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Thirstquenchers Chapter 2
I opened my eyes and was unable to place myself. Sunlight poured in through the warped, discoloured blinds, revealing all the dust whirling in the air. I sat upright and, pulling the blind cord on my left, squinted out through the window at the unkempt lawn bordered by eucalypts and dense jasmine bushes. Suddenly remembering, I smiled, and fell back on my pillow with a relieved sigh. As I stared up at the ceiling, my mind buzzed with the previous day's events: the moving, the unpacking, the study, and Leighton.
I got up, took a piss, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and dressed in a light-blue t-shirt and grey jeans. I found myself at my desk, turning Leighton's business card over in my hand. A knock on my door sent exhilaration surging through me. Taking in a slow breath, I went to the door, unlocked it, and turned the handle.
`Morning.'
And there he was. Leighton.
`Morning,' I replied, unsure of what to say or where to start.
A warm breeze entered the bungalow, skimming past me. My mind went on overload as I took in all his details: black Metallica t-shirt, worn acid-wash jeans, wheat-brown Timberlands, unkempt dark hair, grey-flecked beard, gleaming brown eyes, furry arms, and strong hands holding an off-white coffee cup each.
Got this for you.' He held one out to me. From the place across from the train station. They do a good coffee.'
Wow.' I accepted it from him, unable to keep from smiling. Thank you.'
Latte, two sugars, okay?
`Yeah, perfect.'
Leighton sipped his coffee as two crows stirred in the trees overhead. I moved aside a he stepped inside. I shut the fly screen behind him, to let the fresh air in.
`What's your regular?' he asked.
`Latte or cappuccino, but I don't mind a long black,' I replied, with a yawn.
I had a taste, finding the flavour smooth and at the perfect temperature.
`Damn, that's good.'
A good guess then.' He leant back against my bench and folded his arms. I didn't wake you, did I?'
No, no.' I took another sip and savoured it. Been up for about half an hour.'
He sniggered, placing his coffee down behind him. I stood across from him and pressed into my fridge with my shoulder.
`Good thing I waited then.'
`Oh?'
`It's always six o'clock for me, even on weekends. Work's turned me into an early bird.'
I wouldn't've cared if you woke me, just for the record.' I glanced down at my feet and took a second before continuing. Was just thinking about you actually.'
`Oh yeah?'
A cheeky smirk emerged over his face.
Yeah.' I edged toward him, wiping a bit of foam from the corner of his moustache. And here you are.'
Our eyes locked as his hands found my waist and took hold. Leighton smiled and leaned in.
`Here I am.'
We kissed, our lips grazing softly against each other's. I held the side of his neck to steady myself as his right hand found the back of my head. He spread his fingers, plunging them into my sandy-blonde hair. Goosebumps shot down my back and I moaned. Our lips parted briefly. I put my coffee down and Leighton kissed me with more force this time. I wrapped both my arms around his back. He grunted. I opened my mouth and let his probing tongue inside, while his free hand rubbed across my torso, grazing one of my nipples. I recoiled and exhaled sharply, feeling heat all over.
`Hello,' he said mischievously.
`Hello,' I replied, gasping for air.
Was thinkin' I could tackle those lawns.' He kissed me again. If you've got work you need to do?'
`Oh yeah?'
Got nothin' better to do this morning.' He turned and took another sip. And, truth be told, I couldn't wait to see you again.'
`Don't let me stop you,' I said, holding my hands up, opened-palmed, with a smirk.
Leighton downed his coffee and whacked the cup down on the bench.
I'll grab my mower and make a start.' He pecked me on his way to the door. Be back in a sec.'
He went outside, closing the flyscreen behind him. I shook my head, grinning sheepishly as I went to my desk and began taking notes from my open textbook. But Leighton's touch rippled on, tingling throughout my body in undulating waves of pleasure. I took a generous drink of coffee, as if it might ground me. From outside, I heard a sharp metallic scrape, then a flock of cockatoos screeching in the distance. Next came the clunks and clatter of Leighton pushing the mower across the road. I could tell by how far away the sound was that he was tackling my nature strip first. The motor roared to a start, filling the air with a powerful drone. My cock stirred. I cleared my throat and continued taking notes, reading aloud to muster up some extra concentration.
I got down three pages' worth of notes, then put my pen down. The scent of freshly-cut grass permeated throughout my bungalow and I inhaled it deeply, immediately struck by a pang of nostalgia. Leighton was already inside my gate, mowing the uneven section between my gate and door. I finished off the coffee, finding it lukewarm, and walked over to the window. He was right there, now shirtless beneath the sun, standing firmly behind the lawn mower, legs slightly apart for balance, with a slight lean forward. Sweat glistened, like melted diamonds, down his tattooed back. There was a certain grace to his movements, a confidence in his work, that left me in awe. With each stride and skilful manoeuvre, he effortlessly transformed the unruly grass into a perfectly manicured landscape. He was practically done, with only two more rows of overgrown grass left. Our eyes met as he turned the mower around and started back toward me. We exchanged grins and my heart started to race. Curiosity, tinged with mild trepidation, compelled me toward the fridge. I took out the two remaining beers and went outside to him. Once he saw me, he turned off the mower. Though it was still morning, the sun was blistering. I started sweating.
`Thought you might want these,' I said, holding a Melbourne Bitter out toward him.
Thanks,' he replied, taking it from me. Thought I'd be able to beat the heat.'
He twisted the top off and took a long, satisfying drink. My cock swelled again. I inspected his body: tanned, toned, and covered in hair, noticing a scar, low and pink, on the right side of his stomach.
Fuck.' He took another swig and let out a satiated sigh. I really needed that.'
Some beer trickled into his beard just as I caught a whiff of his sweat. I became quite hard and readjusted myself.
`Thanks so much for doing that.'
`Anytime.'
He moved forward, beer in hand, and kissed me. His body was wet and warm in my grip, and I could taste the Melbourne Bitter in his mouth. I pressed firmly against him, our cocks colliding hard. I grunted. Reading my mind, he took another swig and kissed me again, the taste of beer even stronger. Some even got in my mouth.
`That okay?' he asked.
Mmm hmm.' I gripped his lower back and pulled him closer. More?'
He took another mouthful and thrust his tongue deeper into my mouth, this time passing more beer between our sealed lips. I swallowed and allowed his tongue free reign in my mouth, digging my nails into his back.
Somebody's excited,' he said in a gravelly tone. And thirsty.'
`Can you blame me?'
`Nope,' he said, taking in more beer.
I received it in a kiss and swallowed it all down. He dug his hand down my shirt and squeezed my left nipple with his cool fingertips. Starting at his neck, I moved down his body in kisses, tasting beer, sweat and salt. He poured some beer down his body and I licked and slurped it up as it cascaded down him in foamy streams. Getting to his thick snail trail, I fumbled until I undid the button of his jeans. He drank the remaining beer and placed the bottle upright on the ground while I unzipped his fly.
`Fuck,' he said, and let out a low, satisfied moan.
I tugged down on his pants until they were around his thighs and took in the sight of him from where I was, looming over me, godlike and glistening. As the aroma emanating from his grey jocks entered my nostrils, I squeezed my own bulge. Leighton leant down and popped the cap off of the last Melbourne Bitter.
`Open your mouth,' he ordered, and tipped some between my parted lips, where it splashed down my chin and onto my shirt.
He looked down upon me with a serious expression as I ran my hand over his bulge and into his sweaty thighs.
`You want to let it out, don't you?'
`Yes please.'
`Go on, then.'
I pulled his jocks down and his thick, erect cock bounced right in front of my lips. I gripped the base with one hand and kissed the shaft, slowly working my way up to the head.
`Ahh yeah.'
I pushed my tongue onto the tip of his head and licked away globs of precum, then took the head of his cock in my mouth, flicking my tongue around it hungrily.
Shit, Aidan,' he said, rubbing my face with his free hand. Hey.'
I looked up at him, squeezing myself hard. I knew what was coming. His lustful gaze said it all.
`Open your mouth.'
I followed his command, leaving my mouth ajar on the tip of his cock. He tipped beer on it, shaft to head, and it collected in my mouth. I drank it down and sucked him clean, savouring the flavours, only wanting more. Leighton cradled the bottle with his calloused hands and brought it to my lips again, tilting more beer into my waiting mouth. A mingling of sensations enveloped me--the unrelenting sun beating down, the tinge of his sweat on my lips, the bitterness of the beer and the cool relief as it cascaded down my throat.
`Good man. That's it,' he said.
I felt his grip behind my head tighten as I went down deeper on his cock, feeling it reach my throat. He pulled my hair lightly and held my open mouth on the edge of his cock again.
`And I thought I was thirsty,' he exclaimed, and poured more over his cock.
I slurped it all down and it dribbled down my stubble and chin.
`Oh fuck!'
He let out a heaving moan and grabbed my head. Beer dripped down onto my shirt and pants and the grass beneath me. The stench overwhelmed me, making me leak precum. I undid my jeans and took out my aching cock, opening my jaw wider until his cock was deep in my throat again. I expected to gag, but didn't, and looked up, as if there might be some kind of explanation Leighton might offer.
`You like my beer-covered cock, don't you?'
`Mmm hmm,' I said, bobbing up and down on it.
He tipped more Melbourne Bitter over his cock while it was in my mouth and I, again, slurped it all down greedily.
`Keep your mouth open,' he ordered.
I swallowed and followed his instruction as he held the bottle's rim at my lips and tipped slowly. Beer tingled along my tongue and pooled at the back of my mouth until it was nearly overflowing. I couldn't help myself. I swallowed, and once I had, Leighton was pouring over his cock the last of what was in the bottle.
`Fuck, you've had it all already,' he remarked, with surprise and even a hint of pride as he rubbed my chin over with his thumb.
`I love it.'
The words escaped my mouth, as if of their own volition. It was the beer, it was Leighton, his body, his kiss, his generosity; everything. I took his cock back in my mouth as he dropped the bottle and drove his fingers into my hair, pushing until his whole cock was down my throat again. He began thrusting in time with my bobbing and I finally gagged, but pressed forward, to taste more of his precum.
Damn,' Leighton called, thrusting harder. Keep taking it. Oh, Aidan.'
I grabbed onto his calves, bracing myself as he fucked my mouth with the force I knew he'd had in him all along, the power I'd gleamed in our short time together, a power I wanted -- needed -- to subsume.
`Ahh fucking Jesus Christ shit!'
He pulled my head against him and unleashed rope after rope into my throat, which I swallowed down, ravenous. I hummed affirmatively as Leighton's moans grew louder, reaching a primal depth that electrified me. My own climax was fast approaching and, pulling on my cock faster, I swallowed more of Leighton's cum as it leaked out. As I sprayed my load down onto the lawn, I kept my lips sealed around Leighton's base until he turned limp. Leighton lifted me to a stand and we collided in a kiss, which grew softer as he stroked my face. He was still breathing heavily.
`Aidan.'
A knot formed in my gut; there was a sternness to his tone that threw me off.
`Yeah?'
`No one's ever made me feel that way before.'
Oh.' Relief washed over me and a huge grin emerged over my face. Really?'
`Really,' Leighton said, brushing loose strands of my hair behind my ear.
`Well, you deserve it, Leighton. Honestly.'
Ah, it's nothing.' Leighton smirked, pulling up his jocks and jeans. Much on for the rest of your day?'
Just study.' I put my cock back in my pants and zipped them up. Got two exams coming up next week, then two the week after that.'
`You're going to crush them. I just know it.'
Leighton picked up the two empty bottles and, walking to the recycling bin, tossed them in with a clang.
What about tonight?' He grabbed his t-shirt that he'd hung over my fence and draped it over his shoulder. You busy, or..?'
He leant an arm on the fence and looked skyward, squinting.
`If I get what I need to get done, maybe. Why?' I said, reaching out to his hand and playing with it, sensing a nervousness to him.
`Would you wanna go out with me?'
Sure, yeah.' I cleared my throat. Like a date?'
He let out a slow puff of air a gritted his teeth.
`Yeah. A date.'
`I'd love to.'
Sweet.' Leighton pushed off from the fence and gave an enthusiastic nod. I'll pick you up at 7, how's that sound?'
`Sounds great.'
Cool, I'll swing by then,' he said, scratching his back. You better get back to it.'
`I should probably shower first.'
Leighton snickered and went over to his lawn mower.
`Hey,' I called, coming up to him.
He turned around. I kissed him deeply, rubbing my hands along his coarse beard, and he reciprocated, swirling my tongue with his, giving me a final taste of beer.
`See you tonight,' he said with a satisfied, surprised look.
I went inside, to the bathroom, feeling giddy as I turned on the shower. I undressed and climbed in. The warm water covered me, but it was nothing compared to the excitement coursing through my veins for our date. It was going to be more than any ordinary evening: a promise of something new, something thrilling. I just knew it.
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