Ollie’s battered Ford pickup rumbled down the rutted dirt track spewing plumes of dust and oil smoke behind it. The cloying heat of summer in the Midwest gathered on his exposed skin. Sweat ran in great rivers darkening his t-shirt. Ollie swiped a forearm across his brow trying to keep the stinging droplets from his eyes.
Had to be getting close.
Ollie checked his odometer. Another quarter mile at most. The jouncing truck rattled his bones. More than once, he hit a wash that made his teeth clack together. All very unpleasant and all done in the name of his art.
Road Rod magazine was small-time, but it was better by far than his previous gig covering Friday night high school football for a small town.
Ollie rounded a bend and sighed with relief when he spotted his destination.
The road ended at a wide cul-de-sac of potholed dirt. Gravel filled the pits, more for traction control during wet seasons than an attempt to smooth out the land.
A small barn, its once vibrant red faded to pink, sat just beyond the edge of the roadway. Two large cottonwoods offered the little building some respite from the brutal summer sun.
Ollie parked off to one side and gathered his equipment. Strange. No dogs came to greet him as he slid from the cab. Perhaps it was just too damned hot for anything beyond lazing in the shade.
The overwhelming noise of the cicadas, awake and horny after their thirteen-year slumber, contributed to the feeling of solitude. It was impossible to hear anything over their buzzing racket.
Ollie approached the barn, calling out a greeting. Only the cicadas responded. No dogs, no humans. Maybe the guy hadn’t gotten the message.
The barn door was open. Ollie let himself into the dim interior. The raucous insect noise died back to dull clicking. Hot, dusty air that smelled of motor oil and musty hay filled his nose. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust. When they did, Ollie was able to make out the object of his current assignment: a cherry red 1970 Chevy El Camino. Its chrome gleamed even in the low light. It was a magnificent vehicle more than worthy of its pending feature in Road Rod.
“Hello? Anyone here?” Ollie said.
Hollow metallic thumps sounded from the back of the El Camino. Ollie stood near the front grill. He caught a blur of motion through to darkly tinted glass of the back window but was unable to get a clear view.
“Ah, shit.” A man’s voice, thick with sleep, reached Ollie first followed by his head popping over the roof of the car.
Ollie’s heart skipped a beat. The air drained from his lungs.
“Mr. Bradshaw?” the man said.
Ollie managed a breath. Swallowing against the sudden, aching dryness in his mouth he answered, “Yes. You’re…Felix?”
“That’s me.” The man hopped over the lip of the car’s bed and landed on solid footing. “Sorry about that. Must have fallen asleep with the heat and all.”
Ollie shifted uneasily. “I left a message.”
An uncomfortable paused followed.
“To let you know I was coming to do the spread today,” Ollie added lamely.
Felix moved closer and stuck his hand out.
“Sorry ’bout that, Mr. Bradshaw. I’m not used to company way out here.”
“Ollie. Call me Ollie.”
Heat that had nothing to do with summertime rippled up Ollie’s arm when he shook the man’s hand.
The last two hot rod shoots he’d done involved graying mullets and missing teeth and tobacco juice. The cars had been extraordinary, their owners, merely ordinary if Ollie was feeling generous.
But, Felix? He was pure corn-fed Iowa farm boy. Sandy hair that hadn’t seen a barber in a while, light skin dappled with a smattering of freckles at the shoulders and across the narrow bridge of his nose, bright blue eyes.
“Ollie, then. ‘Preciate your comin’ out here for this, Ollie. I put a good bit a time and money into Chloe.”
Ollie turned toward the car, grateful for the distraction, and ran one hand along her fender.
“Chloe,” he said, trying the car’s name on for size. “She’s stunning.”
“Thanks. She’s my special girl.”
Ollie looked up at Felix, hoping to hide his interest in the man behind appreciation for the car.
“I promise to do her justice.”
Felix met his gaze with unflinching scrutiny. Another rush of heat, more intense than the first, fanned out over Ollie’s skin. The other man’s gaze slid lower with the weight of a physical touch. Ollie’s nipples contracted just as sure as if they’d been doused with ice water. The camera around his neck suddenly weighed a thousand pounds.
“So, how do we do this?” Felix had his eyes back on Ollie’s.
For a brief moment, the only response that came to Ollie’s mind was to start with a kiss. He shook his head, trying to clear it.
The car. Remember the car.
“I…” Ollie choked down the dust in his mouth then straightened up. “I always like to start by going for a drive, if possible. It helps me get a feel for the car.”
And, the driver.
Felix dug in the pocket of his jeans, came up with a flashy set of keys. Without warning, he tossed the chrome-plated fob at Ollie. “You drive.”
Ollie fumbled the keys but managed not to drop them.
“You serious?” Ollie unslung the camera from around his neck and set it aside.
“Absolutely.” Felix winked and hopped into the passenger seat.
Ollie walked around and eased himself into the driver’s seat. New leather greeted him with its warm animal scent. Everything felt stiff, new, anticipatory.
“Whoa.”
Felix grinned. “Yeah. Hot, isn’t she?”
Ollie caressed the steering wheel. “Very.”
The passenger door slammed shut. “Let’s cruise.”
“Let’s.” Ollie swung the heavy door shut.
The ignition gleamed with unspoken promise. Ollie stared at it a moment before inserting the shiny key.
“What’s under the hood?” he asked, his voice low.
“SS-454. What else?”
Ollie gave the key a savage twist. The big block engine roared to life spewing heavy fumes from its dual exhaust pipes. Ollie put the car in gear and rolled lightly forward.
Bright sunlight caught the front edge of the car, marching its way up the long expanse of hood. The paint job, dull red in the dim light of the barn, ignited into a blazing inferno.
Ollie eased it into the pitted yard, engine throttling with pent up energy.
“Don’t by shy. Chloe can handle the back roads. It’s less than two miles to the highway.”
Ollie gunned the engine, loving the resonant vibrations from the powerful motor.
“Just getting the feel for her,” Ollie said as he eased forward.
Twelve tense minutes later, they sat at the T-junction with the main road.
“Turn south,” Felix said.
Ollie had come from the north.
The flat open road stretched before him, bounded on both sides by thick, uniform rows of ripening corn as far as the eye could see. Silver silos rose in the distance, shimmering symbols of man’s domination over nature.
Ollie eased the El Camino onto the smooth blacktop and sat facing the endless horizon. The engine growled with idling impatience.
“Open her up, man. She’s all yours.”
Ollie gave in, ignoring everything except where his body met the car and the car met the road. In a moment of divine inspiration, he slammed one foot on the brake and the other on the gas.
The engine roared, fighting against the force that held it in place. Thick smoke rose from the back tires filling the cab with the acrid scent of burning rubber. The back end began stuttering from left to right, squealing in protest. Ollie held on until he felt the machinery align then popped his foot off the brake.
The back tires chirped and skipped then caught rocketing the car forward.
Both men whooped as the car sped toward a horizon it could never meet.
Ollie’s concentration narrowed to the three points that were his hands, his feet and the road ahead. Nothing else mattered.
85.
90.
Ollie pushed harder.
110.
120.
Pulse pounding, an involuntary howl escaped his throat as he waited for liftoff.
The engine stuttered, crashing Ollie back to Earth.
“What the—” Without taking his eyes from the road, Ollie eased off the gas and downshifted, slowing the vehicle.
“Come on, Chloe.”
Ollie just caught Felix’s words over the engine’s roar. In his excitement, he’d forgotten him.
Felix slid his hand over Ollie’s, his grip tightening their hands on the shifter.
“Don’t let her get away. She’s good for it.”
Hot. Everything was hot. His skin. The seat. The car’s metal frame. The blazing sun. Felix. Everything was hot.
A desolate intersection shimmered into view. The car stuttered a second time and Ollie made a snap decision.
Muscles tense, he counted seconds. The white lines of ordinary law grew brighter, bigger. The intersection ahead widened in his field of view. Five seconds before he hit the open space, Ollie slammed on the brakes, gave the wheel a cursory jerk right then hung hard left.
They hit the intersection doing fifty. The tires locked up, stuttering across the pavement in staccato bursts. The backend hung right then whipped left in a three-quarter circle, the entire vehicle shrieking in protest until it came to rest in a thick white cloud of agonized rubber.
“Awesome.”
“Totally.”
The smoke cleared; the view remained the same. Empty road and corn fields stretching to infinity. Felix’s fingers remained on Ollie’s, digging in with painful promise.
“We should get back. The light’s just about perfect,” Ollie said.
Felix withdrew his hand and said nothing.
The return trip passed with requisite car banter.
“How long have you had her?”
“Five years. Five, long years.”
“What was she like?”
“She was a mess. Blown engine. Shredded interior. Scarred exterior. I brought her back to life.”
They were back on the rutted path toward Felix’s barn. Ollie split his concentration between his human companion and the automobile, trying his best to be gentle with both.
Ollie parked the El Camino in a patch of dappled sunlight.
“Thanks for the ride,” he said.
The taut leather squeaked against Felix’s clothing as he turned to Ollie and met his eyes.
“My pleasure,” he said.
Ollie’s thoughts danced with the possibility he imagined in Felix’s voice. He shook his head to clear it.
“We should get started. I like to take a lot of pictures. Gives me more to work with,” Ollie said.
Felix remained in his seat, his deep blue eyes roaming Ollie’s face before settling on his mouth.
The aching dryness in Ollie’s mouth returned, accompanied this time by dull heat centered in his belly. Unprepared for the man’s obvious interest, Ollie hesitated.
Felix licked his lips turning the quiet heat in Ollie up two notches.
“I’ll just get my camera,” he said.
“You do that.”
Ollie slid out of the car, heart pounding. The breeze, slight and hot, felt good against his sweaty skin in spite of the heat.
“You want something to drink? Iced tea? Beer?” Felix asked.
Ollie desperately wanted a beer or three but worried that the alcohol would impair his ability to remain professional. He’d come here to work, not get laid. His cock twitched at the thought. Ollie pushed everything but the job from his mind. Road Rod was his ticket to bigger, better assignments. Fucking his subject matter wouldn’t do much for his career.
“Iced tea sounds good.”
While Felix fetched the drinks, Ollie headed back to the barn. Inside, he gathered his equipment.
Ollie was scouting places for the shoot when Felix returned with the tea.
“Here ya go.”
“Thanks.” Ollie took the glass and drained two thirds of it in one long draft. The cool liquid chilled his insides and cleared his head.
“Ready?” Ollie asked.
“When you are.”
“I want to take some shots of the car pulling out of the barn, another series with the car parked between the barn and the sycamore and a third set in that little field behind the barn. The corn will be a great contrast to the paint, really set it off.”
“What do you want me to do?” Felix asked.
Ollie considered where to start. “Move the car around back into the field. I’m going to start with the high contrast photos first.”
Ollie walked behind as Felix drove the El Camino into the field.
“Where do you want her?” Felix called out the window.
Ollie directed him into position.
“There! That’s perfect.”
Felix parked and got out.
“I’m going to start with shots of just the car, then I’ll want you to pose in some of them. The readers like seeing the cars’ owners.”
Ollie ignored the little thrill that ran through him when he thought of photographing the other man. He threw himself into the assignment, working steadily until he felt satisfied that he’d captured enough images.
“Alright, I’m ready for you,” Ollie said.
Felix rose from the shady spot where he’d been laying.
Ollie watched him approach. The bright, energized stillness preceding a lightning strike gathered around him. The feeling grew stronger the closer Felix came making the small hairs on Ollie’s arm stand up. To Ollie’s utter embarrassment, his hair wasn’t the only thing standing up.
Felix pushed his way into Ollie’s personal space.
“Where do you want me?” he asked.
The invitation in the man’s voice was unmistakable. Ollie’s head filled with fantasy-fueled snapshots. The scent of clean sweat enveloped Ollie. Felix was close enough to kiss.
Ollie cleared his throat, trying to stay focused on work. “Come, I’ll show you.” Ollie made for the car.
“I’m going to take a lot of shots in quick succession so just do this like.” Ollie leaned against the fender and ran through a series of different poses. “Change it up. It’ll give me a wider variety to choose from.”
The men switched places. Ollie raised the camera to his eye and took three pictures in rapid succession.
“Hey, I wasn’t ready yet,” Felix said.
Ollie smiled. “I know. I wanted some candids, too. Go ahead, we’re starting.”
Point and shoot. Point and shoot.
“Good. Now, cross your arms over your chest.” The shutter clicked. “Keep them crossed and put your weight on your left leg.” More rapid clicks. “Keep everything the same and just turn your head to the right. Focus on the barn. Nice.”
Ollie lowered the camera and adjusted the settings. He had enough material to complete his assignment for the magazine. Time now to work on a personal assignment. Ollie raised the viewfinder to his eye.
Felix filled his field of vision, the magnified setting leaving out everything except his face and chest. He’d stopped posing, his stare locked on the camera lens.
Ollie started shooting.
“Take off your shirt, Felix.”
Snap. Snap. Snap. Ollie caught that sweet moment when Felix realized it was going to happen, if he wanted it to. So sweet, that moment, when the confidence falters and the fear sets in. And, the moment just after, when a decision must be made.
On. Or off.
It was the only choice left and it was Felix’s to make.
Ollie kept shooting, capturing the look on Felix’s face when he made his decision. The camera quickly panned down to the hem of Felix’s shirt. Fingers reached for the material, curling under the edge. They tightened then pulled, revealing his stomach. Ollie panned up, tracking the shirt’s ascent, his lens savoring each new inch of skin.
Felix raised his arms and tugged the shirt off. He started posing.
Ollie backed off the zoom. He took a series of full body shots including the car.
“Just keep doing that,” Ollie said. “Ignore me and just keep doing what you’re doing.”
Felix gave a slight nod.
Ollie moved forward, narrowing the field of view as he closed in. He stopped an arm’s length away, so close that only the fine details of Felix filled the screen. Ollie snapped a photo of Felix’s nipple. He took another of his navel then brought the camera up.
Small beads of sweat had built up on Felix’s skin. With the camera gripped in his right hand, Ollie reached out with his left. He pressed his fingers to the skin above Felix’s nipple then dragged them down his slick skin.
Done with the camera, Ollie used both hands to unsling it from his neck. He set it in a shady spot on the hood.
“That was fun,” Ollie said, his fingers reaching out to retrace their earlier path down Felix’s chest. Without the camera between them, he was free to step closer. Ollie’s fingers grazed the waistband of Felix’s jeans.
Felix clamped his hand around Ollie’s wrist and pulled, dragging Ollie’s hand over the bulge in his jeans.
Ollie crushed his mouth to Felix’s. He used his tongue to pry the other man’s lips apart. Felix groaned into his mouth when Ollie squeezed his cock.
Felix clawed at the hem of Ollie’s shirt.
Ollie took a step back and whipped off his damp t-shirt.
“Show me your cock,” he said.
Felix looked down to undo his belt. Metal chinked as the clasp came free. Ollie watched Felix pop the top button then use both hands to pop the rest of the fly open. His cock strained from his underwear. A small wet spot darkened the material just below the waistband.
Felix pulled the band away from his body and tucked the elastic under his balls.
Ollie slid an arm around Felix’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. This time, he didn’t have to coax the other man’s mouth open. Ollie thrust his tongue in and out of Felix’s mouth.
Felix reached between them, his fingers closing painfully on Ollie’s nipples. He let go of one, his free hand guiding Ollie’s to his weeping cock.
Ollie closed his hand around Felix’s erection. He ran his thumb across the slick head, smearing the clear fluid onto the shaft.
Felix broke away from Ollie’s mouth.
“Suck it.” Felix pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding through Ollie’s fist.
Ollie gripped Felix’s wrists and pulled them over his head. He pinned them behind Felix’s neck against the top of the car.
“Keep your hands there,” he said. Ollie wound his arms around Felix’s waist and looked to him for confirmation.
Arousal colored Felix’s expression.
Ollie pressed his stomach to Felix’s. He curled his face in, attacking first one nipple then the other, savoring the man’s salty skin.
Felix ground his cock against Ollie’s thigh. He groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating against Ollie’s lips. Ollie placed a kiss between Felix’s nipples and began working his way down.
Felix tangled his fingers in Ollie’s hair and strained his hips forward. Eyes closed tight, he tilted his head back against the top of the car. “Suck it.”
“Hands behind your head.”
Ollie waited for Felix to comply then dropped to his knees. He tugged Felix’s jeans and shorts down to mid-thigh and cupped his balls, kneading them gently in his palm.
Felix jumped, his head rolling side to side.
Without letting go of his balls, Ollie gripped Felix’s cock and gave it slow stroke then another. The other man writhed and fought to hold still. Felix’s eyes flew open and his hands popped free when Ollie enveloped the head of his cock.
Ollie took his mouth off. “Keep them behind your head,” he said.
The moment Felix tucked his hands away, Ollie slid as much of Felix’s cock into his mouth as possible. The man’s groan drew out, leaving him breathless.
Ollie backed off Felix’s twitching cock. He focused on the head, sucking it in and out between the tight circle of his lips. Felix moaned, his hips jumping each time Ollie slid his mouth over the head.
Felix hissed, his eyes snapping open, when Ollie swallowed his cock all the way to his balls.
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed.
Ollie devoured Felix a few more times before switching to his fist. He buried his face in Felix’s balls, inhaling his heavy male musk then took turns sucking each ball into his mouth while he pumped Felix’s cock.
Felix wound his fingers into Ollie’s hair, tugging until Ollie was forced to move up to Felix’s cock. The no-hands rule vaporized.
Felix let go of Ollie’s hair with one hand and gripped his cock. He guided the head to Ollie’s mouth, sweeping it across Ollie’s lips until they glistened with clear fluid.
“Suck it until I say stop.”
Ollie shifted on his knees. Hands gripping the back of Felix’s thighs, Ollie leaned in and licked Felix’s cock, the flat of his tongue dragging along the underside. When he reached the top, Ollie sucked the head between his lips and stroked the sensitive cleft with his tongue.
Felix’s rasping breath meshed with the cicadas’ chirping song.
Both hands back in Ollie’s hair, Felix held Ollie’s head and pushed his cock deeper.
“Take the whole thing.”
Felix groaned, his head falling back as Ollie slowly swallowed him whole. Ollie backed off then swallowed again. Felix pushed himself deeper. Ollie’s throat bulged, engorged with Felix’s cock.
On the verge of gagging, Ollie swallowed hard, freeing himself from the reflexive feeling. He eased Felix’s cock from his throat and switched to a series of quick, shallow sucks.
Felix’s fingers tightened in Ollie’s hair. He sucked in a tormented breath and pulled Ollie off.
“Stop or I’ll come.”
Ollie pushed back, catching Felix by surprise long enough suck half of Felix’s cock into his mouth before Felix pulled him off again.
“Stop! You’re gonna make me come!”
Ollie pulled Felix’s hands from his hair and stood. Ignoring Felix’s cock, Ollie attacked his mouth instead. The other man’s teeth scraped the sides of Ollie’s tongue as he viciously thrust it into Felix’s mouth.
Felix squeezed Ollie’s cock through his jeans, breaking Ollie’s assault.
“Can I fuck you?” Felix asked. “I need to fuck you.”
“As long as you promise to let me take pictures of you coming.”
Felix tensed.
Afraid he’d killed the mood, Ollie played his fingers over Felix’s shaft.
“Fuck me, Felix.”
The other man closed his eyes. His breath whistled from his mouth.
“These aren’t for the magazine, right?”
“Of course not. They’re for me and never anyone else. I’d lose my job if my boss found out about these pictures.” Ollie stroked slightly, his grip loose on Felix’s cock.
“Fuck, that feels good.” Felix still had his eyes closed.
Ollie let go and took a couple steps back so he could take off his pants and shoes. Undressed, he eased himself onto a shaded spot on the hood. The hot metal seared his ass in spite of the shade. Ollie’s cock twitched as he cycled between his pain and his arousal.
Felix settled between Ollie’s thighs and gripped his ankles. He settled his cock on Ollie’s.
Ollie gripped both shafts in his fist and stroked.
Felix let go of one ankle, his fingers snaking between Ollie’s ass cheeks. With the palm of his hand, Felix spread Ollie open. He circled Ollie’s hole with this thumb. Ollie jerked back, losing his grip on their cocks.
Felix wrapped his arms around Ollie’s thighs and pulled him to the edge of the hood.
Ollie bent his knees up, exposing himself, inviting Felix in.
Felix planted his palms behind Ollie’s knees and pushed, exposing Ollie further then teased his cock along the tight band of muscle behind Ollie’s balls.
“Wait, let me get my camera.” Ollie reached for the equipment.
“Give me your camera,” Felix said.
“What?”
“Give me the camera,” Felix said. “If you’re going to have pictures of me, I want some of you. Tell me how to shoot.”
Ollie quickly adjusted the settings for close-up work then handed the camera to Felix with instructions on how to shoot.
Felix brought the viewfinder to his eye.
“Fuck, you look hot.” Felix clicked the shutter.
“Look at you.” Click. “About to get fucked.” Another rapid series of clicks followed.
Felix paused to lube his cock with saliva. He shook it in his hand, fluttering the head across Ollie’s asshole.
Ollie squirmed, his hands clawing for purchase on the slick hood.
Felix nested the head of his cock against Ollie’s anus and exerted gentle pressure. Ollie’s skin tightened against the invading flesh. Felix pushed just to the edge of penetration and stopped.
The camera came up. Without letting up the pressure, Felix bent back giving him room to shoot. The camera’s shutter whirred to life.
Felix eased the tip of his cock into Ollie.
Ollie gasped and froze, his muscles cinched.
“Relax. Let me in.”
Ollie reached for his own cock and started stroking it. He focused on relaxing.
Felix slipped in another inch. The camera wavered then came up to focus on Ollie’s face. Rapid-fire clicks never missed a beat.
With a grunt, Felix pushed all the way in, the camera capturing Ollie’s pain and shock as it morphed into pleasure. Felix withdrew and lubed himself again before pushing back into Ollie.
Felix stopped shooting. “Tell me when you’re about to come so I can start taking pictures.”
Ollie whispered out a harsh, “Okay.”
Felix abandoned the camera on the hood giving him both arms free to wrap around Ollie’s legs. He spit on his cock twice then sunk into Ollie’s ass all the way to his balls.
Ollie’s hand beat frantically across his own cock.
Felix pulled back quickly and shoved himself back in. His thrusts grew frenzied. The skin of his stomach smacked against the undersides of Ollie’s thighs with the sweaty slapping beat of a good, hard fuck.
Heat bloomed then contracted in Ollie’s stomach. The knot of impending orgasm tingled to life deep in his balls.
“Quick. I’m going to come.”
Felix stopped pumping to bring the camera up. He trained it on Ollie’s face.
“Keep your eyes open while you come.”
Ollie groaned and stared into the lens. The pictures started again.
Felix kept his pace slow and controlled. The camera panned down, capturing each inch of Felix’s cock as it disappeared into Ollie’s tight ass. Buried deep, Felix jerked his hips in small, sharp bursts.
“I’m coming.” A grimace of pleasure split Ollie’s face. He fought to keep his eyes open and trained into the camera’s eye. The tingling in his balls broke free, the escaping pressure rushing up his cock.
A jet of semen erupted from Ollie’s cock, the hot spatter looping across his belly. Ollie squeezed harder and pumped another heavy stream from his cock. A third spasm sent a river of cum pouring over Ollie’s fingers.
The camera captured it all.
They went still, Felix still buried in Ollie.
Ollie reached for the camera. “My turn.” He brought the viewfinder to his eye.
Felix began fucking him again. He hissed each time the head of his cock eased out. His slow, deliberate strokes quickened until his balls pounded against the car’s shiny grill.
“Ah, fuck.” Felix pulled out. His hand flew to his cock, guiding it against Ollie’s stomach. Thick semen squirted onto Ollie’s skin, turning his navel into a lake. Felix’s cock jerked again. Cum ran down Ollie’s side, the stream dripping onto the El Camino’s hood.
Felix shuddered then took a deep breath. He held it for a few seconds before releasing it.
Ollie felt Felix relax. He set the camera aside and sat up, his arms curling around Felix’s neck. Ollie planted a series of sharp kisses on Felix’s chest and pulled him close. He raised his mouth to Felix’s and spoke against his lips.
“That’s the best photo spread I’ve ever done.”
© 2011 Alice Gray
