Jason began unbuttoning his trousers as he and his driver stood beside the road. From behind the fabric, his erection throbbed; his dick expanding and stiffening with each pulse of his pounding heart. He cautiously eyed Andrew as he too unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his soft penis.
Though Jason is in his early twenties, this was only his second time seeing another cock. Andrew's was not smaller, nor larger than that of most men's, but perhaps it only seemed extra large because of his own inexperience laying eyes upon them.
Pulling his light brown foreskin back a little, the golden stream didn't take long to rush out and plunge down the slope. Andrew was pretending to be unaware of Jason's indiscretion. This moment of relief was being spied on by his younger passenger, but he knew, and he felt compelled not to protest...in a way, he felt flattered.
Taken aback by Andrew's white body and yet slightly darker genitals, Jason mused how his own cocoa-colored dick was the same shade as the rest of him. He watched as Andrew flicked his cock about, doing the shake, and then started buttoning himself up. Finally, his own stream began and he was able to do his business and get back in the truck.
They both hopped into the 1930 Chevrolet Pickup, it was nearing a decade in age, and yet it took these old logging roads real well. The shocks were a little bouncy, each time they went over some ruts, it shook the two men around. Jason enjoyed it, he liked the way Andrew would grip the wheel each time, his golden-hued knuckles turning white as he squeezed the brown leather. Not only that but his tight trousers and the jostling of the vehicle combined to create a rather pleasurable sensation in his pants. He could feel the head of his cock jiggling and thrusting slightly within the confines of his foreskin with each shake and bump of the truck.
"I really appreciate you driving me into town," Jason said, breaking the silence between them.
He wanted to emphasize his gratitude. Men of Jason's color weren't treated well in this country, especially not in these rural backwoods. However, things were different between them, Andrew is the older brother of his best friend, Isaac.
He continued, "I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't important."
Andrew gave a cordial smile and nodded his head once, "Think nothing of it, my friend. It's not your fault the telegraph cables are down, these old trees blow over all too frequently. Besides, I always need an excuse to drive into ol' Stumptown, I can acquire new parts and tools, and even pick up a few things for Mother and the Mrs."
"Even still, I wish I had the funds to help you out with the gas, at least."
He waved his hand dismissively, "Jason, I wouldn't have it. You're a friend in need, besides, you think Isaac would stand for it if he heard I drove you to Portland and demanded payment! Never." His eyes scanned the winding road and the massive fir trees that obscured it.
Jason nodded, then remembering something, he inquired, "How is Ike? Have you heard from him? I do miss seeing him around."
"Oh, he's doing fine, just fine," he paused to slow down for a rather sharp turn on the rugged hillside. "He's a foreman now." Rubbing his lips with the fingers on his left hand, he cracked a smile as he reminisced, "Isn't it funny how life works, we all go our separate ways sometimes, and live lives differently than expected. It seems not too long ago, you and Ike were wrestling each other for the last butterscotch, now you're grown men making your way in this world."
Jason had only half of his attention, the rest of him was admiring the contours of Andrew's body. His cock stirred in his trousers, and he felt it stiffening again, it was like the thing had a mind of its own.
As Andrew scanned the forest, their eyes met, but only fleetingly, the younger man sheepishly turned his head away. He was confused by this behavior until he spotted the growing bulge against Jason's inner thigh. With a quick glance at the road ahead, he turned back to the bulge. He'd never seen a black man's dick before, never thought about it, but suddenly he couldn't help his curiosity.
"And how's the Mrs.?" Jason tried desperately to shatter the awkward silence of his embarrassment.
His eyes kept rolling back to the bulge as if some force had continued to tug at his attention. Andrew started to feel his own manhood stir as his curiosity got the better of him. He blinked hard, trying to focus back on the road. "She's...she's alright. We get along, but..." Andrew couldn't help but steer the conversation down an unfamiliar path, "sometimes I feel a bit neglected."
The young man turned to look at him, a thirty-something man, ten years his senior. The muscles that gripped the wheel were that of a railroad crewman. He hauled out rotten ties from the track, and with nothing but sheer manpower, he and his crewmates thrust the new lumber under the rails and pounded the spikes in with their sledgehammers. His body was just the right amount of man.
"In what way do you feel neglected?" Jason had no sooner asked the question than suddenly predicted the answer.
Taking a gulp to ease the lump in his throat, Andrew took a chance to discreetly hint at his desire at that moment. "Well, you know, a man and woman occasionally perform their marital obligations, but it's not nearly as often as I wish it would be for us." He cocked an eye towards Jason, hoping he'd pick up the hint.
