The Car Wash

This is in response to a ‘Wrong Answer’ Challenge issued on one of the groups.

Skyy quickly hopped off the chair as cold water hit him. He heard Dusty’s laughter and retaliated by hurling a soapy sponge towards his tormentor. It would have hit his partner in the face had the man not ducked in time.

Skyy began backing up at his fellow-Brat’s slow menacing approach with the hose at the ready but stopped when he backed into an immovable object. He heard a surprised utterance from Dusty and looked up over his shoulder to see Dennis staring down at him.

“Just what do you guys think you’re doing?” The question didn’t bode well for either of them.

“We’ve been washing cars?” Dusty thought it was obvious but figured an answer was called for.

“In the nude?” To say Dennis was somewhat taken aback would be an understatement. His partners had pulled some crazy stunts in the past but this one might just be a front-runner in the race for most shocking.  

“It’s really hot out, Den,” Skyy explained, wondering why the older man wasn’t already aware of that fact. “It’s must be a hundred degrees in the shade.”

“And then there’s the humidity on top of it,” Jayden piped up while hurriedly rinsing off the car they’d been cleaning. “And no one can see us in this back alley.”

“So far we’ve washed five vehicles this afternoon.” Slade hoped this would garnish some points in their favour. 

Dennis glanced over at Dominic and shook his head at the astonished expression on his friend’s face.

“Just what am I going to do with you?” Dennis incredulously lifted his hands and then dropped them back down at his side.

“You can join us,” Skyy enthusiastically suggested as he wrapped his arms around the bigger man’s waist. “We were thinking of doing the Hummer next.”

Dennis opened his mouth the set his young partner straight but before he could utter a word, Skyy’s index finger appeared before his face.

“Ah, let me guess,” Skyy requested. “Wrong answer, huh?”

“Got it in one, Sport.” Dennis’ hug tightened as it also included Dusty. He ran his hands slowly down their water-cooled bodies and ended with a gentle squeeze to two firm globes. He’d been living this lifestyle with these two men long enough to know when to pick his battles, and this wasn’t one. He landed a hard swat on each of the cheeks he’d been kneading before reluctantly pushing his Brats away when he realized three erections were forming. His was hidden in his clothing; his partners’ were much more noticeable. He looked pointedly at a certain part of his lovers’ bodies and gruffly promised, “we’ll take care of those later.”

Meanwhile, Dominic had walked around to the other side of his car. “How did this get back here? I parked on the street when Dennis and I returned from our golf game.”

“I traded it for the truck when I drove it to the front of the house,” Slade informed his partner before hastily adding, “but I put on my shorts first.”

“Good thing,” Dominic muttered as he snapped his fingers and pointed to his car. When his signal had been obeyed and both his lovers were bent over the hood, he applied a vigorous smack on each of their backsides. “There is always a first and last time for everything,” he growled, emphasizing the word ‘last’. He knew his point had been made and understood. “Now help put everything away and get dressed while I move my car away from here,” he ordered. 

“You too,” Dennis instructed his partners and jerked a thumb towards the back gate.

Four young men immediately gathered up buckets, sponges, two hoses and one plastic chair and made a hasty escape. The only evidence of the unorthodox car wash was a pool of soapy water on the pavement and a red handprint on each of the miscreant’s bottom.

The End