Valley of the Dudes by Ryan Field Page A

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sucks couldn’t hurt. Cody continued talking. “Are you there? What happened? Did I lose you? I’m on
     
my cell phone. I might have lost the call.”
     
A few sucks after that, Rush pulled back again, making the suction noise. “I’m
     
still here,” he said, with the taste of Lance still on his tongue. Lance was standing over
     
him, slowly milking his penis within a half inch from his lips.
     
“I heard that noise again,” Cody said. “Were you drinking orange juice again?”
     
Lance rubbed a drop of pre-come on Rush’s bottom lip and smiled. Rush looked
     
into Lance’s eyes and said to Cody, “I think it’s the connection. I can barely hear you
     
now. I’m hearing all kinds of weird noises, too.” The only thing he wanted to do was put
     
Lance back into his mouth. “I’ll call you day after tomorrow when I get back to the city.
     
Thanks for calling about the article.”
     
“Okay,” Cody said, “I have to get moving anyway. I’m already late for rehearsal.”
     
When Rush switched off the phone, he reached for Lance’s dick and said, “That
     
wasn’t nice. I’d just die if Cody ever found out I was blowing you while I was on the
     
phone with him.” He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and pressed his thumb just
     
below the bottom of the head.
     
Lance put his hands on his hips and threw his pelvis forward. “Well, you’re not
     
on the phone anymore.” He stared down at his erection. “What are you going to do about
     
this?”
     
Rush smiled. He got up on his knees and kneeled between Lance’s slightly hairy
     
legs. He wet his lips and said, “I’ll show you what I’m going to do.” Then he wrapped his
     
lips around the head of Lance’s dick and slowly took it to the back of his mouth.
     
* * * * After Rush gave Lance a blow job that caused Lance’s legs to wobble with such
     
intensity he almost went down to his knees, they both went upstairs and took a long, hot
     
shower together. Lance pushed him against the shower wall, soaped his right hand, and
     
shoved two fingers inside Rush’s body. Lance said he wanted to thank him for the blow
     
job. Rush didn’t put up a fight.
     
By noon, they were downstairs in the kitchen and Rush was pouring coffee for
     
Lance. Lance was taking the afternoon train back to New York, and there wasn’t much
     
time for anything but coffee. Rush wanted to make omelets for brunch, but Lance said
     
he’d grab something at the train station from a machine.
     
When Rush sat down at the table, he smiled and said, “When I’m back in New
     
York this week, I’ll make you a real dinner in my apartment. Or we can do it in your loft
     
if you’d rather.”
     
Lance took a sip of coffee and smiled. Then he reached across the table and took
     
Rush’s hand. He looked into Rush’s eyes and said, “I wanted to tell you this earlier, but
     
we were having such a good time this weekend, I figured I’d wait until now.”
     
Rush was still smiling. “Tell me what?” When he saw the serious expression on
     
Lance’s face, his stomach tightened. It felt as if someone had tied a string around his
     
waist and they were pulling both ends as hard as they could.
     
“I won’t be in New York when you get back,” Lance said, “The firm is relocating
     
me temporarily to the Hollywood office. Bart thinks that because so many of my clients
     
are now on the West Coast, I’m better off there. But I’ll be back and forth to New York a
     
lot.” Rush pulled his hand back fast. “I see.” He stood up from the table and crossed to
     
the kitchen window. When he looked outside, he bit his bottom lip and forced his eyes to
     
remain dry. This was the last thing he’d expected to hear. He’d thought they were moving
     
forward in their relationship.
     
While he stared outside, Lance remained quiet. The only sounds in the room were
     
the hum and whiz inside the old refrigerator.
     
Lance