Lions of the Desert-Part 3

Anthony breathed in sharply.  He had to fight not to moan. Or at least not moan loud enough for the other passengers to hear.  He looked down as the glare of headlights swept across their seats.  He had pushed his shorts to his ankles then pressed the wet tip of his steely hard, six-inch cock against the pinkish-white cheek of the boy beside him.  Anthony’s eyes widened when Lee Ogden’s lips opened and his tongue touched the leaking slit of Anthony’s uncircumcised shaft.  Anthony cursed soundlessly in Spanish as soon as the boy’s lips closed around the covered glans.  He rolled his eyes back involuntarily, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the wet envelope his cock had entered.

Anthony inched forward, easing more of his penis into Lee’s mouth.  He had to resist the urge to drive all the way in, to make the sexy eighteen-year-old swallow his thick stick in one gulp.  He wanted to tear his hoodie off, to bask naked in the incredible feelings surging out of his groin.  They were in a dangerous place, though.  For, seemingly, the first time, with his body fully exposed from the waist down and a mouth wrapped around his erect, aching shaft, Anthony was fully aware of how exposed he and Lee were.  Any second someone was going to see them.  Someone was going to look up just as headlights were going by at just the exact moment to catch them exposed and lost in their lust-filled abandon.

Then, Anthony’s fingers tightened around the dark, navy-blue fleece.  He turned his head to glimpse the blanket in his grip and smiled to himself.

Lee couldn’t stop himself from taking more of the shaft into his mouth.  He had been so hesitant at first.  He was only going to let it touch his lips.  After that, he would sit up, his curiosity satisfied.  The other boy would get to take pride in having gotten him to kiss his penis.  What will it taste like?  Do I want him leaking in my mouth?  Who even is this guy?!

Lee’s thoughts had been circling furiously in his mind when he felt the wet, spongy tip on his lips.  He breathed in the scent of the slick precum leaking copiously from under Anthony’s foreskin.  It mixed with the hint of a light sheen of sweat on his heavy balls.  His balls?!  Lee glimpsed the blue, mesh shorts under Anthony’s bare feet.  He and Anthony were now both naked from the waist down.  And in that moment, Lee knew he wanted more than just to kiss the tip of his first cock.

He opened his mouth, immediately licking the precum off his lips and drawing more from the source.  He leaned forward another inch as best he could, letting more of the hot glans into his hungry mouth.  Lee could feel Anthony’s foreskin slipping backward off the swollen head so that even more of his precum coated his tongue.  Lee wasn’t disgusted by what he tasted.  He was surprised his reaction was the absolute opposite.  He was practically thirsty for the stuff.  Lee greedily tongued more of Anthony’s oily nectar down his throat.  He closed his lips around the top of the fleshy, hot shaft.  He did his best to keep his teeth away from the rigid pole while his tongue traced a map of the subtle, throbbing ridges.  Lee wanted more.  He needed more.

Anthony finally shifted slightly in his seat.  His motion pushed more of his pulsing cock into Lee’s mouth.  Lee moaned softly around the boy-flesh in his mouth.  He couldn’t help himself.  He sensed Anthony tense just then, the vibrations from Lee’s throat and jaw making the cock jump and twitch between his lips.  The glare of headlights shone through the window just above him.  Lee suddenly remembered the rest of the bus.  He was about to look up at Anthony, to hesitantly retreat off his delicious, Mexican penis when he glimpsed the other boy shift slightly again.

Soft fabric slapped Lee in the face.  He panicked as his vision blurred and darkened.  He retreated away from Anthony’s cock, feeling the mix of his own drool and Anthony’s pre trickling down his chin.  Lee started to sit up, to get out from under his throw blanket, when Anthony put a hand on his back.

“Shh.  It’s okay.”

Lee glanced up into the plush fibers of the dark blanket.  Anthony’s voice had been just loud enough for him to hear.  He felt the boy’s fingers rubbing his back over his shirt and blanket reassuringly.

“No one can see you.  Keep going.”

Lee felt himself being bent all the way forward again.  Anthony moved just enough to meet him.  His thick, rigid cock grazed Lee’s forehead.  Lee craned his neck in the next second, letting the damp shaft rub against the side of his nose.  His chin touched the bottom of Anthony’s testicles.  Lee breathed in sharply again, excited by the ball sack now in reach of his tongue.

Anthony gasped again.  He bit into his knuckles to keep from groaning, the ecstasy extreme.  Lee’s tongue on his bag was almost too much.  Fuck!  This can’t be his first time, Anthony thought excitedly as the boy’s lips and tongue worked his balls one at a time.  At this rate, it wasn’t going to be long.  Anthony had been too worked up since first sitting down at the table with Lee.  Add in the whole wild exhibitionist side of their spontaneous tryst and Anthony knew his load was a ticking time bomb about to hit zero.

Lee let himself get nuzzled against the nearly hairless nuggets.  He couldn’t get enough of how the sensitive skin felt against his nose and cheeks or how good this most private area of the sexy, mysterious Hispanic boy tasted.  Lee had never known anyone so intimately and yet he didn’t really know this person.  Lee felt no desire to stop.  He only craved more.  He was a wild, hungry animal under his soft blanket on the rough, worn-down fabric of that bus seat.

A thin stripe of precum streamed slowly down the side of Lee’s face.  More and more of the slick, salty fluid dripped from the wet tip of Anthony’s cock.  Lee moved his head as best he could, reaching with one hand to lower the rigid pole while he used his other hand to stay in contact with Anthony’s tightening balls.  His fingers grazed soft, wiry hairs and delicate skin below the sack now soaked with Lee’s spit.  Lee felt Anthony tense again, the searing cock slipping past Lee’s lips for the second time at the same moment Lee’s fingers glided past Anthony’s perinium to touch the warm cleft of his ass cheeks.

Anthony clamped his eyes shut.  He clenched his jaw, straining with all his might to keep from moaning out loud.  His pulse raced.  Sweat was beading up under the rim of his cap.  He snaked one hand under the blanket, tangling his fingers in Lee’s sweat-dampened hair.  Deeper his cock sank in Lee’s mouth.  The feelings Lee was creating were almost electric on the stiff prick Anthony had begun to gently piston across the boy’s tongue.

Fuck, Anthony shouted in his mind.  One of Lee’s fingers had touched his sphincter.  The quivering muscle of his ass hole tightened and spasmed at the boy’s hesitant exploration.  The sensation made Anthony force more of his cock into Lee’s mouth.  He could feel his rod swimming through Lee’s saliva.  He felt himself pushing on the top of Lee’s head more and more, encouraging the small-town boy to bob on his meat faster, deeper. 

Oh, how Anthony wished they weren’t on that fucking bus.  He wanted them to be someplace else, anywhere else but stuck in those seats.  He wanted someplace where they could be completely naked, where he could have let Lee run his wet tongue over every inch of his lithe, caramel-colored body before dragging his engorged cock across the farm boy’s virgin, pink hole.

Fuck, Anthony nearly screamed out, his pole touching the back of Lee’s throat.  The boy’s mouth was so wet and tight.  Anthony imagined Lee’s ass would be just as tight, just as warm, just as-

“Ohh,” Anthony whispered unstoppably.  It was the point of no return.  A fire swelled in his balls.  “Oh, fuck,” he breathed, leaning forward.  His abs tensed and contracted.  His breath caught in his throat.  He should have warned Lee.  It was too late. 

Anthony’s cock lurched in Lee’s mouth before the first, heavy volley of tangy spunk shot across over his tongue.  Lee’s eyes widened when the torpedo of sperm splashed against his throat.  They were still watering from the touch of Anthony’s tip against his tonsils a few moments earlier.  Now, his jaw had to quickly tighten while he swallowed the seed and somehow kept himself from choking on the pipe of swelling boy-flesh. 

A geyser of viscous, warm semen sprayed across Lee’s tongue in the breathless second that followed.  He tried to move his head, to pull away.  More of Anthony’s cum erupted from his cock, each shot seemingly hotter than the last.  Lee could feel it flooding his mouth.  He wasn’t going to be able to handle much more.  He could just open his lips, his jaw relaxing and letting the boy’s DNA drool down his chin.

Lee blinked, swallowing a gulp of the hot cum.  He…liked it.  Even as he felt it work its way down inside him, as more of it sprang from the well-tongued slit of Anthony’s cock, and as he savored the taste of it all, Lee let himself swallow again.  He kept swallowing as the seconds ticked by. All too soon, there as far less of the spermy milk in his mouth and Anthony’s orgasm was over.  How long did that last, Lee wondered.  A few seconds.  A minute?  He suckled on the swollen knob still locked between his lips, enjoying the warmth of the other boy in his belly.

Anthony exhaled slowly.  It took him a moment to find the strength to open his eyes as he sat back in his seat.  He glanced around to his right.  The sleepy bus rumbled along the dark, New Mexico highway.  Snores rattled from the nostrils and throats of sleeping passengers.  Despite the mouth of the eighteen-year-old boy milking the last of Anthony’s DNA from his softening pole, the scene around them appeared…normal.

Under the blanket, Lee felt Anthony’s fingers go lax on his scalp.  He breathed in the manly, spermy scent of the other boy’s junk one last time before finally sitting up.  He emerged from under his blanket, his hair matted and sweaty.  His mouth glistened in the beam of a passing headlight.  His eyes were slightly glazed over.  The stupor of the most erotic moment in his life to date lingered on his senses.  He felt Anthony touch his chin.  Lee turned his head, unable to keep from cracking a smile at the sexy nineteen-year-old gazing deeply at him.

“Thanks,” Anthony whispered, moving his face close to Lee’s.  There was barely a sliver of the dimly lit air between them.  “That was…damn, bro.  One of the best.”

Lee’s smile widened bashfully.  He was about to say something in reply.  What that was, he had no idea.  Any thought he might have had right at that moment melted away at the rush of passion Anthony created in him as the boy’s sensuous lips suddenly pressed against his own.  Lee breathed in, surprised by the gentle pressure of Anthony’s mouth on his.  Then, Lee felt Anthony’s tongue.  It slid seductively across the rim of his upper lip followed by the bottom one.  Lee whimpered a moan and Anthony moved in more.  Now his tongue was on Lee’s.  Anthony could taste the lingering essence of his own cum.  A flood of excitement washed over him again.

Lee savored the feeling of his first kiss.  He trusted Anthony and let himself relax under the other boy’s lead.  He had no idea what he was doing or what he was supposed to be doing.  None of this should even be happening, cried a voice deep in Anthony’s mind.  But it is, he thought to himself.  My God, it is!  Please don’t let it stop!  His aching boner flexed, unattended, under the blanket.  Don’t let it stop yet!

Lee felt a hand massaging his stomach under his shirt and the blanket.  Lee gasped when he felt it move lower, as if Anthony could hear Lee’s thoughts.  Anthony’s tongue rolled over Lee’s while the fingers of his right hand made a path across Lee’s quivering waist.  The touch was so electric Lee felt ticklish, the muscles in his pelvis quaking excitedly as Anthony approached Lee’s thin bush.

Their kiss grew even more intense in the final inches of Anthony’s journey to Lee’s cock.  Lee’s heart jumped in his chest.  A think, searing stream of precum practically leapt from his swollen glans.  Lee opened his eyes as Anthony wrapped his right hand around the base of his swollen, rigid flesh.  Lee had certainly been hard before.  He wasn’t unfamiliar with morning hard-ons that stood like flagpoles in the dawn light.  But this erection was different.  His pale, seven-inch, teenage mast was as stiff as rebar and as charged as lightning.

Anthony’s fist moved up once.  Lee tensed, breathing in deep.  The sweat-scented air around them touched Lee’s lips as Anthony broke their kiss.  He stared into Lee’s eyes, smiling seductively, hungrily.  “Your turn,” Anthony whispered and moved his closed fist again.

Lee’s whole body reacted.  His toes curled.  His leg muscles clenched along with his torso.  He exhaled hurriedly, his breaths racing.  He wanted to moan.  “Shh,” said Anthony, his forehead pressed against Lee’s.

Up and down, two more pumps of Anthony’s fist.  Lee’s testicles felt like they weighed a ton as they suddenly pulled close to his taint.  He knew he was close.  His vision was blurring.  He could barely feel the rough fabric of the old chair under his bare ass.  He was vaguely aware of his lack of shorts and sandals.  His pulse drummed rapidly, loudly in his ears.

“You’re so close, baby,” Anthony whispered, but Lee barely heard him.

And he was.  Lee was so much closer to the brink than he realized.  All at once, the fist pumping harder and harder on his cock stopped.  The throbbing shaft swelled in Anthony’s grip.  Passing headlight beams exploded into stars in Lee’s eyes as the first streams of cum blasted forth from deep inside him.  Even as his orgasm wracked his body with paralyzing force, Lee was suddenly aware of the hint of open air on the vibrating, erupting knob pointing up at him from between his legs.  He felt the jets of his steamy seed splash against his tank top.  One.  Two.  Five.  Six.  Seven.

Anthony watched, slack-jawed and mystified.  The fountain of spunk seemed as if it were going to be endless.  By the ninth spurt, Lee’s cum had lost its momentum.  The milky fluid, thinner than Anthony’s own, trickled over Anthony’s fingers still encircled around the boy’s slick shaft.

Lee looked helplessly at Anthony.  His chest was heaving up and down under his cum-soaked tank top.  Anthony could tell Lee wanted to say something.  Anthony spoke instead. “Fuck, bro,” he whispered with a quiet laugh next to Lee’s face.  “Feel better?”

Lee nodded sleepily.  Anthony’s fingers were at his lips.  They were already wet as he slid them into Lee’s mouth.  Lee realized they were covered in his own cum.  That didn’t stop him from licking them clean.  Anthony pulled them free after a minute, only to return them to Lee’s mouth a moment later with even more of the boy’s fresh ejaculate.

“Yeah, good job.  Swallow your hot cum,” whispered Anthony next to Lee’s ear.  “You like it, don’t you?”

Lee nodded dreamily.  He suckled on Anthony’s fingertips, his eyelids drooping heavily.

Anthony watched Lee drifting off to sleep.  He knew every ounce of adrenaline in the other boy had evaporated after his powerful orgasm.  Anthony leaned closer to Leo.  He kissed the boy’s ear, then whispered, “I hope you get lots more at college, sexy boy.”

Lee whispered an acknowledgement.  He could feel Anthony’s breath against his ear lobe as he whispered to him, but the boy’s words sounded a thousand miles away.  He barely felt the fingers in his mouth slip away as Anthony shifted in his seat again.  The glare of another truck’s headlights passed by the windows as Lee Ogden surrendered to a deep and heavy sleep filled with a memory even a bus in New Mexico could not help him escape.