The Road

Time

I was somewhat surprised that nobody thought about calling the authorities on us, especially having two criminals on the loose. My gut had this strange yet familiar feeling of worry, like I was gonna get in trouble. For not sending them to jail or prison. Kiss my job goodbye for wanting to explore these suppressed desires for men.

Mostly, it was wrong, dangerous and immature. To even put myself in these positions. Sleeping with people I barely got to really understand. All though, we have talked and know a little bit about each other, we still had more questioning to go through.

"Uh...well, wanna go get food? Go to Sunny Side Up diner?" I ask Larry and Vincent.

"Yeah, I'm fucking starving." Vincent said with a raspy tone.

Larry hands me a cigarette, I nod my head, so he gave it to his boyfriend. Smoke came out of his mouth, wispy in the air. We drive in our own cars to the place. Larry had his arm out the window, flowing through the current of wind that passed by the vehicle. He wore black, leather gloves. And his fingernails were a bit dirty and short.

We reach the diner, its sign held by a string with the word "open". All of us go through the door, the smell of fast food was in our presence. One whiff of delicious saltiness of fries was in my nose. The owner of the place, who was also the chef that ran the kitchen, saw me immediately.

"Hey, Kirk," Gyles says. "Table 12?"

"Sure." I replied.

"Marie! Table 12 for Kirk."

The waitress that usually serves me, comes out of the cooking area.

"How many?"

"3."

"That's new." She over my shoulder to see the people behind me.

I sit at my table with Vincent and Larry. Menus in hand and Marie goes away to other tables.

"This is nice." Larry says cheerfully. "Going out for once, on a date together."

Vinny looks at him with a side eye and smirking, showing a fake silver tooth. I catch a glimpse of his hand caressing Larry's thigh. Larry took his rough hand, slides in his pants and there was motion. Thankfully, we were sitting in the far corner of the diner. Larry covered his mouth casually, his Adam's apple moving because he was keeping a moan in.

I playfully smack Vincent's shoulder. He took this as a challenge, taking Larry's penis out of his pants. Stroking faster and harder. His boyfriend gasps quietly, coughing softly to lap over the sound of low moans. Closed his eyes while I look around to if see anyone was staring. Marie was coming over, Vinny swiftly put his dick back. Pretending nothing happened.

"What would you like to order? Any drinks, or specials on the menu today?" She asked, holding a pen and a notepad.

Most of us ordered scrambled eggs, waffles and French toast. She leaves to put the order in. "Couldn't keep it in your pants, figuratively?" I whispered. They laughed. Atmosphere was kinda loud to be honest, football fans that are middle aged dads watching the TV with beer, teenagers hanging out in booths. Shady bikers sitting in the bar of Sunny Side Up diner.

The dumbasses go on again, Vincent jerking off Larry under the table. He flicked his wrist too hard, caused Larry to whimper a tad louder. No one noticed since there was noises everywhere between kids shouting and the kitchen sounding like the pits of fucking hell. Except one of the bikers, he looked behind himself subtly, to find that weird whimper. Motherfucker thought it would be fun to play the devil's tango, so he went faster on poor Larry.

I slapped his arm to let him know that a person is hearing his boyfriend, but I guess he just wanted to be a asshat. My face was red, including Mr. Jacked Off. Biker guy pin points us and stares at Larry. He hides his face behind a menu, yet that fucker was smiling. He loved the attention.

Our waitress is walking around the corner with food on a platter and a tray to set down the breakfast. Vincent stops immediately. We start digging in and once in awhile Marie checked on us. After all that, we had a petty argument with each other about who's paying. One person wanted to pay for the whole breakfast, but we couldn't decide who.

Biker guy takes the check and pays for it. We collectively looked in surprise. He looks at Vinny, like he owes him something, then at the bathroom. Hinting something. Vincent looks at both of us, we nod and gave him permission. He gets up and follows the sketchy man into the men's bathroom.

*Vinny*

I follow punk boy in a stall, he puts a seat cover on the toilet, pushes me onto it. Locks the stall door. He was a big dude, obviously muscular. When he sat on my legs, I thought they would break, did I care? Nope, his thighs were heavenly, I squeezed them. "Wanna do it?" I ask. He guides my hands to unzip his pants and jerk him off.

He groans out loud, his hips grind me and my penis. I moan at the friction he gave me. His combat boots rubbing the floor, big arms wrapped around my body. His body was so warm and smelled of smoke. My thumb caresses the tip of his penis, and I kiss his neck.

"Oh fuck....you're good at this...agh..."

I suck his neck, then his Adam's apple, he whines. Nibbling on his jawline and rub his dick harder.

"Shit! Fuck...god dammit! Oh!"

He ejaculates on my knuckles, I let go and he fixes his pants. We get out of the stall and I wash my hands with soap. He leaves the restroom like nothing happened. Like I didn't make his grown ass whine. I head out and leave the diner to see Larry and sheriff in their cars waiting for me.