Assignment: Futurist
by Wrestlr
7. (A Long Epilogue)
We didn’t go far in our stolen car before we stopped. Dion wielded the knife, and in moments cut out the tracking chip, about the size of a grain of rice, that the Institute implanted in every Talent it recruited and every “person of interest” it brought in for testing, just under the scalp at the back of the head, just inside the hairline. The knife was sharp, and Dion knew what he was doing; Doulas, the third man, Dion’s half-brother, showed me the tiny cut where Dion had done the same to him a few days before. My chip had been there so long I’d forgotten about it. I barely felt the removal.
Cowboy crushed the chip under his boot. We burned my clothes, just in case another tracking chip was concealed in them, and I put on some fresh civilian clothes they’d stolen for me.
We drove a long while, stole another vehicle, then drove it to the border. We slipped across, hotwired another vehicle, drove for hours more, then abandoned it at the edge of a semi-arid desert wasteland. For there we walked.
I couldn’t go back to the Institute, of course. Our plan was to reach Dion and Doulas’ semi-nomadic clan in the wasteland. No one bothered them—they went for years sometimes without seeing outsiders. Since no one but the Colonel could connect me to Dion or Doulas, the Institute was unlikely to find me.
We slept during the heat of the day, and we walked during the night. They had a tent, jerky and other foods that wouldn’t spoil in the heat, camping supplies in backpacks, and a digital camouflage tarp that we stretched between the scrubby trees over the tent to hide from drones or other surveillance.
I still couldn’t believe I was here with Cowboy and Dion and not back at the Institute or with the Colonel in some cheap hotel. At the end of a full night of walking, as dawn started, Dion and I set up the tent while Cowboy and the third rescuer, Dion’s half-brother Doulas, went bow-hunting for something to supplement the food we had brought.
“I’m sorry,” I told Dion, referring to whatever glitch had locked his tracking skill on Cowboy—and me. “I know you didn’t ask for this.”
They had told me early on about how they found me. When I’d encountered Cowboy over two years ago, I’d taken control of his mind, fucked him ... and somehow created a subconscious emotional connection between us. Maybe I’d fallen in love a little with Cowboy and his ideals during our time together, and I’d somehow ended up either making him love me back. The way I kept thinking about him from time to time since kept the link alive, kept him obsessed with finding me, though he didn’t know how. After he got away from Johannsen’s men, and figured out I’d been responsible for his opportunity to do it, he spent a lot of time finding the Institute and infiltrating it as a staff member in hopes of finding me. The problem with that plan was that, as a field agent, I was hardly ever at the Institute.
When I’d encountered Dion six months ago, I’d been curious about how his tracking skill worked, and I’d tried to use to try to locate Cowboy. But Dion’s skill only tracked people and things he had encountered, not complete strangers. Or so he thought. I’d kicked his skill into overdrive to find his half-brother Doulas during that mission for the Institute; when I did that and looked for Cowboy, I created a link that kept part of Dion’s skill still searching. Dion went to the Institute with some of his clansmen and infiltrated the service staff in an attempt—successful—to rescue his half-brother; that’s when he encountered Cowboy and the link closed. They realized that they were somehow connected immediately, though they needed some time to realize why and that the connection was through me. I had, after all, erased Dion’s memories of me after our time together. During those months, he had been chasing something that seemed a ghost to his conscious mind; he had been seeking to fill in the hole I left in his memories and the vague sense of connection that accompanied it.
Cowboy helped Dion and his clansmen rescue Doulas a few days later; and then, just they were making their escape, the Colonel and I showed up at the Institute to start evaluating new candidates. Before Cowboy or Dion could contact me, we left for Darven. By then, Dion knew what—and who—he was searching for. While the rest of their clansmen disappeared on their way back to their clan, Dion and his tracking skill led Cowboy and Doulas to follow us to Darven. When they’d seen the military storming through, they’d hypothesized that the Colonel and I might be the cause. Doulas headed around Javennek setting off random explosions, while Cowboy and Dion ran some hit-and-run guerilla strikes, in hopes of distracting the military. One of those explosions was what helped the Colonel and me escape the stop groups.
The four of us sat in a circle, around the heating unit we had used to cook dinner, a large rabbit Cowboy had shot a couple of hours earlier. Food and water would be tight until we reached the clan.
I watched Cowboy and Dion. They were sitting nearly side by side, but only because of proximity—they were sitting where they could both look directly at me. They seemed ... expectant, waiting for me to do something. I drank in how handsome they both were, in their different ways. I liked their bodies, bare chests displayed in the starting dawn, the way their legs and butts and crotches filled out their snug jeans.
The early glow at the horizon signaled another scorching day was starting. Soon sunrise would officially arrive. The temperature would soar. We needed to get some sleep now, before the day got too hot, so that we’d be ready to move on again at sundown. I snuck a little glimpse into Dion’s head. His tracking skill suggested his nomadic clan was still nearly two days away. Sunrise was coming, and we needed to get to sleep soon, but we still had some time, maybe all the time in the world.
I had no family ties and seldom could afford the luxury of friendship. My working arrangement with the Colonel?—Sure, we respected each other, but that was definitely not what I would call a friendship. My two-plus years of fascination with Cowboy the oddly moral hit man? My six-month fascination with Dion, no stranger to the underbelly of society himself? Those might count as the closest things to friendships I’d developed in the time since I became a field operative and got partnered with the Colonel. This was unfamiliar territory for me. I wasn’t sure how to proceed. The Institute hadn’t covered this in my training.
Fuck—why was there never an evil genius with an army of killer robots around when I needed one? At least I knew what to do when confronted by an evil genius and killer robots.
If I could shift the game back to the familiar physical playing field, odds were that I could buy myself time to figure out the rules. Time to change the game.
Besides, I knew what they were waiting for. They had waited a long time.
“So,” I asked Cowboy, though I already knew the answer, “you two have never tried having sex together?” By then, of course, I was rested and my telepathy was back to full capacity. I could have just picked the answer from their minds; instead I asked them out loud.
Cowboy blushed and turned his head away from Dion a degree. “We, uh, tried once—”
“Twice,” Dion corrected as he continued pulling off his hiking boots.
Cowboy nodded a curt acknowledgement. “Twice. But we was both too drunk to get it up the second time, so that don’t count. We tried, but ... It ... We couldn’t go through with it.”
Their thoughts both finished, Because he wasn’t you.
This was new territory for me, emotionally. Sure, I’d fucked around with lots of guys, but it was just sex. Ever since I got assigned to special operations work, I was in and out of people’s lives, so sex was the result of either mutual lust if I had the opportunity to meet somebody during my few off-hours, or my manipulations if the assignment put me in front of somebody hot.
I readied the mental suggestion in my head. I said, “Surely you’re not holding out for marriage, Cowboy.” Nudge. “You know as well as I do: A stiff dick has no conscience.” Nudge. “And as I remember, your dick gets very, very stiff.” Nudge.
By now, Dion had both boots off, he knew what was coming, and he wasn’t waiting for my telepathic suggestion to take full effect. He reached into his crotch and adjusted his dick, semi-stiff and rising, in his jeans. He looked down at the ridge of it pointed along one pants leg and rubbed it again, as every fragment of his awareness became concentrated on that gentle motion, the vague pressure of his hand stroking his dick through denim.
Cowboy, shifting a leg in response to his own rising erection, looked up as Dion stood and unfastened his belt. Cowboy watched him.
Dion was uncertain. For six months he’d been chasing a ghost, something connected to him that he couldn’t clearly remember. He was still processing the memories I’d restored of our time together. Too, his half-brother was also here watching. I could help Dion with his misgivings. All I had to do was quiet the parts of his mind that kept throwing up objections. I made sure he knew I was sliding into his head, and he didn’t try to stop me. In fact, he seemed relieved, welcomed my entry. Dion surrendered his thoughts to me, and I stirred them into a nice stew of lust. He set to work on the snap and zipper at his fly. No underwear. He pushed his jeans to his knees. His six-inch cock, thick, bounced out into the air, pointing right at me, the foreskin already peeled nearly all the way off the head. He half-stumbled his feet out of his jeans.
Doulas stared at Dion, not saying a word, wondering what has happening, suspecting the cause. He seemed content to watch for now, so I let him.
Cowboy stood. I stood too, and Cowboy came to me. His closed-lips kiss wasn’t aggressive; in fact, it was nearly passive, just his lips moving with mine, waiting for me to glide deeper into his thoughts and guide him through the next move. I cupped his stubbled jaw, and my tongue gently urged his lips and teeth apart. He put his left arm around my waist. Dion joined us and Cowboy’s right arm went around his shoulders. Dion’s hands between us brushed our bare stomachs, just the backs of his fingers stroking up and down from our navels, down and stopping just shy of our cocks, still trapped in our pants. I turned from Cowboy and kissed Dion, letting my tongue probe into his mouth. Even as the kiss deepened, he kept his hands where they were. Close, but not touching. There, but not. Teasing us by proximity.
I stepped back and opened my pants, pushed them down to mid-thigh. Pulling Dion to me, I turned my entire body to face him and, in doing so, pushed my cock against his hand. He gasped, shivering as we made the contact he found himself craving. His fingers tightened and released, just enough movement to say, I’m touching you and I want you to feel me touching you.
Dion caressed my cock gently, still kissing me until I pulled my mouth away and said to Cowboy, “Remember how much you liked sucking my cock?” Nudge. “I bet you’d like to suck my cock now, wouldn’t you?” Another little mental nudge was all he needed to kneel.
Cowboy agreed as he sank to his knees, “There’s nothing in the world I’d like better.” I put one hand on the back of his head, guiding him toward my crotch, and then his mouth was around my cock-head.
I moaned. I turned my body toward him as he completely engulfed my dick, summoning my full attention to every place his hands and mouth made contact with my skin. When I had first met him, he was a virgin to cock-sucking and I had to coach him through the basics; obviously he’d spent the years since honing his new skills. He read my every response perfectly, knew exactly when to give and when to take, when to bring me to the edge and when to ease me back. I was happy to lose myself in everything he did.
As Dion knelt beside Cowboy, over his shoulder I glanced at Doulas. He shifted his legs around an obscene lump in his crotch. Maybe amusement or arousal had narrowed his eyes. Maybe disbelief had parted his lips. Whatever his expression, he was there. Watching and silent, but there.
Dion’s mouth took my cock from Cowboy and took over sucking me. Cowboy stood. Cowboy was about thirty now, handsome as I remembered, dark-haired, smooth-chested, body still honed to military solidness, a few minor cuts and scrapes on his face from that rooftop explosion. I slid my hand around the back of his neck and pulled our faces together. He kissed me. Full-on—no hesitation, no coercion from me. I tasted my sweaty crotch in Cowboy’s mouth as he kissed me. He devoured my mouth the way Dion devoured my cock.
Dion looked up, but his mouth didn’t stop. I broke my kiss with Cowboy and looked down. Dion: dark-haired with a shoulder-length ponytail, skin the gold of honey, hairy chest, orange eyes, packing a thick six-inch uncut dick that stood perpendicular to his hips. Dion had improved at cock-sucking too—really improved. When our eyes met, his were full of hunger and lust. He came off my cock to gulp down a breath, licked his lips, then went down on me again, sucking my cock with even more enthusiasm.
Cowboy kissed up along my chest and neck, heading for my mouth again, as Dion sank my cock deeper into his throat and tugged on my ball sack with gentle fingers. I kept one hand on the back of Cowboy’s neck and one in Dion’s hair, holding on to both while they tasted me. No one gave head like Dion, no one kissed like Cowboy, and I’d never been so aroused.
The pure, liquid lightning coursing through my balls and up and down my dick brought a string of whispered profanity to my tongue, but Cowboy’s kiss arrived to silence it. I was sure, at any moment, that I was going to cum, but Dion expertly held me back, promising with every tongue-stroke that he wasn’t done with me yet.
“Fuck,” I breathed against Cowboy’s lips. I held the back of his neck tighter, and he dipped his head to kiss behind my ear. His hand drifted across my chest and his fingertip danced tight circles around my nipple.
“Fuck,” Doulas moaned in agreement, still watching. I’d nearly forgotten about him.
“This is the wildest thing I’ve ever done,” Cowboy murmured against my neck. “I can feel it—in my head—what he’s doing to you with him mouth. It’s like he’s sucking my dick too ... Fuck, Dion, I’d fucking beg you to suck my cock like that right here and now, but feeling you do it to him is just too damned hot.”
Dion responded with a low moan that vibrated across my skin before he deep-throated me, echoed by a moan from Cowboy.
Cowboy growled, his stubble brushing the side of my jaw, “He’s going to make you cum, and”—he sucked in a breath and his voice trembled—“if he’s not careful, he’s going to make me cum too.”
I loved the silky heat of Dion’s mouth bathing my dick, the roughness of Cowboy’s jeans against my bare hip and ass cheek. Dion shivered, and a ragged rush of breath whooshed across my dick-skin before he swallowed me again, moving even faster. He had surrendered: he was past the point of give and take, of holding back to make the experience last. I was supposed to be in charge here, but the sensations were too much to resist, especially with Cowboy’s kiss on top of it all. My heart pounded, my body shook with unreleased tension, and every nerve in my body turned to pure electricity.
“Cum,” Cowboy whispered, breath vibrating against my lips. The arousal in his voice, somewhere between a sigh and a plea, was so damned sexy. “Wanna watch you cum. Wanna see what he does to you.”
Cowboy kissed me. Dion flicked his tongue underneath the head of my cock. I lost it. My cock pulsed against Dion’s lips, and my moan drowned in Cowboy’s mouth as my sanity buckled. Orgasm. My eyes rolled back, and my body burned with pleasure, and everything seemed to explode and collapse at once.
With one final shudder, I sank into Cowboy’s arms. “Oh, fuck,” I whispered, panting. Dion stood up and kissed me. My head still spun, and kissing was more important than breathing just then, so I tangled my fingers in Dion’s hair and let the tip of his tongue draw mine into his mouth. The taste of my own semen on his tongue made this all real. It wasn’t just a fantasy, this had really happened. And, as Cowboy kissed my shoulder, working his way up to my neck, it was still happening.
Cowboy leaned over me, cupped the back of Dion’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. I knew how they each kissed, and now I was watching them kiss each other. With my thoughts in their minds, I knew exactly what it felt like when Cowboy ran the tip of his tongue across Dion’s lower lip, tasting traces of my cum there; and when Dion’s cheeks hollowed, I shivered because I knew his tongue was sliding into Cowboy’s mouth. I found that sensitive spot behind Cowboy’s ear and flicked my tongue across it.
“Lean back,” Dion whispered in Cowboy’s other ear. Whether Cowboy consciously obeyed or just let a passive response happen, his body completely surrendered into my arms and the mercy of Dion’s whims. I leaned in to kiss Cowboy deeply while Dion knelt again.
I knew exactly what Dion was doing. Cowboy’s belt buckle jingled. Then the sound of Cowboy’s separating zipper made his breath and mine catch. Dion reached in and forked out Cowboy’s six and a half inch erection. Cowboy pushed his face toward mine, digging his fingers into the back of my neck. Don’t pull away, his thoughts said; I need you so I can remember how to breathe.
When Cowboy’s entire body seized and he pulled the breath out of my lungs, I knew Dion’s mouth was working its magic on his cock. Cowboy’s fingers twitched in my hair, and our lips separated when he released a sudden, sharp breath. He held me tighter as his deep, delirious moans reverberated against my mouth.
Cowboy’s head fell back onto my shoulder, and his eyes shut tight. His lips alternated between tightening into a grimace and parting with the release of breath. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed. A shudder ran through him, and his eyes screwed shut as his back arched. I kissed his exposed throat, tasting every tremor and moan beneath the sheen of perspiration as I mouthed my way up the side of his neck. I stopped just shy of that spot behind his ear, keeping my lips against his skin but not touching him there, not yet.
It’s my turn, Cowboy , I said into his head. Let me see what he does to you.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck ...”
Show me , I whispered into his mind, trailing my fingertips across his chest as my lips inched closer to that sweet spot behind his ear. Show me you like it as much as I do.
“Oh—oh, man—fuck—” he whimpered softly, then shuddered, then gasped, I knew he was right there, right on the edge, and that’s when I ran the tip of my tongue around the spot behind his ear and gave the pleasure centers in his mind a gentle jolt. In that instant, he started to climax so violently his body nearly levitated off the ground, but my arms around him kept him still, kept him here.
A long sigh signaled his return to terra firma, and his body sagged, fully relaxed.
As soon as Dion stood, Cowboy kissed him, holding onto him with trembling hands and gasping for breath between kisses.
“You sure give good head,” he slurred, releasing Dion.
“Got any condoms on you?” Cowboy asked me. Then he looked at me and grinned—no, smirked. That filthy, sexy smirk. “I’ve got some in my pack, but it’s way over there by the tent ...” He trailed off, but the lift of his eyebrows and the extra twist of his smirk finished the statement.
A box of condoms and a little plastic bottle of lube hit the sandy ground beside my foot with a pair of soft noises. I looked up at Doulas, who grinned and settled himself back to watch.
Cowboy and I both had to sit down for a moment to get our boots off, then finish pulling off our pants and underwear. Dion stood near me. I reached and just barely touched his cock, trailing just my fingertips lightly up and down the underside of it, up and down.
“Fucking tease,” Dion groused, his voice a stew of frustration and arousal.
“Tease?” I chuckled and reached for Dion’s leg and pulled him down onto the dirt with us. “Did you hear what he called me, Cowboy? Do you think I’m teasing him?”
Cowboy laughed. “I think you should suck his cock.”
“After everything he’s done,” I said, “I think you’re right.” Dion’s cock twitched in my hand, and his breath caught. I went to my knees, steadying him with a hand on his hip as I lapped at his cock-head.
“Aw, fuck,” Dion moaned. My tongue explored every contour of his cock as if it was uncharted territory, as if I’d never tasted him before. I glanced up. Dion’s head was turned and he kissed Cowboy, his free hand sliding around to Cowboy’s ass as Dion’s finger probed for Cowboy’s hole, teasing it, poking, readying it. Their lips separated for a half-second, just long enough to let me see Cowboy’s tongue slide into Dion’s mouth. I moaned appreciatively against Dion’s cock, making him shudder. Cowboy’s kiss probably helped too. Dion’s breathing became less steady, his hand trembled in my hair, a telltale saltiness on my tongue. I couldn’t tell whether Cowboy’s mouth or mine triggered which responses, but I didn’t care. Dion was unraveling, and that was all that mattered.
I reached into Dion’s mind and gave his pleasure centers a little prod. His body jerked as if he’d been electrocuted, then again. His cock pulsed in my mouth.
Cowboy whispered, telling Dion, “Cum—cum for me—cum,” his voice creating a low, growling undercurrent beneath the tension building in Dion’s every breath. One last prod sent him over. Dion’s knees shook, and his hips mirrored my forward-and-back rhythm, and his cock twitched. Suddenly—“Aaaah!"—he released a helpless, breathless whimper, as salty-sweet semen shot across my tongue.
I kept going, stroking and sucking, using my telepathy to make sure his orgasm lasted as long as humanly possible and only stopped when he finally begged me to.
“Fuck,” Cowboy whispered.
Our eyes met. I said, “I want to fuck you.”
His thoughts squirmed, resisting, remembering the pain of entry from anal sex he’d tried to have since our time together, but I calmed them easily, rolling those memories under the one of how much he had loved my cock in his ass that first time years ago. The memory of my cock in his ass made him helplessly aroused. “Please fuck me,” he begged, hoarsely. He held my gaze a moment longer, then turned to kiss Dion.
I bent and reached for the condoms. My hands shook as I tore the wrapper because I was desperate to be inside Cowboy, to be touching either of them again.
While I rolled the condom on, Dion had knelt and was again sucking Cowboy’s cock. I was tempted to suggest that Cowboy move, that he get on his hands and knees so I could fuck him good and hard in a position that would be easy for him, but his low whimper gave me a better idea. After I’d put on some lube, making sure to leave the bottle within reach in case I needed more, I stood behind Cowboy and put my hands on his hips. When I gently nudged his legs apart with my knee, his spine straightened. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes wide with surprise.
“I want you just like this,” I said.
He started to speak, but when I pushed his shoulders forward and pressed my cock against him, he simply moaned and leaned forward, hands on his knees to steady himself.
“Oh, sweet fucking hell,” he breathed as I pushed into him slowly, making sure his mind registered nothing but pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, Cowboy—you feel so good.” I closed my eyes, but my head spun faster with every inch I gained, every time I withdrew and pushed back in. I took long, smooth strokes at first, just trying to keep myself from cumming or collapsing under the weight of how fucking incredible this felt.
Cowboy’s knees trembled, nearly buckling. Mine weren’t much steadier and, for a moment, I thought they might give out, that he and I were both on the verge of going down. I could keep my own balance, but I wasn’t sure about both of us. Then Cowboy grasped Dion’s shoulders, using his body to keep himself—and me—upright. With this new stability, I focused less on standing and more on fucking Cowboy’s ass. I dug my fingers into his hips, and I pounded him hard and fast.
“Shit,” Dion moaned as Cowboy kissed his neck. Cowboy’s hand disappeared between them, and Dion gasped, throwing his head back as Cowboy’s shoulder rose and fell in time with my rapid thrusts.
I couldn’t hold back, not when they were both so turned on, when they looked so damned hot, when Cowboy felt so fucking good and his back arched that way and his arousal blazed against the outskirts of my thoughts and his voice slurred those profanities and my spine melted more with every stroke I took inside Cowboy and—
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. I pulled Cowboy’s hips against mine, driving my cock as deep as I could, and came. His body still moved with the force of his own strokes on Dion’s cock, and that subtle motion, that vague hint of a perfect rhythm, drew out my orgasm until I thought I was going to pass out.
When I couldn’t take anymore, I pulled out slowly, still gasping for breath.
As I pulled off the condom, Cowboy kissed Dion, holding the sides of his neck in his hands. “Now it’s your turn.” Then Cowboy turned to me. “Mind handing me a condom?”
I nodded, grabbed one out of the box, passed it to him with the lube. He tore the wrapper with his teeth and quickly rolled the condom on. Dion assumed the classic hands-and-knees position, ready for Cowboy to mount him doggy style. I crouched in front of Dion’s head and pulled it to me. Holding his face in both hands, I kissed him deeply.
I kept our minds linked at the sensory level. I felt a shudder ran up Dion’s spine, following Cowboy’s hands on his skin before they settled on Dion’s hips. The touch of cool lube made him tense and gasp. Then Dion drew in a tense breath, and the low groan from Cowboy told me he was slowly pushing his cock into Dion, and I felt Dion’s response to the intrusion. What I was doing in Dion’s mind ensured he felt nothing but ecstasy.
As Cowboy picked up speed, Dion’s body rocked against mine, echoing the rhythm and force of Cowboy’s deep, rapid thrusts. The harder Cowboy fucked him, the deeper Dion kissed me. When I met Cowboy’s eyes, his lips parted and a shudder rippled through his body, then Dion’s, then mine.
I kept one hand on Dion’s neck and reached between us with the other, stroking Dion’s cock just as Cowboy had while I’d been the one doing the fucking before. When I gently bit the base of Dion’s neck, Cowboy bit his own lip, and all of the sensations got mixed up in our heads. My hand followed Cowboy’s rhythm exactly, speeding up when he did, slowing down when he did. You’ve never looked so fucking hot, Cowboy, I thought. Exertion made the cords in his neck stand out, and his shoulders and biceps trembled. His mouth was somewhere between a grimace and a silent howl. Sweat rolled down his face. His eyebrows were pulled together, and his eyes were wide; wide and focused right on mine. I shivered, and my rhythm faltered slightly, making Dion’s breath catch. I squeezed a little harder, stroked faster, and his cock twitched in my hand. Cowboy bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to stay in control just a little bit longer. He looked down, watching himself fuck Dion, and released a breath, muttering nonsense syllables, too gone to form real words.
“Cum for me,” I whispered to Dion. Then I did my little number in his head and, with a yelp, Dion started to cum, his body nearly collapsing against mine as his semen hit my wrist and forearm.
Cowboy’s eyes flicked up and met mine. “Your turn, Cowboy. Cum for me.” I reached into his head and tipped him likewise over the edge into his orgasm, hard, and his eyes had only a split second to widen before they screwed shut and he slammed his cock deep into Dion and roared through his release.
Dion collapsed against me, and Cowboy slumped behind him, resting his forehead on Dion’s shoulder. “Holy fucking shit,” Cowboy slurred. “That was ...” He exhaled, shuddering as he pulled out slowly.
“... So fucking hot.” Dion raised his head to kiss while Cowboy stepped away to get rid of the condom.
“Definitely hot,” I said.
“Yeah,” whispered another voice, dark with arousal.
I looked around and there sat Doulas, still watching us. I’d forgotten about him.
“You’d like to get off too,” I said, slipping into his mind. I stood. “Come here.”
His thoughts twisted, trying to come up with a reason to say no, mostly centered on Dion seeing him. I smoothed away Doulas’ objections and sent a comforting wave of lust and pleasure through his mind that made his balls tingle.
Come here, I repeated in his head.
How could he not? He stood up and closed the few feet between us.
He stared at my dick. His thoughts were nervous but not unwilling. I eased closer and reached for his belt buckle as I probed in his thoughts for what I needed. “May I?” I asked.
He muttered, “Yeah,” as if dreaming.
I watched his eyes and thoughts as I opened his jeans, waiting for fear to flash by, before I slid my palm inside to meet his rod. The fear didn’t come. He closed his eyes and sighed. I stroked him and he shuddered, surrendering his body and mind to me. He had some experience with men—I could see it in his memories—more than Dion had had that first time, but not a lot. He wasn’t used to being touched by a man.
I squeezed his dick gently. “Doulas, what do you want to do?”
He looked at me, suddenly nervous about revealing what he wanted sexually to another man, especially with his brother watching.
It’s okay, I calmed his mind. Say what you want.
“I don’t know. Suck it, I guess?”
“Doulas, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We could just kiss a while or I can jack you off if that’s all you’re comfortable with.”
“No,” he decided, gliding his strong hands onto my shoulders. “I want to ... do this. I want to know why Dion was so obsessed with finding you.” He pressed his body closer, and then the bare skin of his chest touched mine. He seemed to enjoy the feeling. He swallowed hard, committing himself, and I heard him swallow a whimper as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. “I want to know. Being around you ...” He paused and kissed me. Of course he wanted this—after just the telepathic backwash alone from sitting so close to me having sex with his half-brother and Cowboy, Doulas would probably have done anything I asked, no coercion needed. Doulas broke the kiss. “You make me so fucking hard.” He nipped my neck and squeezed my ass with both hands. “Please ... make me cum.”
He sounded desperate, almost pleading. How could I deny him when he was practically begging for this? This—as well as his tongue in my ear—was all the confirmation my body needed. I pressed against him, rocking my groin into his. Doulas moaned as I pulled him down onto the ground; we practically fell the last few inches. We kissed again, and his hands roamed over me, exploring my chest, stomach, and groin. I rubbed his dick through his opened jeans.
After a little kissing and touching, Doulas eased back, and I watched as he struggled to pull off his boots and jeans. His cock bounced free. It seems a bit longer than Dion’s and just as thick—tasty. I loved watching him crawl back over me. He lined his body up against mine and pressed his manhood against my hip as he kissed me again. He rocked into me a little, just enough to tease. His kisses and touches were soft, but backed by the desperation of a man who wanted to fuck—the battle between lust and uncertainty masquerading as gentleness. Fine by me; I always preferred to take the lead. I could calm his uncertainties and feed him how-to instructions telepathically.
I guided Doulas onto his back and maneuvered myself on top of him, straddling his thighs, kissing him ruthlessly to build his excitement. He slid his hands over my back like a blind man reading Braille—memorizing me. Being touched like this felt nice. Was this what true foreplay was for? Maybe I was so used to grabbing random quick sex during assignments, I’d forgotten what it was like to slow down and take some time to get to know the other man’s body as well as his mind. Well, now that I’d left the Institute, I had plenty of time.
I was contemplating the possibilities when his fingers grazed my dick-head. A tingle shot through me. That was the signal—I wanted to fuck too and I needed to advance the agenda toward the part where I stuck my dick in him. I took his dick in my hand and started stroking. I pushed into his head so that I could deal with those uncertainties and encourage him to go further.
Yes, he wanted this and, as his hesitation melted, Doulas’ gentle touch turned to vise grips that squeezed my ribs. He writhed beneath me, moaning and panting as I wiggled lower. I aligned my mouth with his cock-crown and licked the pre-cum from his slit. I’d never seen someone come so unglued by the slightest of touches. Doulas was practically screaming by the time I sucked him down. What would he do when he came?
But he wasn’t going to cum yet. I wasn’t going to let him cum yet.
I sucked up and down his beautiful erection for several minutes, and then used my hand when I needed to breathe. Meanwhile, I gave his pleasure centers little prods and jolts and jabs. His expression, dazed with lust, nearly made me laugh. He shook a few times and held his breath. I might have been torturing him if I judged by the little whimpers and cries escaping his throat. He held on to my shoulders and tilted his hips. Knowing I’d aroused him like this was exhilarating.
Doulas rolled me onto my back. He came over me aggressively this time, pinning my arms above my head as he sucked on my neck. I felt the sting; I knew he’d left a mark, marking his territory. He kissed his way down my chest and licked my erection from base to tip. He wasn’t holding back any longer.
I watched as he closed his eyes and surrendered to my telepathic suggestion and went down on me.
Every blowjob is different, but there’s nothing like a hot, wet mouth engulfing the most sensitive part of my body to make every trace of the world disappear and every nerve dance happily. The Institute, the world—everything disappeared for me.
Until his teeth scraped against said nerves, and the road to ecstasy hit a pothole.
“Ow!” I winced. I’d forgotten his lack of experience. “Easy there, killer. If you bite it off, there won’t be anything left for later.”
Doulas let go and repositioned himself next to me. “Sorry.” His disappointment came across loud and clear. But instead of shrinking away, he kissed me. He pulled me closer so that our erections lined up and rubbed together nicely.
I said, “Let’s try again.” I cupped his balls in one palm and pushed his shoulders with my other hand, guiding him. As he relaxed onto his back, I scooted down his body and nestled myself between his legs. He was probably thinking I’d suck his dick, but I had in mind another plan.
I sat up and grabbed his jeans and rolled them into a makeshift pillow. “Put this under your hips,” I instructed.
Doulas didn’t question me. He allowed me to elevate his hips, and he exposed his vulnerable hole by pulling his knees toward his shoulders. The glazed hormonal intoxication in his eyes and oozing from his thoughts told me he was enjoying himself.
Casually, I licked at his sensitive scrotum, flicking my tongue around the skin underneath. I jutted my tongue down further and tickled my intended target. Doulas gasped, and his puckered hole eased open a bit. I licked again, and Doulas cooed—fucking cooed!—as his sphincter relaxed. I teased his hole with my tongue. I can’t believe I’m doing this, Doulas was thinking. I tongued Doulas and concentrated on making him feel more aroused than ever before in his life.
I sucked and I probed, but as I did so, my own body reminded me that holding back was damn near impossible. I needed to penetrate him. First, I had to prepare him. Sucking his cock was the best distraction I knew while preparing him for entry so I pulled his cock into my mouth. I took my time with sucking him as I pawed around to find the bottle of lube. I coated my fingers and rubbed them over his sphincter, which pulsed under my touch. As he tensed, I sucked extra hard on his dick crown and swirled my tongue along the ridge. That, plus a little stroke of arousal through his thoughts, did the trick. His hips rested once again on the balled jeans, and his fingers fisted the sandy dirt in pleasure as I pumped and twisted my finger in his ass. I curled my fingers and searched out that pleasure-producing spot inside his ass. Doulas’ hips buckled and he yelped, “Ah!” Bingo! He couldn’t struggle against this sensation now. I brushed over his prostate again and gave the pleasure centers in his mind a little staccato dance too. He panted, “Fuck! Do that again!” I pumped and twisted my fingers before inserting a third, hearing his grunt of surprise as I gave his sweet spot another nudge. He rewarded my efforts by touching my hair and rasping, “Oh, fuck! Feels—so good.”
I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed release, and I wanted it to be inside of Doulas. I grabbed a condom as Doulas watched me. I positioned myself and looked into his eyes before pressing in. I could feel him shaking beneath me. I calmed him telepathically—he was feeling anxiety but not fear, expectation but not pain. I rested my weight on him and kissed him as I slowly breached his opening. He quivered and moaned against my mouth. I searched his eyes and smoothed his thoughts as he panted. “You okay? Want me to stop?”
“No. Just ... a second.” Doulas closed his eyes, and I helped him will the pain away. When he opened eyes again, he growled, “Fuck me. I want to feel you fuck me.” So I did. I pumped in and out slowly several times before picking up the pace. He lifted his legs and locked them over my shoulders. Doulas yelped in a pitch that only dogs could hear, and thrust his hips to meet mine. I hammered in and out, harder and harder, aggressively as an animal, until we were both moaning. Doulas took every bit of it. He gripped my ribs, and groaned loudly. His climax built smoothly. When his cock erupted, I poked into his mind to make sure his orgasm overwhelmed him. Then my climax began, and I fed the sensation into his mind too, letting him experience his pleasure mingled with mine. Overloaded, Doulas’ thoughts turned into vague shards of sensation.
Spent, I sprawled on top of him and felt the wetness—his cum, our sweat—between us. Sticky and delicious. I’d made him cum so hard it felt like lava oozing everywhere that our skin connected. I hated pulling out. I wanted to stay there for hours feeling him all around me, smelling the musky thickness of sex in the air, and listening to his steady breathing, but I couldn’t. I eased out of his ass.
“Fuck!” Cowboy swore.
I’d forgotten about him—and Dion. When I looked over, Cowboy lay on his back, legs up and wide apart, craning his neck to watch us. Dion crouched between Cowboy’s legs, pushing his cock into Cowboy’s ass. I couldn’t see the details because of the angle, but Cowboy was obviously enjoying the penetration. Cowboy grinned and winked. I grinned back.
We didn’t leave the tent until sundown and we hadn’t gotten much sleep. Fortunately, we didn’t have a schedule to keep—no one cared if reaching Dion’s clan took an extra day thanks to all the time we wasted having sex. And if their nomadic clan moved on, Dion’s and Doulas’ tracking skills would still lead us to them.
Doulas, still naked, climbed out of the tent last. By then Cowboy, Dion, and I all had our pants and boots on, and we were about ready to start breaking camp, erasing all evidence that we’d been there.
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Doulas groused as he found his hat and parked it on his head, using his So much cooler than you attitude to deflect any embarrassment about everything we’d all done together. “Sure, the sex was great, but was it really worth risking our lives to bring him back with us? If you just want good sex, it’s easier to hire a whore.“
“So now I’m a whore, huh?” I chuckled as Doulas searched form his jeans and boots.
Doulas harrumphed, “You know what I mean.”
Cowboy and Dion started collapsing down the tent. When we were done with packing it and the digi camo tarp up, the sky was darkening, the air was cooling, and we were ready to move on. While the rest of us were shirtless because the air was still hot, Doulas remained naked, except for his boots and hat.
What can I say? I liked the scenery. Nearly naked men made great scenery. Besides, it only took a couple of little telepathic tweaks to make too-cool Doulas ... simply not notice he hadn’t finished dressing and his cock and balls were swinging in the air.
What can I say? I’m good at what I do.
Doulas shouldered his pack and set off. “Hell of a lot of trouble bringing him back with us, if you ask me,” he grumbled.
Cowboy and Dion of course had figured out the reason Doulas just forgot to put on his pants. They snickered and grinned, thought it was funny. Doulas needed to be taken down a peg or two from time to time—and being made to show his ass without realizing it seemed fitting. Maybe around the time we made camp again, I’d let him have an oh shit moment and suddenly realize he’d spent the whole day strolling around naked.
“Well, come on—let’s get moving,” Doulas groused, frowning at the three of us standing there doing nothing but watching him with his dick and ass hanging out in the breeze. He shrugged—“Oh, whatever”—turned around, and started walking.
“Shit,” Cowboy hissed with a grin, shaking his head and drawling out the vowel in his accent: Sheeeee-it. “We better be nice to him,” he stage whispered to Dion about me, “or he’ll have us strolling bare-ass through the desert too.”
I replied, “Guys, would I do that to you?”
Cowboy and Dion looked at me and said in unison, “Yes.” But they were grinning.
They froze as their minds locked up. Their hands went to their crotches, opened their flies. Their jeans came off, then their boots went back on. Their jeans went into their packs. They blinked as my telepathy withdrew, not realizing they’d lost a minute or so of time, not realizing they were naked except for their boots and hats.
If the Colonel had been there, he would have grumbled at me in that conversation we’d had many times, Please tell me you do not plan on fucking each and every damned one of them? Then I’d have shrugged and grinned, like always. Only the ones I like, I’d have said replied, because I did like Cowboy, and Dion, and even too-cool Doulas. But the Colonel wasn’t there. I hoped he wasn’t being too rough on Jase.
We shouldered our packs and set out across the desert. We still had a full night of walking, another day of fucking and sleeping through the heat, then most of a second day’s walk before we reached Dion’s clan. Maybe later I’d let Cowboy and Dion realize they’d also just spend the day walking through the desert bare-assed, but for now I was simply going to enjoy every inch of the scenery on the way to this new life of mine.
“You guy coming, or what?” I teased them, and we trotted to catch up with Doulas under the last of the sunset.