Long Haul Love (Trucker Love #1)

Chapter Ten

Shepherd spent the day roughing out sketches for the new book. Once they were off the road and he had a table that did not vibrate, he would do the final pictures. At the same time, he was mentally working on a second story that he would jot down at some point during the day.

Being on the road like this allowed him plenty of time to get to know Brogan, and also gave him big blocks of time to work on his writing and art that he normally wouldn’t have. Since being elected to the senate, his father demanded he live at home. At the same time, he refused to allow Shepherd to follow his passion of writing and illustrating children’s books. Shepherd had to work late at night or early in the morning when the senator was out, or sleeping. He also had to hide all evidence that he had a career beyond being the senator’s son. Otherwise, his father would have everything destroyed.

Within two weeks of moving in with his father, he had come up with a work routine that allowed him to produce his work on a fairly steady basis. He also rented a small climate-controlled storage unit to hold the bins of his work-related paperwork and copies of his published books. There was no evidence of his bestselling author status in his room at the senator’s house.

And he hated it.

But that was the past. With his father getting rid of him, he was now free to do what he wanted, when he wanted … at least once he figured out where he was going to live.

It had not been hard to discover that Brogan was a creature of habit. He stopped at the same truck stops for gas, food, or breaks to walk around the parking lot and do jumping jacks or push ups to get the blood flowing again.

The man also had a widely eclectic taste in music, ranging from hard rock and classical to country and 80s bubblegum pop. He seemed to like everything except jazz. Shepherd enjoyed all types of music, so they were compatible in more ways than one.

When Brogan’s phone rang, Shepherd barely paid attention. He had taken several phone calls as they barreled down the road, most of them from Sam related to business. Something about this one caught his attention, and he looked at Brogan as he finished the call.

“Yes, thank you for calling,”

he said before hanging up.

Brogan then looked at him with a wide grin on his face.

“What’s up?”

“We’re both clean and healthy with no diseases,”

he said casually, though his grin turned into a leer.

“Yay!”

Shepherd cheered as Brogan’s attention turned back to the road. “Does that mean we can have sex now?”

“Not right now, but we can tonight, as long as you’re still interested.”

“Oh, I am. I am definitely interested,”

Shepherd said, reaching into his jeans and shifting his expanding cock to a more comfortable position. “I’m just not sure I’ll be able to wait until then.”

“Since I have to, you have to,”

Brogan said, adjusting his own cock before returning his hand to the wheel.

Shepherd tried returning to his own work but was having a hard time visualizing the truck driving bear hero of the story. Instead, he flipped to a clean page and pulled out one of the mechanical pencils he used for initial sketches. Closing his eyes for a few seconds, he drew the image he saw when he closed his eyes. And it had nothing to do with trucks or trucker bears or children.

It was an image of a naked Brogan, lying on his side with one arm bent and a hand propping up his head. Shepherd’s face burned as he worked his way from broad shoulders down his body to his hips and legs.

“What are you drawing?”

Brogan’s question jolted him out of his creative brain.

He pulled the sketchbook into his chest so the other man couldn’t see the drawing that was turning out way more lifelike than he thought it would. “Nothing much.”

Brogan smirked at him. “And that’s why your face is all red and you’re hiding the picture? Because you’re not drawing anything?”

Shepherd giggled but nodded. “Yeah, exactly.”

They both knew he was lying, but Shepherd was not sure how Brogan would react to being the subject of a drawing. Especially when he was naked.

“Show me,”

Brogan said, his head turning from Shepherd to the road and back again.

“It’s not finished.”

Shepherd used the excuse he always did when people wanted to see his work before he was ready to show it.

“I don’t care. I want to see what you’ve done so far.”

Shepherd pulled the sketchbook away and studied it for a moment. “I don’t normally let anyone see my work before it’s finished, so don’t be too harsh in your criticism.”

He slowly turned it around so Brogan could see. His cock twitched and his back hole clenched as he waited for the other man’s thoughts. He thought it was a pretty good likeness, and would be better once he finished. But Brogan’s opinion was more important than his own.

The trucker turned his head to look at the sketch and then turned back to the road. He did this several times without expression. Shepherd wondered if he should toss the picture out the window.

Brogan finally reacted, and his words shocked Shepherd. “That’s amazing. So lifelike. We’re going to take a long lunch break because there’s no way I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you until tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, Hoss. That picture is amazing, but you can’t show it to anyone else. That is for our eyes only.”

Shepherd nodded. “I can agree to that. And I think a long lunch break is a great idea, too.”

****

It took another hour before Brogan found what he was looking for. The rest stop was small and out of the way. Most people drove on past without stopping. He pulled in and parked as far from the highway as he could get.

“We’re going to have to be quiet or someone will come snooping,”

he said as he twisted his seat around. “Take off your shoes and jeans, Hoss. This isn’t the way I wanted, but I need you too bad to wait another six hours.

“Okay,”

Shepherd said as he turned his seat as well. He sounded breathless, but Brogan could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was as excited as well.

He watched as the little man quickly toed off his sneakers, then stood and shoved his jeans down, stepping out of them.

Brogan pushed his jeans down past his knees as he moved to sit on the side of the bed. He leaned over and grabbed one of the boxes of condoms, then the lube. Opening the box, he tore one square from the strip. In the next seconds, he had the packet open and was sucking a breath to keep from blowing his load as he rolled the tube over his cock.

Shepherd stood in front of him, shifting from foot to foot nervously. He was too nervous for a man who had been flirting with him since their first meeting.

“How long has it been since you’ve been fucked?”

Shepherd’s entire face turned pink as he mumbled, “My whole life.”

That had Brogan stopping in his tracks. “You’re a virgin?”

The little man shrugged. “I’ve watched porn and what we did yesterday, but yeah, I’ve never been fucked.”

Brogan groaned as he rubbed a hand up and down his belly, pushing his shirt out of the way. “Then maybe we should wait until tonight so I can prepare you properly. I’m not small and I don’t want to hurt you.”

He was stunned when the half-naked man spread his legs and slapped his hands on his hips. “You got me all excited and now you don’t want to? That’s not very nice. Not nice at all. Maybe I like a little pain with my pleasure, you don’t know.”

Brogan couldn’t help but chuckle as the man fought for what he wanted. “Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Like a little pain with your pleasure?”

“I don’t know. I might. We won’t know unless you fuck me, will we?”

Brogan wanted to argue, but he wanted to fuck his road buddy even more. “All right, turn around, spread your legs, bend over, and put your hands on the seat of my chair.”

“We’re going to do it standing up?”

“No, but I’m also not going to just slam into you without at least stretching you a little. Now do as I said, or we’ll be getting back on the road sooner rather than later,”

Brogan said, still wondering if this was such a good idea.

Before he could finish giving voice to the threat, Shepherd had whirled around and taken the position he demanded.

Brogan’s cock twitched as he opened the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto three of his fingers.

Spreading Shepherd’s ass, he used one finger to swipe the greasy stuff over and around his back hole. He then eased a single finger through the pucker, taking his time to slide the entire digit forward. Shepherd sucked in a breath before releasing it on a moan as his muscles clenched around the invader.

Brogan took his time moving the finger in and out before adding a second one and starting the process all over again. By the time he added the third and worked the man’s muscles until they loosened, they were both panting for breath.

“Please, please, please. Please fuck me now.”

Shepherd begged as he shifted back and forth, fucking himself on Brogan’s fingers.

Brogan eased his fingers out and then sat back on the bed. “Come here, Hoss.”

He helped Shepherd to straddle his lap facing him. Once the man was comfortable, Brogan took hold of his hips and lifted him until he could use one hand to notch the head of his cock into the tiny pucker.

“Okay, Hoss, it’s your show now. Take your time and slide down,”

Brogan said, holding his hips and guiding him down his cock.

He gasped a breath when the man dropped his body, taking all of him in at once.

“Oh shit,”

they breathed together.

Brogan had a feeling his eyes were as wide as Shepherd’s at the sudden action. “Why did you do that?” he asked.

The little man shrugged again. “I was tired of waiting. I wanted to get fucked and it was taking too long.”

Brogan could not help the chuckle that burst out of him. Leaning forward, he gave the man a wet, sloppy kiss as a way of giving his ass time to adjust to its invader. “Well, now you have an ass full of cock. Get busy and ride, Hoss.”

Shepherd rose, not stopping until only his head remained inside. Then he lowered himself again. Repeating the movement, he moved a little faster with each stroke. And each stroke drove Brogan closer and closer to the release he had been needing. The previous evening’s games were fine, but this was what he had needed since first meeting the handsome artist.

When he was certain that Shepherd was comfortable with what he was doing, he released his hips and leaned back. Using one hand to hold himself up, he reached between them and wrapped his hand around the hard cock between their bellies. He moved his hand in unison with Shepherd’s movements up and down his cock.

It only took a half dozen strokes before he was fighting the need to drive up into the warm, wet channel that surrounded him. Tightening his hold, he watched Shepherd’s face, determined the man would peak before he did. But he was only a few strokes away.

The sounds they were making just added to the sexy scene playing out. Forcing himself to sit back up unassisted, he wrapped his free hand around Shepherd’s neck. The last thing they needed was for someone to hear screaming and come to investigate.

“Come for me, Hoss,”

he said as he continued jacking the thick cock in his hand.

When they stopped for the night, he would see if Shepherd would like to fuck him, though he had not bottomed for anyone in years. For this man, he would willingly do anything.

“Gonna,”

Shepherd managed to get out before his cock jerked and spurted, covering them both with his seed.

“Shit yes,”

Brogan said, slamming their lips together to muffle their cries.

With the muscles closing down around him, Brogan’s orgasm slammed through him like a freight train, blasting out of his balls and up his cock in waves of pure heat.

The kiss continued though Shepherd’s movements grew uncoordinated until he finally settled down fully over Brogan’s cock. Then he sort of melted until he was leaning hard against Brogan with his head resting on his shoulder.

It was several minutes before he roused and lifted his head. “That was amazing. It is always like that?”

Brogan swallowed and blinked, trying to find his words. “Only with someone very, very special.”

“Guess that means I’ll have to keep you, because I don’t think I’ll ever find anyone as special as you.”

Brogan wanted to argue, but licked his lips and instead whispered, “Sounds like a plan to me. Now, let’s get cleaned up and back on the road.”

Shepherd gave him a salute and a grin before easing off his cock.