The sweltering Texas heat was damn near suffocating as I sat on my stool in my part of the stand.   I'd taken a job at Jim's Firework Stand for the third year in a row.  Every single year I was anxious for the opportunity to work the stand and every single year I seemed to forget about the heat, the lack of air conditioning, and the boredom.  I had a large camper trailer that I stayed in behind the stand that had all of the amenities, but unfortunately, there was no way to watch the stand from my trailer. 

We always opened the stand up two weeks before the holidays.  I'd been here for four days straight, alone, and I'd probably had ten customers so far.  For four days, I'd been sitting, watching the traffic pass by on the highway while trying to find something to occupy my time.  I was just about to get up and go find something ice-cold to drink when a red Mustang pulled into the small parking area.  I nearly fell off of my stool when the guy got out of the car. 

He stood around five-ten with a lean, toned body.  He was wearing a black wife-beater, a pair of khaki cargo shorts, and leather sandals.  His blonde hair practically glowed in the late afternoon sunlight.  I watched as he stretched his arms above his head and then out to the side.  He shut the door to the car and shoved his hands in his front pockets as he walked casually toward the stand.  As he got closer, he pulled his sunglasses off and tucked them into the neck of his shirt.  Behind those glasses were the brightest, bluest eyes I'd ever seen.

He reached the counter and I still had a hard time finding my voice.  He smiled and raised an eyebrow at me, "Busy day?"

I cleared my throat and shook my head quickly.  "No, not really.  Can I help you?"

"I sure hope you can," he said, still smiling.  "I'm looking for a guy named Shane Miller.  Know where I can find him?"

I took a deep breath and bit at my lip nervously, wondering how this guy had heard of me, and why on earth he'd be looking for me.  With my voice as calm as possible I looked him in the eye and shrugged.  "Can't help you man.  Don't know anyone by that name."

He scratched at his head and sighed, looking back out toward the highway.  He looked back to me and shrugged.  "I guess I've either gone too far or not far enough.  Is there another Jim's Firework stand close to here?"

I shook my head.  "Nope, this is the only one."

He eyed me for a moment or two and finally nodded as he walked away.  I pushed down the urge to call out to him as he walked to his car.   I didn't know how he'd heard of me, or what he wanted me for but I had a pretty good guess.  That alone was enough to shut me up.  The guy got into his car and I tried not to pay too much attention to him.  But when the car didn't start up, I couldn't help but be nervous.  He should have already been long gone.

I stared at my magazine on the counter and pretended to be interested.  I rolled my eyes up, watching nervously as he got out of the car again—cell phone pressed to his ear—and began walking back toward the stand.  When he reached the counter I looked up.

"Decide to buy something?"  I asked.

He shook his head and handed me his cell phone.  "He wants to talk to whoever is running the stand."

"Who does?"

He gave me a look that was akin to a glare and walked off into the parking lot.  I put the phone to my ear and said, "Hello?"

"Is that you Shane?" a familiar voice asked.

Relief coursed through my body as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the counter.  "Yeah Jim, it's me.  What's going on?"

"I was going to ask you the same damned thing.  I send someone down there and tell him to ask for you and you start playing games.  He's my nephew and he's going to be helping out until the stand closes."  Jim said.

"You know what I told you about people asking for me by name Jim.  I just panicked."  I sighed and shook my head, even though I knew he couldn't see me.  "I don't need help running the stand either.  It's really not necessary for him…"

"You let me worry about that Shane.  If the pay is what you're worried about—don't.  You won't lose anything by having him there.  Now that I know he's in the right place and you're in the know about what's going on, I'm going back to work."

"Jim?"

"Hmm?"

"Sorry for the trouble," I said quietly.  "I shouldn't be so…"

"Don't worry about it, Shane; no harm done."

The phone beeped as he hung up and I quickly closed the flip-top lid.  I stared at the phone for a few moments before I resignedly got up and walked to the door.  I opened it to find the guy leaning his shoulder against the doorframe with his back to me.  I tapped his shoulder with the phone and he reached up and took it from me.

"So are you Shane Miller now?"  He asked, staring out into the parking lot.

"Yeah," I said as I turned and walked back into the stand, leaving the door open.

The guy followed and leaned his ass against the counter staring at me as I sat down.  He finally held his hand out to me and smiled.  "I'm Brad."

I took his hand and our eyes locked.  Inwardly, I groaned.   I hated connecting with people right off the bat.  It always seemed to make things difficult.  "Nice to meet you," I said, my voice coming out more like a whisper.

He pulled his hand away and crossed his arms over his chest.  "Been working for Jim long?"

"About three years," I said as I pulled my magazine toward me and began searching desperately for something interesting to read.

"So," he started hesitantly, "why weren't you Shane Miller before you talked to Jim?"

I shrugged.  "I don't care to have anyone from my past find me."

"What the hell's in your past?"

"When I know you better, maybe I'll tell you." I rolled my eyes up to look at him, hoping that'd be the end of it.  "Until then…I'm more comfortable keeping that information to myself."

I turned my attention back to my magazine and he sighed.  "It's ok; I guess I can understand that."  He was silent for a moment then tapped his fingers in the middle of the page I was on.  "You're not afraid someone's going to see this and come back while you're alone and closed down?"

"See what?"  I asked, shrugging.

"What you're reading."

I started to ask what he was talking about when it hit me.  I was only reading one of the biggest gay magazines there was.  The article I'd been reading when Brad had driven up had been on gay marriage and I was still in that section.  I sighed and shook my head, looking up at him.  "I don't guess I ever thought about it."

He winked and patted me on the shoulder.  "Always good to think about things like that—especially with you out here all alone."

His words gave me pause, even though his expression and his touch confused me.  The only thing I could manage to do was nod in agreement.

"I'm going to find a nice even place to set up."  He said as he walked out the door.  I watched him walk to his car, cursing myself for watching the way his ass moved under his shorts.  Thank God they weren't any tighter or I'd have really been in trouble.  He got into his car and started it up.  He drove it around behind the stand and after a while I got curious about what he meant about 'setting up'.

I waited another thirty minutes or so and finally walked around back.  Brad was struggling to get a tent to stay up.  It was then, I realized, that he'd not only be working at the stand with me but that he'd be staying here as well.  I liked my privacy for the most part, but I didn't have a problem with him staying.   The only thing was, it was Texas at the end of June and it wasn't just hot, it was blistering hot, and the humidity felt like it was one hundred percent day and night.  I could not imagine sleeping in a tent.

After watching him struggle and getting utterly frustrated, I finally spoke up.  "Need a hand?"

Brad looked up at me, wiping the sweat from his brow and sighing.  "Why do I suddenly feel like this wasn't a good idea?"

I laughed and made my way over to him.  "Because it's not?"

"My rod is broken," he said, tossing a piece of metal to the ground.

I had to fight to keep the smart-ass reply quieted.  Apparently the humor still showed in my expression.

"The rod for my tent, asshole," he growled.

"Sorry."  I took a deep breath blew it out slowly.  "You know, I've got plenty of space in the trailer if you'd like to bunk on the fold-out couch.  I don't mind and it is air-conditioned."

He bit at his lip as he considered it and then gave me a wry grin as he stepped closer.  "That's liable to cause a bit of distress for me."

"Yeah?  Why's that?"   I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what kind of distress I'd be under.

"'Cause I?  Wouldn't want to be sleeping on a fold-out couch when there's a good-sized bed in the back."

"The bed's taken," I said, feeling heat that had nothing to do with the weather creep into my cheeks.

"We could share," he said softly, running his tongue seductively over his bottom lip.

Before I could formulate a response, a car pulled onto the gravel, drawing my attention back to the stand.  "I uh…we can talk about it later," I stuttered, damn near falling over myself to turn around and jog back to the stand.  I could hear Brad's laughter from behind me and I cursed myself for getting so worked up.

A few more cars pulled in to the parking lot after that one and by the time I'd finished with the last customer, it had been quite a while, and still no Brad.  About half an hour later, he finally walked in, hopping up on the counter beside me.  He pulled his feet up on the edge in front of him, looking at me expectantly.

"What?"

"Hey, if you're not interested—that's cool.  But hey, I'd really appreciate the fold-out…if the offer's still open."

Not interested?  Damn, that was so not it.  I took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly.  "Offer's still open," I said, moving to stand in front of him.  "Where you end up sleeping?  That's anyone's guess."

"You clean, Shane?" Brad asked, tucking two fingers into the waist of my shorts and drawing me closer.

I nodded.

He slid off of the counter, going to his knees in front of me.  I started to protest, but he had my shorts down around my ankles and my cock buried in his throat before I could manage to put two words together.  Soon, he pulled off of me, inhaling deeply as he licked and sucked at my balls.

Oh hell yeah.

My cock was leaking, leaving a thin, sticky trail across his face as he brushed against it.   The scrape of his afternoon beard against my sensitive shaft had me reeling.  He took me in again and my hands immediately went to his head, fingers fisting into that beautiful blonde hair.   Before long, I was pumping into him and he was taking every thrust like a seasoned pro.

I felt a slick finger slid behind my balls and when it pressed against my hole, I shook one leg out of the shorts around my ankles, spreading my legs in invitation.  He moaned and slid his finger into me and the combination of the vibration on my dick and the brush against my prostate was damn near enough to send me over.

"So good, man," I panted.  "Just a little more."

He sucked harder then, adding another finger to my ass and fucking me hard and fast.  My spine tingled low and my belly tightened.  A few seconds later he went completely still, with my cock still buried in his throat, and started swallowing.

Something warm and wet splashed against my calf and it was only a few seconds later that I realized that it was his come.  That sent me over the edge, knowing that he'd come just by getting me off.  I let out a wordless cry as I came, spurting my load down his throat.  He pulled off a little, licking and sucking at my slit as he withdrew his fingers.

Brad rolled his head back, grinning up at me.  "Couch or bed?"

I let out a contented sigh, sliding my hand over his jaw.  "Bed."

***

We'd been tending to customers for hours, talking comfortably and getting to know each other in the process.  It soon closed in on midnight—time to close the stand.  Brad looked at his watch, sighing, but made no move to get up.  I looked over at him.  "We close at midnight."

He nodded.  "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I shrugged, getting to my feet.  I started shutting the windows, sliding the latches closed on the plywood.  When I got to the third window and still hadn't been asked anything, I turned around.

Brad was standing about a foot away from me, a heated look in his eyes.  "Do you kiss?"

I raised an eyebrow at that.  "Do I kiss?   What kind of question is that?"

He shrugged.  "Some guys kiss, some guys don't.  Kind of weird with the ones that don't.  They'll let you suck their cock and eat their ass, but God forbid if you want to stick your tongue in their mouth."

I laughed, grasping his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.  It was only a brush of lips the first couple of times.  When I sucked at his bottom lip though, he moaned, opening up to me.  My tongue delved into the warm heat of his mouth, sweet from the watermelon candy he'd been sucking on a short time before.

His hands slid beneath my shirt, fingers twisting and pulling at my nipples.  I groaned, cupping his ass in my hands, squeezing and pulling him into me.  We were suddenly moving as his kiss got more intense and I came to an abrupt halt as my back hit the doorframe.  He kissed along the line of my jaw and when he sucked at my ear, I shivered.

Chuckling, he whispered, "Let's get it locked up…quickly."

I sighed, pulling him into me and humping against him.  "Don't wanna stop."

He pulled away, leaving me feeling lost and humping at the air.  "It'll only take a second," He grinned, moving to close and lock the third window.  "Grab the money and come on; we're done."

I found the gray-tinted money box and followed him as he exited the stand, turning off the light behind me.  He shut and locked the door, gesturing for me to walk ahead of him.  I practically ran to my camper out back and he was right on my heels.  We were soon inside and he was pulling the door shut, locking it.

I set the money box on a table and he quirked an eyebrow at me.  "You gonna leave it there?"

I sighed and went to the fold-out couch, lifting up the seat and setting the money box in the storage area beneath it.  "Happy?"

He nodded, stalking toward me.  I backed up down the short, narrow hall and when my legs bumped against the bed, I fell back.  Brad stood at the foot of the bed, stripping off his clothes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

I couldn't help staring at his lean, toned form—his muscles jumping and flexing beneath that sun-kissed skin.  Fully undressed, he slid a hand over his chest, pulling absently at his right nipple.  "Clothes, Shane."

"Huh?" I asked and then realized what he meant.  I shucked my clothes off in record time, grinning.  "Better?"

"Much, much better," He said, crawling up over the end of the bed.  "Got lube?"

I nodded.

"Rubbers?"

I nodded again.

"Perfect," He chuckled, moving between my legs and licking a long line up the middle of my belly.  My cock rubbed against his chest, the soft hairs teasing along my shaft.

"Let me suck you?" I asked, closing my hand around his thick, hard shaft.

Brad rose up on his knees, grasping his cock and bouncing it playfully.  "This what you want?"

"Yeah," I said, shifting on the bed and moving toward him. 

He lay back, spreading his legs, arms locked behind his head.  "Careful," He chuckled.  "I'm pretty good at holding out, but I'm not so sure I'm gonna hold out very long with you."

"We've got all night."

"Maybe," he whispered, drawing in a quick breath as I sucked just the head of his cock.  "But the first time I come, it's going to be up that tight ass."

I moaned at the thought, taking his heated flesh into my mouth, my lips stretching around his thickness.  I'd pull off, licking up and down his shaft, then suck him down completely again.  He pushed me away after only a few minutes and covered his cock.  "Rubbers?"

I crawled back up the bed, opening the storage cabinet above to get the lube and a roll of condoms.   Brad quickly snatched one off the end of the roll, holding it between his teeth.  "Give me the lube and lie back."

I did as he said, lying back and spreading my legs to give him access.  He slicked his fingers up and began stroking his own shaft.   He then added more lube to his fingers and soon had them in my ass, opening me up.  I writhed on the bed beneath him, grinding against his hand.

"Please, Brad; that's enough."

"Yeah?  You sure?"

I nodded.   "Want you to fuck me."

He pulled away, instantly leaving me feeling lost and empty.  He moved forward, and rubbed his cock against the soft skin between my balls and my hole.  The condom landed on my belly.  "Open it."

I reached for it and as I started to tear it open, Brad's slick cock slid firmly against my pubic bone, brushing against the sides of my cock and balls.  I looked down and, in the glow of the security light outside, watched as he pressed down on his cock with his palm as it slid across my skin.

"Shane?"  Brad chuckled.   "The rubber?"

"Oh, right." I fumbled at the foil-pack and finally got it open.

He moaned as I slid it over his thick shaft and he pushed my legs up, lining the head of his cock at my hole.  It took a little bit, but he finally slid in, taking my breath away.  Letting go of my legs, he sank down over me, pressing our bodies together.  He kissed me softly and then pulled back, smiling.  "I'm so glad you don't mind kissing."

"Umm…and you're such a good kisser too," I said, cupping his neck and bringing him back down for another kiss.

The moment our lips met again, he started thrusting, the flared ridge of his cock brushing exquisitely against my prostate.  He filled me up, stretched me so completely, but I still couldn't get enough of him.  His tongue swept hungrily against mine as he thrust into me with long, deep strokes.

He pulled away, bracing himself over me as he moved.  His thrusts became harder and faster and I was soon crying out, trying like hell not to come.  I was there, knowing I could come at any time, but I didn't want it to end—not yet.

Brad bent forward, trying to kiss me and keep his thrusts at the same pace.  "I know you're holding back."

I panted, trying to keep my breathing steady.  "Not…"

He paused, bending a little more to capture the lobe of my ear between his lips.  He nipped it hard and let his warm breath wash over me.  My ass clenched around him and he whispered, "Come."

The moment he said the word, he thrust hard into me and I came, crying out in release.  Hot sticky come sprayed between us, and he inhaled sharply, increasing his thrusts.  Only moments later, he was crying out, slamming his hips against me as he came.

When he was empty, he sank down over me, pressing his lips to mine.  "Damn, I love the way you smell, Shane—the way you taste!"

"And not only can you kiss…you can fuck too," I chuckled.

He nuzzled against my neck, sighing.  "And here I thought I'd be stuck at the stand, bored out of my fucking mind."

"Normally, yes.  But I think that between us?  It's going to be a hell of a lot more interesting."

Brad nodded, propping himself up on his elbows above me.  "So you're not dating anyone are you?"

"Um…no," I laughed, knowing I'd told him that I wasn't hours before now.

"Wanna be?"

I stared up into his beautiful blue eyes and smiled.  "I think I might need a little more convincing."

He pressed his lips to mine, brushing them softly back and forth.  "We've got plenty of time."

 

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