second.
"FUCK YEAH!" Kyle screamed, but only Blake could hear.
The two college chums continued to stroke their erections.
"I love your cock so much! I wish I was sucking it!"
"Me too," Blake said.
"You make me harder than anyone," Kyle said.
"Whatever," Blake said. He knew that wasn't possible.
They watched and jerked and breathed heavily.
"I'm getting close, Blake," Kyle groaned.
"Me too," Blake admitted. He glanced at his handkerchief to make sure he was ready.
He had never done anything like this, but the forbidden nature of it made it even hotter. He shut his eyes just listening to Kyle groan louder. The stimulation was building.
Blake turned the phone to see Kyle's crotch the best he could. The sight of his friend's seven inches being jerked in a death grip planted him at the point of no return.
Suddenly, a rabbit darted across the road, causing Nathaniel to sharply weave. Blake bumped the phone, and the jack came out.
"Blake! Ohhh, Blake. I'm gonna cum. You're making me CUM!"
The phone wasn't on speaker, but Nathaniel clearly made that out, even from the front seat. He reached down to gently rub his own crotch. He was quite aroused, simply by what was happening unseen behind him.
Blake knew he should fix the situation, but as he saw cum shoot from Kyle's crotch, he only had time to grab the handkerchief and cover his own cock. The building orgasm demanded that he not experience it in silence. He groaned. Not at the top of his lungs, but Blake's orgasm was evident. The pulsing liquid into the thin fabric felt glorious as it spasmed from his steel rod.
Blake took a deep breath, leaned back and turned off the phone.
After putting his retreating penis away and zipping up, he was afraid to speak.
"I don't know what to say," Blake said. "I'm so, so, so sorry. That was embarrassingly inappropriate."
"It's just my job to drive, not to judge."
"No. No one should be subjected to that. I'm sorry." He paused. "Just so you know, nothing is on the car. I captured it all, if that doesn't sound too ... icky."
Nathaniel chuckled. "Good to know."
Blake placed the handkerchief, now damp but folded, into his pocket. He was grateful that Nathaniel had been cool with that moment happening but was still embarrassed, nonetheless. He hated Kyle for getting him into that mortifying situation.
"Again, I'm sorry."
"Not a problem. In fact, you guys had me all boned up up here."
Nathaniel so wanted to rearrange his crotch, but that wasn't possible while driving with his seatbelt fastened.
"I'm going to guess you and your husband have an open relationship."
"I – I – I guess. I think we both just assume. We've never really talked about it. We just figure each other does it when it is ... convenient."
"Convenient."
"Sounds bad, doesn't it? I imagine we were monogamous for the first years of our marriage. Eventually, it just became kind of tired. It's not like I'm out cheating on him every week. It's ... rare. Ish."
Blake reflected on his current sex life with his husband. The two of them hadn't made love in about two weeks. He had managed to get himself off two or three times a week before leaving on the trip. He figured they would have sex the night before his flight, but Garrett, his husband, had fallen asleep early. Blake knew that had disappointed him before he left. He was a bit pissed off when he was dropped off at the airport Friday afternoon.
Neither gentleman knew what to say, so they continued the drive in silence.
"Do you have family in Columbus still?" Nathaniel eventually asked.
"My parents live in Akron now."
"Did you see them?"
"No. I didn't even let them know I was going to be in Ohio. I just didn't have free hours to go see them."
"That's unfortunate."
"Not really. I'm not super close with them. I see them once a year. That's enough."
"Ouch. I'm sure there is a story there."
"There is, but I won't bore you with it."
"We've still have over thirty minutes. Not that I'm prying. Do you have any siblings?"
"No. Only child. If I were to hazard a guess, I feel that after they had me, they didn't care to have more children. I don't think the parental genes were something they inherited."
"Why do you say that?"
"It seems like I could never do anything right by my father. The way I did my math, the way I mowed the lawn, the way I learned to parallel park, the way I loaded the dishwasher — nothing was ever right in his eyes."
"I'm sorry. That must have been hard. Surely, there were some good times."
"Not a lot. Every now and then, we'd go to Handel's for ice cream. It was something between him and me. I'm not sure what caused him to decide when we would go, but when we did, we both smiled. He didn't tell me I did things wrong. We talked about what happened during our day. For some reason, Handel's was a ... safe space. I didn't see my father smile much, but we did there. It was my favorite place growing up."
"And your mother?"
"She and my father fought all the time. I hated listening to them fight. I knew it wasn't about me, but I still felt like I needed to escape it. I'd bury myself in my room when they argued, which was weekly. I just curled up into a ball on my bed. I could hear them arguing downstairs."
"But they are still together?"
"Somehow."
"It wasn't a loving environment. I'd watch TV shows where families would do all these things together and parents would tell their kids how proud they were of them. I just assumed this was fictional made-up scripts. I knew it wasn't real."
"Did you take family vacations?"
"Mostly to relatives. When I was in fifth grade, we took a few days to see a Reds game and went to Kings Island. We had fun those days. We saw the Grand Canyon when I was in eighth grade. It was the only time I had ever flown until I was in college."
"I haven't flown much."
"As a kid or adult?"
"Both. I think I've only been to six states."
"Well, Texas is about the size of six."
"True. Still, I should see more of the country."
"We're still young. We have our lives ahead of us."
"I guess. I suppose I just don't want to travel alone. You're probably good at that."
"I don't mind being alone. I've enjoyed a few trips on my own. Personal vacations."
"Do you and your husband travel together often?"
"Probably twice a year. We have a good time. When we're away from work, it's all good."
"Where do you like to go?"
"It's always different. We try not to go to the same place twice. Newport, Rhode Island, was a favorite. Even our first trip to San Antonio was nice. We stayed on the River Walk."
"Ahh, I love the River Walk."
"Yeah."
Nathaniel looked in the side view mirror. The final glimmers of red-violet had sunk below the horizon. It was completely dark.
"So do you see your parents on one of the holidays?"
"Usually. We tend to see them on Thanksgiving and Garrett's parents over Christmas."
"Your husband?"
"Yes."
"Personally, I think I'd prefer to just stay home. I like spending time in our home over the holidays. Garrett and I seem to be able to turn off work, even more so than when we are on vacation."
"Is his relationship with his parents better than yours? If you don't mind me asking."
Blake pondered Nathaniel's question. "To be honest, I think my relationship with his parents is better than his. I mean, he gets along fine, but ... I was just enthralled to see parents who didn't fight. When I met them, I figured it was for my sake that they put on their best behavior, but then I realized that is just who they are. They welcomed me."
"That's nice."
Blake looked out his window. He wasn't thinking about his parents; he just watched trees and bushes, barely perceptible from the car lights zip by. But in trying to not think about his parents, he did think about his parents.
"Garrett gets along with my mother fine. They kind of hit it off."
"But not your dad?"
"My husband is gay, so ... not so much.
"I'm sorry."
"It is what it is. Usually during a visit, Dad takes me to Handel's and we have our father/son moment. Then he tinkers in his workshop or garage for a lot of the visit. We all sit down at meals. That's the biggest part of our together time."
"It's a shame he isn't more welcoming ... to both of you."
"My junior year of high school there was a time when my father seemed ... I don't know. Honestly caring. I seem to recall him telling my mother that someone at his workplace had lost their son to a car accident. Or something. Maybe it was a wake-up call. Dad seemed more present then. I think life felt fragile for a moment. He started spending more time with me. It was probably our best time together."
"That's good."
"Then I told my parents I was gay the summer before my senior year and ... well, it was strained again, particularly with my father."
"Religious?"
"Hell, no. He's just a ... well, I'll say `good ol' boy' instead of bigot. He doesn't hate gays; he just thinks that's not a way a real man should be."
"That sounds kind of hard."
Blake sighed heavily. "It is sometimes, Nathaniel. It is."
Nathaniel suddenly felt fortunate. He loved his parents deeply. He knew they wished he had a higher-paying job, but they loved him unconditionally. They were always thrilled to see him when he stopped in each month.
Kyle texted. "So, did the driver know?"
"Yes. Leave me alone. I'm humiliated."
"Sorry."
Blake felt a drop of late-dripping cum had made a wet spot on his boxers. He squirmed in his seat to dislodge the sticky flesh and fabric adhesion.
He moved back to the center of the back seat so that Nathaniel had a clearer view of him in the rear view. Sitting behind him seemed so secretive. Mainly because several minutes ago it was.
Blake whispered imperceptibly, "Fuck you, Kyle." How did he allow that to happen?
Nathaniel took a drink of his Coke Zero. The two gentlemen were quiet for a while. Blake looked at Nathaniel's phone positioned to where he could view the screen while driving. The GPS indicated 27 minutes left in the drive.
The silence got to Nathaniel. Usually he had music on, but Blake hadn't wanted any. Because Kyle and Blake had fucked to their favorite high school songs — Kyle had made a playlist — music wasn't what Blake wanted to hear. He didn't feel guilty for fucking Kyle. But at the same time, he didn't feel good about it either. He knew he and his husband were in an odd place. Perhaps it was time to talk some things out.
Nathaniel reached down to maneuver his crotch under his seatbelt. His cock needed to be adjusted to be more comfortable. It was curious that his erection still hadn't gone down, even though the "moment" in the back seat had ended some time ago. He tried to think about when the last time he came was. He couldn't remember. It must have been a few days.
"Can I ask a personal question?" he asked Blake.
"Like our conversation hasn't been personal enough?"
"True. If you want me to shut up, just say so."
"No. Actually, I have enjoyed your company. You're easy to talk to."
"Well, thank you for that compliment."
"I mean it. So, fire away."
"When was your first experience?"
"You mean with a guy?"
"You dated girls?"
"In junior high school, I went steady with two girls. We kissed a little. By my junior year, I knew I was gay."
"How did you figure it out?"
I was at a friend's house during high school. He had an older brother off at college. He took me into his room because he knew he had some nude magazines. Most of them just featured women, but one had couples in it. It showed them being intimate. The women didn't really do anything for me. But I wanted to look at the naked men. It just took a second, but all my questions were answered in that moment. The pictures of men — chest hair, hairy crotches, hard dicks — it was a siren going off. I just wanted to look at them for a long time. Call it clarity if you will." Blake paused. "Was that too frank of an answer?"
"No. You were being honest."
"You'd think I would feel bad. `Oh no! I'm gay!' But ... nope. It's like everything just lined up for me. No more questioning. No more wondering. I knew what I was, who I was. There were enough cool celebrities that were gay that I knew it wasn't the end of the world. I knew I could move forward."
"So, Kyle was your first experience then?"
"It depends how you define experience. There was a kid my junior year. I knew I was gay by the end of that year. We just sort of ... talked ... after school one day. He felt he was gay too. He asked if he could kiss me. So, we did. We were ... boyfriends, if you want to call it that, for two months. But we didn't tell anybody. He was too afraid to. After two months, he broke it off. He said he was suffering from depression and needed to end it."
"Depression?"
"He wasn't as accepting of his sexuality as I was. Religious family. I assumed he was being consumed by guilt. I felt bad for him. I don't think we were in love or anything. We were just ... boyfriends. It was only kissing."
"When did Kyle enter the picture?"
"Well, if experience means more than kissing then Kyle would be that person. We kissed for two weeks at the beginning of our senior year. Finally, we wanted more. I slept over at his place during the fall. We couldn't keep our hands off each other's dicks in bed." Blake paused. "Jesus. That's TMI. Sorry, Nathaniel."
"I was the one who asked."
"We loved jerking each other off."
"Do you think a lot of guys do that in high school?"
Blake started to answer, but then he deciphered something in Nathaniel's tone.
"The way you asked that ...did you do that in high school, Nathaniel?"
Nathaniel closed his eyes for a second. It was too late to change the subject. "Kind of."
"How does one kind of jerk off with someone else?"
Nathaniel sighed. "A scout group I was involved in went camping one time. Everyone was 16 to 18. Another schoolmate and I shared a tent. We were both seniors near the end of the school year. We just talked before going to sleep. Eventually the conversation came around to ... `Do you?' We both admitted we did — because all boys do — and we started ... getting on it with it. In the middle of it, he reached over and grabbed ... mine. I was surprised that he touched me. It. But it felt good, so I let him. He got me to finish first, then rubbed my cum on his own dick and came a minute later. We cleaned up and turned in after that. Surprisingly, we didn't put anything back on." He paused. "Well, how's that for TMI?"
"How did that experience affect you?"
"I'm not sure. I think about it from time to time. Back then, I thought about it for several weeks. I left that trip ... unfulfilled."
"What does that mean?" Blake asked.
"I didn't know how I felt about it. It was nice ... and confusing, but ... he got to feel my dick, but I didn't get to touch his. I think I wanted some closure."
"You wanted to feel his cock?"
"Kind of. I felt like he got more than I did. It's silly. I know. I also wanted to hold him as we slept. I had no idea why. We had a bond for that hour or so. But then it was over. The next morning, he got up, stood aside his sleeping bag totally naked ... and I just looked at him. We were comfortable with our nudity, but that was the only real experience I ever had with a guy."
"Women ever since."
"Well, not a lot. Four."
"Any of them long-term? Were you in love?"
"I think I was with the first one. We were in college. University of Texas Dallas. Things were so nice with her. We both lost our virginity to each other at 19. It was sweet and tender. I miss her."
"What happened?"
"She didn't come back for the sophomore year. Her family was from Arkansas. We could have attempted a long-distance thing. We did over the summer. But when she didn't come back, it just ... it was too difficult to maintain."
"What was her name?"
"Brooklyn?"
"Do you ever hear from her?"
"Facebook, I guess. Neither of us post regularly."
"Let me guess, she's married now with two kids."
"Three."
"Do you want kids, Nathaniel?"
The driver turned to look out the side window. "No."
"Me neither," Blake said from the back seat.
"I'm not a good catch," Nathaniel said solemnly.
"Bullshit," Blake defended. "You're good looking. You're nice. Why would you say that?"
"I should show more interest in what my girlfriend wants and needs."
"Did any of them say that to you?"
"Two, but it's true. I get caught up in sports and movies. I mean, I enjoyed our dates and everything. Sex has always been good. But ... I just wasn't into doing the things they were interested in. When my free time was so limited, I ... I was ... AM probably a bit selfish."
"So ... I take it they broke it off?"
"I've never broken up with anybody. I'm just not a good boyfriend, I guess."
"Maybe you should call up that boy scout?" Blake joked.
Nathaniel didn't respond. Blake immediately felt bad that he had somehow insulted Nathaniel.
"Were you in love with any of these four women?"
"Brooklyn, for sure. When we split, it hurt. The third one ... maybe. I don't know. Again, I'm a lousy boyfriend. I can't even tell when I'm in love."
"I think you know it when you are."
"Were you in love with Kyle?"
"Whew," Blake let out. "Yes. We were like boyfriends, then we had a fight over something stupid. Politics, I think. I fooled around with two other guys. One was on the debate team. He just wanted some kind of sexual experience, I think. I'm not a shy person; I suppose the school started picking up on ... me. One guy — he was actually on the basketball team — was in Algebra with me. We talked about this and that. We grabbed a Coke after school. One thing led to me offering him a blowjob and he accepted. Like I said, I'm not sure either of them was gay. But Kyle and I missed each other. By the end of the school year, we knew we loved each other and planned on going off to college together."
"That sounds kind of sweet."
Blake reflected on their first months in college. He and Kyle were very happy.
"I've never had sex with women. What do you like most about it?"
"Most??? How would you answer that if I turned the question to you? It's sex. I like it."
"Oh, I could answer. You'd think orgasms would be the go-to answer. But that usually symbolizes the end of the moment. I like the process itself. Using my tongue is what I like the most."
"That's specific." Nathaniel squirmed his hips below the seatbelt and grunted. "Urgh."
"What's the matter?"
"If you must know, I've been hard since you and Kyle had your phone thing. I can't get my erection to go down. The seatbelt is strangling it."
"You can take care of yourself. I won't mind."
"I'm driving!!"
"Have you ever jerked off while driving?"
Nathaniel didn't answer.
"I have," Blake said from the back seat. "Driving home from college to see my folks. I was 21 and knew I wouldn't feel all horny around them, so I ... just took it out while I was driving. What's funny, during my senior year of college, a severe storm kept a lot of my dormmates inside. We gathered in a friend's room and played a game called `I Never.' I don't recommend it. Anyway, you form a circle and have bottles of whiskey — or any drink I suppose. You take turns saying something like "I never snuck out of the house" or something. If you had done it and couldn't say "I never" then you had to take a drink. One guy said he had never masturbated while driving — and almost the whole room took a drink! I was floored."
"Early 20s," Nathaniel softly said. "Long drive."
"Just that once?"
"I did the long drive several times."
"See? Take it out. I won't care."
"Blake, you're in the back seat. Not a chance. I'd feel ridiculous — and unprofessional."
"I did it back here fifteen minutes ago."
"I wasn't a part of that. I'd just feel awkward."
For some reason, the conversation not only intrigued Blake but thoroughly entertained him. He was hard again.
"What if I joined you?"
"You just came."
"Not a problem."
"Wow. Color me impressed."
"It's my superpower."
There was a pregnant pause.
"Nah. I couldn't."
The car was silent again. Blake noticed Nathaniel shifting his weight in his seat trying to get comfortable. His hips squirmed. He was quiet again. Nathaniel took his hand off the wheel and moved it to his crotch. Blake had a good view of his arm.
Silence.
More touching. Nathaniel made small circular rubbing movements on his complaining crotch.
Blake watched as Nathaniel's hand set the car on cruise control.
Nathaniel let out an exasperated groan. "This is NOT a good idea."
He released his seatbelt and ringing notifications came from the dashboard.
"It's going to yell at us for a minute."
"We'll call it celebratory fanfare," Blake smiled from the back, unfastening his belt from his jeans.
A red, blinking alarm continued to rebuke Nathaniel for not having his seatbelt on.
Blake heard Nathaniel breath out, "Oh, fuck yeah." He could see the driver's jeans ripped open and underwear pulled down. It was dark, so the view was dim. It was barely illuminated by lights on the dashboard.
"That's it," Blake said from the back.
"Is yours pulled out?"
"It definitely is," Blake confirmed.
Nathaniel lifted his hips to pull his clothing down a bit more. No longer were his briefs snapped below his balls. His crotch was free. His right hand started stroking his erection while his left hand remained on the wheel.
"Be loud if you want," Blake said.
"Only if you are."
Blake's hand started pumping his hard-on. He was confident he could get himself off again, but he didn't know how long it would take. But then again, Nathaniel was driving.
"Now, doesn't that feel better?"
"Ohhhh, yeah," Nathaniel moaned. "I haven't cum in days."
"Then I'm glad I've encouraged this course of action."
"You know if we are in an accident, we're both going to look very exposed."
"That kind of makes it hotter."
"It is hot."
Blake felt the summer temperatures hit him again, although Nathaniel had the car comfortably cool.
"I need to take my shirt off."
"Fine."
Blake tugged at the bottom of his designer shirt and pulled it over his head. His hands reached down to his jeans and pulled them further down too.
"Better."
Nathaniel looked in the rearview and could easily see Blake shirtless. He couldn't see his dick though. Nor could Blake see Nathaniel's.
"Kind of wish I could do that. This could all get messy."
"Let me help," said Blake.
He leaned forward to touch the buttons on Nathaniel's shirt.
"May I?" he requested.
"Okay."
Blake's hand unfastened the top button on Nathaniel's shirt.
And the second button.
And the third button.
He let his hand slip inside and rub Nathaniel's chest. Nathaniel groaned in return, still pounding his own cock.
Blake let his thumb rub each of Nathaniel's nipples, but he preferred feeling the hair on his pectoral muscles. Nathaniel seemed rather fit, and Blake liked gripping his chest.
Blake moved his mouth closer to Nathaniel's face. "This is nice," he softly said.
"Yeahhh," Nathaniel breathed.
The fourth button was unfastened.
After the passenger released the last button, the driver's shirt was spread open, revealing a bare-chested man whose lungs were taking in much more oxygen. The heavy breathing made his chest heave.
Blake so wanted to reach down and lunge forward to grip Nathaniel's cock, but the driver's arm was in control — gripping, stroking, rubbing. But that was for the best. As it was, he had encouraged something reckless and daring. He began to doubt what emotional effects this would have on his Uber driver. But both of them were deep into it, jerking their erections.
Nathaniel moaned. He didn't hold back. It felt good. It felt really good. Thankfully, the highway was straight, and if anyone passed, the car was completely dark. The more he pulled, the more his cock felt electrified. The spontaneity and outrageousness of the situation excited him like nothing before.
Yanking, rubbing, jerking.
Blake was right-handed, so stroking his dick with his left was harder, but he refused to take his hand away from Nathaniel's chest.
"Does it feel good?" he whispered.
"Yeahhhh," Nathaniel moaned.
"It's fine with you that I touch you?"
"Oh yeah. Don't stop. I like it."
Blake wrenched his erection with his left hand and threaded his fingers through Nathaniel's chest hair with his right.
"Are you doing it with me?" Nathaniel needed to know.
"I am. Absolutely," he whispered into Nathaniel's ear. "We're doing it together."
Nathaniel got louder. Groaning, grunting, moaning. Jerking, pulling, feeling.
Two minutes went by with neither man saying anything. It was breathing, moaning, panting, groaning. Both knew the wild scenario had contributed to their cocks being rock hard.
"You're really hot, Nathaniel," Blake whispered into his ear.
Nathaniel's heavy breathing began to stagger, as his fist punished his rigid pole.
"Do you like it?" Nathaniel asked back. "Do you like how it feels?"
"I'm so hot right now, Nathaniel. This makes me hot. You make me hot."
Nathaniel wailed as his orgasm began to take its place on the horizon.
"I wish you could feel my cock," Blake whispered, letting his tongue touch the inside of Nathaniel's ear.
"Oh fuck. Oh yeah. It feels good." Nathaniel's arm was a piston, churning the gears of his sexual anatomy like a stream-driven machine.
"Me too," Blake said, forcing his left hand to stimulate his own genitals as effectively as his right hand always did.
Blake pulled Nathaniel's chest hair between his fingers. "I like how you feel."
"Oh man," Nathaniel wailed.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Blake softly said. "My cock feels good. I know yours does too."
"Fuck yes! I'm so close."
"That's it. Just do it."
"I'm gonna-"
"Do it. Cum for me, Nathaniel."
"I'm gonna-"
The dam burst.
"UNGH!!! Ungh! UNHH!! Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh. Ungh."
Blake breathed into Nathaniel's ear and onto his neck through the intense orgasm. "Nice," he whispered, when Nathaniel had finished.
Nathaniel glanced down at his chest. The illuminated panel on the dashboard reflected light in the shiny spray of liquid up his torso.
"Wow," he breathed. "Did you cum?"
"No. Not yet. I need my right hand."
Blake took his hand away from Nathaniel's chest and immediately missed touching it. He then fumbled for the handkerchief again, getting it ready.
His right hand gripped his erection once more. It now seemed right. Blake felt the stimulation was in solid control again.
He moaned as his cock provided sexual gratification through his whole body.
"Can I still touch you?"
"Yeah," Nathaniel said, beginning to wonder how to deal with cum all over his exposed body.
Blake could no longer reach Nathaniel's chest with his left hand, but he reached over the headrest to run his fingers through Nathaniel's hair.
Nathaniel admitted to himself that he still liked Blake touching him. He continued to be incredibly aroused even following his climax. His passenger's touch was wonderful. It was as if he knew exactly how he liked to be touched. Nathaniel's erection was not subsiding as quickly as it normally would. He wanted Blake to touch him for the rest of the drive.
Because Blake was leaning forward, it was harder to thrust his pelvis than if he had been lying down, but he worked on his cock with fire and fury. He moaned and groaned.
"Come on, Blake. You can do it," Nathaniel encouraged.
"Getting there," Blake panted.
Blake's fingers wriggled between the headrest and Nathaniel and caressed his neck. He then felt his jawline with the back of his fingers. Nathaniel pressed his face into his touch.
"Getting there," Blake moaned.
Blake's hand felt Nathaniel's right cheek. The driver turned to give an ever-so-slight nibble on Blake's finger. Then he sucked it into his mouth.
"Oh my GOD! Oh yeah. Nathaniel!"
Blake freed his finger and reached up to grip the hair on top of Nathiel's head. He pulled tight. His grip on his scalp was fierce as his second orgasm charged to the frontlines.
"Cum for me, man."
"I'm close."
"Do it for me."
"I'm almost there."
"CUM FOR ME!"
Blake let go of Nathaniel to scramble for the handkerchief. He covered the head of his cock and growled as his climax shot a new load into the thin fabric. He groaned and wailed.
"YES! That's it, Blake!"
"Oh, my God!" Blake wailed as his second orgasm refused to stop.
Then his arms dropped to his side, and he focused on getting enough air. It took a long time for his breathing to return to a regular rate.
"That was hot," Nathaniel finally said. "Thank you."
"Fucking hot. Thank YOU."
Nathaniel could feel his cum start to drip.
"I'm a mess. I think I should pull over."
"I agree."
Nathaniel tapped the brake to take the car off cruise control. He let it gradually slow down on its own. Soon, he stepped on the brake once it got below 40 mph and brought it to a slow stop. The car gently rolled onto the shoulder. He debated whether to put his flashers on or not. The closest car was a half mile back. He just left the lights on but didn't put on the flashers. He didn't want anyone to pull over to offer aid.
Once Blake had his penis back in his pants, the car passed them in the left lane.
"I'll come up to help," Blake said.
He opened the outer door and moved up to enter the car's front seat. He was still shirtless.
When the door opened, the car light came on. Nathaniel's glistening body was in full view for both of them. They both stared at the splatter painting that was Nathaniel's torso.
"You came a lot," Blake softly said.
"I did indeed." He looked into Blake's eyes. "There's some wipes in the glove compartment."
Blake didn't look away. They just stared at each other. Then the overhead light went out again.
The snap of the glove compartment opening gave Nathaniel a nano-second of relief. "Orange foil package."
Blake found it on top. He turned to Nathaniel after shutting the latch.
"I'm going to do something first." He looked him in the eyes. "I hope it's okay."
Without hesitation, Blake leaned over and placed his face at Nathaniel's crotch. He looked for drips of cum. His tongue stretched out and licked some off the head of his driver's dick. It made Nathaniel's cock jump. Slowly, he began his slobbery climb up Nathaniel's torso, licking whatever cum he could find. If it was in a clump of hair, his lips sealed over the hair and pulled the cum out of it.
"Holy fuck," Nathaniel whispered.
Blake continued to hunt. Once he felt he got most of it, he then moved up to place a small kiss on Nathaniel's lips.
"Oh."
"Hope that was okay," Blake whispered.
"I think so."
A small peck was placed on his lips again.
"I've never felt my cum on my lip before," Nathaniel smiled.
Blake looked at the small smear he had rubbed on Nathaniel's bottom lip. He extended his tongue and licked it off.
Nathaniel giggled.
Blake looked at the package and saw how it opened. He pulled out a wipe and immediately recognized the tropical scent.
"I thought all disinfectant wipes smelled like ... disinfectant."
"I like these."
"I can see why. It's nice for passengers."
"Right."
Blake began to move the wet cloth toward his new friend but saw the exposed cock still refusing to deflate.
"I need to do this," he softly said.
His tongue licked the length of Nathaniel's reclined cock. He could tell it wasn't steel anymore, but it was certainly full. It pulsed as Blake's tongue lubricated its fleshy presence. Then it was consumed entirely by Blake's mouth. The passenger slowly, gently sucked the male anatomy of his driver.
"Maaaaaaan," Nathaniel breathed. He let his fingers sift through Blake's hair as his head bobbed over his crotch.
Blake suckled the organ a bit longer, and then he removed it from his face.
"Thanks. I like your cock."
"You're gay. You like all cocks."
Blake set up. "That's not true. Well, okay. Yeah, I like dick. BUT ... I don't necessarily like every single dick." He turned to Nathaniel. "I like yours. It's nice."
"I guess I'll take that compliment. I was just born with it though. It's not like it works out."
Blake laughed and began wiping down Nathaniel's chest. Nothing was said. The two of them quietly watched the cleaning procedure with just the smallest smile on their faces. The freshly scented wipe was wrapped around Nathaniel's dick. Blake wiped it through his bush and around his balls.
When Blake was done, Nathaniel took the cloth from his customer and placed it on the floorboard below his feet.
Blake looked at him once more. "I guess I should get in the back seat again."
"You don't have to sit back there."
"I'm still shirtless. I probably should get ready. We don't have that much of the drive left."
"I suppose."
Blake reached for the door handle, but Nathaniel suddenly put his hand on Blake's shoulder.
"Can I ask one favor?"
Surprised, Blake answered, "Sure."
"You can say `no.' I would totally get it."
"What is it, Nathaniel?"
"Can I hold your dick? Or, you know, just ... touch it?"
"Closure?"
"I think so."
Blake reached to the side of the seat and reclined it back. His hands found his zipper and he pulled it down. Slowly, he pushed both his boxers and jeans down a foot.
Nathaniel couldn't see a lot, but he could see Blake's smooth four inches protruding like a faucet. He hesitated. He wasn't sure he could do it. Then Blake gently grabbed his wrist and guided it toward the waiting goal.
Nathaniel's touch was gentle. He let his fingers touch Blake's skin, carefully outlining the contour of his penis. Carefully, he gripped it. In the lightest way, he pulled on it.
"You have a nice cock too."
"Thanks."
"You're making me hard again. You know that, right?"
"Seriously? A third time!?"
"Oh, I won't be able to cum for an hour, but ... you can make me hard."
Nathaniel felt it stiffen in his grip. He stroked it a few times, and then he let go.
"Thanks. That's what I needed."
Their eyes met.
"You're welcome."
Blake got out and moved to the back seat while no cars were coming. Nathaniel buttoned his shirt and pulled his pants up. Thinking about touching Blake's cock made him stiffen just a bit. He fastened his seatbelt. He took a deep breath and contemplated what had just happened. How had it all happened?
Nathaniel put on his blinker and began to move the car forward, eventually getting up to speed.
Both men were quiet. Blake began to wonder what this might do to Nathaniel and began to question all his decisions. Just as he had done with Kyle. Nathaniel was a kind soul, and he didn't want to fuck with his head.
"Are you going to be okay with all of this?" Blake asked.
"I believe so."
"It wasn't your average fare."
"Not exactly."
"Don't worry, I'll be giving you the biggest tip I've ever given."
Nathaniel chuckled but then got quiet again.
The air conditioning had made Blake's sexually damp skin suddenly feel chilled. He pulled his shirt back on and reached for his belt. He stared at the cum-filled handkerchief and tucked it into the pocket of his sport coat. With minimal effort, he managed to get his arms through it and was fully dressed once again.
He missed being shirtless and touching Nathaniel.
City lights of Terrell began to come into view. Signs for restaurants appeared, and Buc-ee's beckoned its nonstop line of cars, even at this time of night.
"Terrell is big enough for things to take your husband away, huh?"
"We make the most of it. Garrett didn't even say what it was he was attending."
"You have an unusual marriage, if I may say so."
"I would have to agree with you."
Blake knew the turn into his neighborhood was just a minute away.
"I'm sorry he didn't come pick you up."
"I'm not. I'm glad I could give you closure."
"Ha!!" Nathaniel continued to laugh. "That you did."
"I'm going to go find those wipes and purchase a package for my car," Blake smiled.
"They're great, I'm telling you."
"They'll make me think of you."
Nathaniel stepped on the brake at a stop sign. He turned to Blake.
"I'll never think of them the same way again."
The two smiled at each other.
Blake felt better about his encounter with Nathaniel than he did with his weekend affair with Kyle. He looked out the window not looking at what was out the window. He felt perhaps he placed too much blame on Garrett for the mediocrity of his marriage. The two of them loved each other; they just needed to put the effort into making it spark again. The fire he felt with Nathaniel was what he wanted to feel at home.
Nathaniel followed the GPS through the last set of turns. He hadn't realized it, but he hadn't stopped smiling since Blake moved to the back seat.
When he arrived at Blake's home, he expected it to be bigger. Then he realized that the house was quite nice and expecting a mansion was probably unrealistic. The more he looked it over, the more he realized how nice it was. There were at least four bedrooms, and it was two stories. The yard was meticulously landscaped. It was evident, even in the night lighting.
The car was put into park. Both men got out.
Nathaniel went to the trunk and opened it. He pulled out the suitcase and briefcase and placed it on Blake's front walk.
The two gentlemen faced each other.
"Well. I'm sure you weren't expecting ... all that ... when you picked me up," Blake said.
"You are absolutely correct. Not at all."
They smiled.
"I enjoyed the drive. I had a good time," Blake said.
"I think I did too."
"You think?"
"Oh, I'm sure I'll be sorting a lot of things out on the drive back."
Blake smiled. "I'm sorry it's far."
"It's okay. I have a lot to think about."
Blake reached for Nathaniel's hands. "Just don't overthink anything, okay?"
"I'm fine. Really. I just have one last thing to ask."
"What is it?"
"Please don't tip me."
"What!!? Why?? I was going to leave you a huge tip."
"I'd prefer you not. That changes things. In this case, at least."
"But ... you deserve it."
"I have the reward I want."
Blake put his hands on the sides of Nathaniel's head and pulled their faces together. Their lips met.
"I wanted to at least give you that," Blake softly said, as their lips parted.
"That I can accept."
The two stared into each other's eyes. It seemed natural to hug in the moment. The men held each other for a long time. Then they pulled apart.
Nathaniel reached for Blake one last time. "I'll never forget you." He kissed him once more. "Good night."
As Nathaniel opened the car door, Blake called out.
"Is tonight the first time ... the first time you've kissed a male?"
"Yes."
"Think you will ever do it again?"
Nathaniel smiled at him and shook his head. "I honestly have no idea."
And he slipped inside the car.
He saw that he had an available fare to Mesquite. That was the direction he was headed anyway, so he figured there was a little more cash to be made after all. His fare was a middle-aged woman.
Blake walked inside. Garrett wasn't home yet. He knew sex wasn't going to happen tonight, but he was excited to see his husband. He planned for the two of them to have an intimate morning.
He texted his husband to let him know he made it home safely. Garrett replied that he was glad and looked forward to seeing him.
Two minutes later, Nathaniel pulled up to the woman's house.
"Claudia?"
"Yes. Nathaniel?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Oh, thank you. I've had car trouble all day, and I really need to get back to my sister's house. I'm sorry it is so far out of the way."
"It's actually the way I'm headed, ma'am."
"I promise to be quiet in the back."
"After tonight, I'm sure I'll be deep in thought anyway," he said.
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