A most wonderful Thanksgiving & busy days before Christmas
Josh and Kyle had been on the road for almost three hours. The sun was behind them as the exit sign for Havana came into view. Kyle looked over at Josh and noticed that his fidgeting in the passenger seat had increased substantially the last few minutes. He grinned as he asked, "You need to pee or are you just all nervous for some reason?"
"Both actually," was the reply that came with a slight smirk but also with uncertainty showing in Josh's eyes.
"Well you are the one that just had to have a thirty-two ounce Slushie when we gassed up at Circle K," Kyle teased back as he reached over and tickled Josh's ribs. "Just don't think about running water or the words: Drip. Drip. Drip. Dribble."
"Stop it Kyle! I'm having enough trouble trying to hold it as it is!" Even though he smacked his husband's hand away, Josh was laughing. "I'll be okay until we get to the farm."
Kyle reached for Josh's hand and took it in his. "I think the bigger question is whether you are going to be okay after we get there. You have been squirming like a hooker in the front pew at church for the last fifty miles."
"Well dammit, Kyle. This is the first time back home since Mom was so ugly to you back in May."
"Uh huh. That was also six long months ago. And who was it that specifically invited us...both of us...to come for Thanksgiving dinner?"
"Mom," was the one word conceding answer.
Kyle squeezed Josh's hand as he went on. "Think about all the phone conversations you have had with her since we got married. Think of the ones she has had with me." He paused and choked up a little as he added, "Think of the words on the card with the flowers they sent to the funeral home. She has accepted things. Everything is going to be fine, Pooh."
Josh cautiously smiled back. "I know, Tigger. It's just..."
"It's just that you are a worry wart," Kyle cut him off with. "You need to walk into that house the same way I intend to...happy to be there and knowing that she already said she loves us both many times over. Let the past stay in the past, baby."
Josh leaned across to plant a kiss on Kyle's cheek at the same time the Hummer lumbered onto the exit ramp. "You're my rock. You know that don't you?"
As the big truck rapidly decelerated, Kyle managed a peck of Josh's lips. "Yeah, but if you don't get your hand off my thigh, I'm going to be walking in the house showing off 'a rock' of a different kind, sweetie. And I sure don't want to be hugging your mom with a hard-on."
Josh laughed and then looked at the prominent bulge showing in Kyle's jeans. An evil expression appeared on his face as he grabbed the lump. "If you drive slow and careful, maybe I could take care of that problem before we get there."
Before Kyle had the Hummer to the stop sign at the end of the exit ramp, his zipper had been yanked down and Josh's hand was fumbling inside them for the fly opening in his boxer briefs. "Josh! Is this a good idea this close to the farm?" The words had barely escaped from his lips before his now fully engorged cock was pulled out.
"Just drive like a little old lady, babe. I've never done you like this and I'm sure not stopping now." Josh finalized his intentions by freeing his own boner and started taking slow strokes on it as he lowered his head to Kyle's lap.
Kyle sat at the stop sign for a moment as Josh worked his tool with his lips and tongue. "You are so crazy, but I love you for it," was the statement as he finally flipped the turn signal and pulled out onto the, thankfully empty, state road. Meandering along at about thirty miles per hour, he added, "I'm just glad this beast has power steering," as his left hand gripped the wheel and his right one took charge of stroking Josh.
"Mmmm," and happy hip thrusts came from Josh. His mouth began working faster as did Kyle's hand.
Kyle could feel the intense pulsing of Josh's manhood in his palm. His own tool was just as excited from the moist mouthing it was getting. After a deep moan, he wrapped his hand even tighter and tugged even faster. "I don't remember driver's ed class ever being like this, baby," he mumbled.
Josh let loose with a stifled snicker, refusing to let Kyle's rod free. The full swallows he began taking were getting the desired effect if the constantly intensifying fondling of his own cock were any kind of measure. When the tingling began in his toes, he popped off Kyle's bone just long enough to spit out, "Gonna cum," before plunging his face back down on it.
Kyle knew how close he was also and jerked the steering wheel to the right while standing on the brakes. Once on the road berm, he used his now free left hand to push on Josh's head and his right turned to a blur as he sought to bring them both to a mutual explosion.
Josh humped his hips into Kyle's hand one last time and felt the splashes of hot man juice against his tonsils at the same time his own splattered the dashboard, floor, and drenched the fingers that kept working him. Once he had finished cleaning up Kyle's mess with his tongue, he rolled to his back and grinned. "All better now, aren't ya?" he suggested.
Kyle grinned back. "Will be in a minute." With that, he first sucked his own fingers clean and then leaned over and used his tongue to dab away the dribbles of white from Josh's mushroom and shaft. Sitting back up, he pulled Josh up to his face. "I love you, Pooh," was all he said before pasting their lips together and sharing the result of their coupling that was still on their tongues. When they broke the embrace and began stuffing everything back away in their pants, Kyle jokingly ordered, "Since you started that, you get to take care of the mess on the dash and floor. There are napkins and a rag and a bottle of 'Armor All' in the glove compartment."
