Hottest Heat Wave

Heat Wave: Newark by Drew Hunt-9

Ben was dreaming. He felt warmth, contentment, and something pleasant happening between his legs. He smiled. It was a very nice dream. Unusual because when he was on the road he didn’t sleep that good. The bed wasn’t quite long enough, and, no matter how far away from the main buildings he parked, he was always awakened by the noises of the other truckers going to or from their own rigs. And Ben had to keep half an ear out for people attempting to steal his cargo or siphon diesel from his tanks.

Ben shifted position and bumped against something warm and solid. It made a noise of surprise and Ben felt a sharp pain in his d**k.

Then everything came back to him. “Aaron? What’re you doing down there?”

“If I have to tell you then I’ve been doing it wrong.” Aaron groused. “You kneed me in the stomach.”

“Sorry.” Ben reached down and pulled Aaron up until their faces were level. “Hello you.” Conscious of morning breath, Ben delivered a closed-mouth kiss to Aaron’s lips.

“Call that a good morning kiss?” Aaron, in typical Aaron fashion, sprang into action. His tongue parted Ben’s dry lips and swept around, seeming to make contact with everything it could reach in Ben’s mouth.

Pulling back, Ben could see a smirk on Aaron’s face. “Now, that’s a good morning kiss.”

Ben, not normally a morning person, at least not until after his second cup of strong coffee, found himself returning Aaron’s grin. “Might have to keep you around. Sure is great waking up to blowjobs and kisses.” Then Ben’s good mood evaporated. This would be the first and only time he’d be woken with such things. By that night they’d be in Newark and Aaron would be on a plane to England.

Aaron seemed unaware of Ben’s internal crisis because his happy expression remained undimmed. “I knew you knew what I was doing down there. Which reminds me, I need to get back to B.J.” Aaron slid down Ben’s chest, a trail of kisses marking his progress. “Now, big fella, where were we?” Aaron retracted Ben’s foreskin and licked the exposed head.

Ben glanced at the clock on the DVD player—9:23. “Fuck.” He should have been on the road hours ago.

“What?” Aaron asked.

“Uh, nothing.” Ben reached down and ruffled Aaron’s hair. God, the man’s long hair was just so…touchable. “Sorry for interrupting.”

Aaron smirked then resumed his amazing blowjob.

Aaron’s mouth was like a…velvet blender. Ben smiled, yeah, that was a good description.

Ben’s wandering attention finally returned to the clock. He realised he didn’t care that he was behind schedule. Nothing could be better than being blown by a hot twink. No, that was unfair. Aaron was more than a twink. He was a feisty little thing, and Ben just wanted to gather him up, wrap him in bubble wrap, keep him safe, and—Ben ran his fingers through Aaron’s hair—pet him every now and again.