Ask Me No Questions

Chapter 1 The Restful Arms was a large, sprawling chain motel that housed motorists from across the country as they stopped to sleep on their various journeys. Unlike most occupants, the two staying in room twelve that quiet Friday night in May were locals. Dylan Lakewood lifted a faded red curtain to one side so he could peek out on the parking lot. He stood completely naked, so he made sure the curtains didn’t part too wide. Dylan would hate for some passer-by to catch sight of his nude, sweaty body. He had nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, he was quite proud of his well-toned physique, but his Midwestern upbringing taught him to keep his flesh covered. The moon loomed high overheard, casting plenty of light on the various cars parked outside of the motel. Only two of them interested him; a blue Sedan and a black Dodge. “Anything wrong?” “No, just thinking.” Dylan backed away from the curtain, letting it drop back in place. It waved slightly as the air conditioner pumped a cool breeze in the square room. He’d set it just under seventy degrees, keeping the early summer heat out. “What about?” Dylan turned to the TV, which flickered from channel to channel every few seconds as the remote clicked in the impatient hands of his lover. Lover? Is that the right word? No, that sounds wrong. f**k buddy? That’s so dirty, undignified. Screw buddy? Slightly better. Friends with benefits? But were they really friends? It’s not like they met up for coffee and introduced each other to friends or family. Strangers with benefits. That sounded weird. What a bizarre term. “Maybe we should stop doing this,” Dylan said slowly, his eyes moving from the TV to the maroon carpet. He thought that if he avoided looking at the naked figure sprawled out on the bed that it could go easier. He had a red drink with far too much vodka and too little ice on the windowsill. Maybe a generous gulp could help him through this. “It was your idea to drink cosmos. I don’t usually drink the fruity stuff. I like it, though. Can’t complain.” “That’s not what I was talking about.” Dylan finished his drink while his stranger with benefits did the same. “I know.” Dylan finally laid his eyes on Casey. He was just under six feet tall and had a tight body that drove Dylan wild. There was a smattering of chest hair between his pecs, and a little forest of short hair under his navel that nestled the semi-hard c**k laying on his thigh. He had a mop of curly-brown hair that covered his forehead and long eyelashes over pretty brown eyes. Casey set his empty glass down on the nightstand and dropped the TV remote. “Don’t you think that we owe it to Katie?” Dylan asked softly. “You’ve never even met Katie. Remember last month when you asked how long it had been since she sucked me off?” Casey rolled on his side, his d**k lazily rubbing against the bunched up sheets. “Sure. You said it barely happened anymore.” Dylan smirked at the memory. Last month he’d asked Casey about his love life and his answers emboldened him to drive the other guy wild. “And you told me that you’d suck me off every day if you could. Well, you get the chance to once a month or so. What’s wrong with that?” Casey grinned wide, his white teeth looking like they needed licking. “And you’ve benefited quite a bit,” Dylan pointed out. “I feel like I’m the other woman, which is especially messed up since I don’t even like you.” “Ouch,” Casey said, frown lines creasing his angelic face. “That’s not what I meant,” Dylan said, as he took a step toward the motel bed. “I like you a lot. Every time you’re not eating my c*m, you’re telling a funny story or complimenting me.” “It’s what I’m here for.” “But I’m not in love with you.” “Which is why we keep meeting like this,” Casey said. “You know I’m not into dating guys. Besides, I already have a kid, and a girlfriend who takes care of him like he was her own. Plenty of family. I like disappearing here every few weeks and not worrying about life for a few hours.” “You like meeting late at night and having me jerk you off while we drive to the motel,” Dylan pointed out. “I only met you here so I could drive myself home tomorrow.” “You didn’t meet me here so you could tease me even further?” Casey asked. “That might have played a part in it,” Dylan said with a blush. The anticipation always played a factor for him. For the first time in years, he wished he had clothes on in front of Casey. He was still wet from his shower, the brown hair he sometimes spiked upward sticking to his forehead. He was thinner than Casey, but his chest and stomach was smooth. Besides the neat patch of pubic hair, he had a healthy sprouting of hair on his toned legs. If his eyes weren’t a sparkling blue, then he could have fit in for that family Casey wished to avoid for every few hours. “Why don’t you have a seat on the bed and relax?” Casey asked. “We have the room until eleven tomorrow morning, it would be stupid to argue and leave this early.” “You’re right.” Dylan sat on the edge of the bed, several inches from Casey’s naked flesh. In the last three years since they’d started screwing each other, they’d never once argued. Why start now? “Here, I’ll push over so you can have plenty of room. You have a lot on your mind, and we should talk it out.” Like a shining knight, Casey shoved to the edge of the bed, leaving ample space for Dylan to lie down and relax. “Thanks.” Dylan rested his body on the bed. The pillows felt soft, and the worry that Casey would freak out quickly dissipated. He felt more relaxed than he had for months. “We always had a good time.” “Yeah,” Dylan admitted. Casey reached over and grabbed Dylan’s d**k in his hand. The uncut member twitched at the attention. “Don’t.” “Really?” Casey asked, as he tightened his grip. He stroked up and down along the shaft, stretching the foreskin. “A minute or two won’t hurt.” Dylan easily caved in at Casey’s touch. His body was programmed by then to respond to Casey’s warm flesh. It felt like a switch flicking on whenever Casey touched him like that. “Good boy.” Casey worked the warm member for a minute as it slowly grew in his hand, stiffening and standing straight up. Before he knew it, Casey’s mouth covered his d**k and he watched the dark hair bob up and down between his legs. He loved the feel of Casey’s tongue massaging the ridge of his d**k. Casey represented all the pent-up lust Dylan felt in high school. All the straight guys he longed to seduce or pleasure. Casey was the ultimate fantasy that kept him awake late at night and forced him to touch himself. And he gave great head. Dylan closed his eyes. In his mind, he told Casey why they shouldn’t keep this up and how he didn’t want to hurt Katie, who he’d never even seen in person, let alone spoke to. Yet in the real world, he lay in a motel bed receiving a great blow-job from a hot guy the rest of the world considered straight. “Awww,” Dylan whined when Casey lifted his head up. All of a sudden there was a cool liquid rubbing over his d**k. He was so hard, it stuck up straight in the air, ready for action. Dylan knew by then what the lubricant meant. Within seconds, he felt Casey straddling his waist. The raven-haired hottie knelt over Dylan’s d**k as he lowered his ass. “Uh, you were…oh…complaining about…uh, something?” Casey managed to grunt as he forced Dylan’s member inside him. He was tight and warm and felt like home. “Not that I remember.” Dylan lay perfectly still as Casey slowly lowered farther onto him. As tight as he was, he was even more eager, so it didn’t take long before he was resting on Dylan’s pelvis, Dylan’s throbbing c**k buried completely inside of him. “Hold that for a sec, it feels so good,” Casey said with a purr, his voice catching in his throat. All of Dylan’s worries and stresses vanished as Casey sat on his d**k. Pleasure rocked his body in quick waves and his throat went dry. He remembered the first time they’d met, after chatting on-line for a month, and then made-out for an hour. Casey always tasted like cigarettes and felt like an impossible mix of safety and danger. Casey rode Dylan like a jockey at the Kentucky derby. Their hands rubbed over each other and they occasionally bent closer to kiss or lick various sweaty spots. Casey’s strong, sinewy legs stressed taught with tension as they supported his frame over Dylan’s quivering body. Dylan’s d**k felt wonderful inside Casey. It was like being home after a long absence. Casey’s eyes were shut and his neck muscles twitched as he rode up and down Dylan’s length. To Dylan, the face was the most erotic part of a body. He’d been given d**k pics of people on-line, and they never did anything for him. He always wanted to see a guy’s face. And Casey’s face was incredibly cute as he licked his lips and moaned slightly. After another fifteen minutes, Dylan felt his body tighten and he shot his entire load deep inside Casey. They’d used condoms the first year they got together, but eventually grew comfortable with each other and gave up on the expense. Dylan felt confident that Casey was clean and only ever had s*x with his girlfriend. And Dylan was in the middle of a massive dry spell. He grabbed hold of the cut, six and a half inch c**k of his lover and stroked him off with vigor. The d**k in his hand twitched and pulsated. “Stay inside me,” Casey begged. Usually macho, Casey occasionally slipped into a submissive role and whined, which only turned Dylan on more. Dylan obliged his friend, keeping his half-hard d**k deep inside him, sustaining that filled sensation until he came. Casey moaned and looked heavenward as Dylan brought him to climax. He shot all over Dylan’s smooth chest. Panting, Casey slowly disengaged from Dylan’s half-hard d**k and collapsed next to him on the clammy bed sheets. “I hope you don’t think I’m some anal slut or something,” Casey said while he caught his breath. “I don’t care,” Dylan said, a grin widening on his lightly freckled face. “So you were talking about not doing this anymore?” Casey asked. A bead of sweat collected over his nose and dropped onto the messy sheets. “Was I? Uh, I meant we shouldn’t get this sleazy motel anymore. There’s better places for us to meet up.” “Thought that’s what you meant,” Casey said as he slowly trailed a finger across one of Dylan’s n*****s. The high of s*x lingering, Dylan eyed Casey, the dark stubble on his chin and devilish glint in his brown eyes. He felt stupid for even considering breaking it off with him. They channel-surfed for a few more minutes until they settled on a late night talk show and drifted off to sleep.