Chaps

by Gavin E Black

  Seductively innocent.

  So fucking gorgeous.

  Nash jumped from my touch as I rose to my feet and stroked my hard, seeping cock on his skin from his ass up along his spine.

  "Be gentle," he whispered to me as I took a firm grip of his now fading cock. It responded to my touch, but he was scared. He was shaking.

  Austin had been telling the truth after all.

  "Of course," I assured him as genuinely as I could manage. In earnest, being gentle wasn't in my repertoire, especially when it came to sweet, virgin holes. So pensive—so timid, until the initial wave of pleasure overtook the searing pain.

  I groaned against the side of Nash's neck. I'd give him a ride he wouldn't forget anytime soon. I moved my hand up across his quivering belly to his chest. The nipple I brushed with my palm was hard and cool. I pinched it—hard, painfully so, eliciting a soft mewl of satisfaction.

  Nash would be fine.

  I nudged Nash in the direction of the backpack as I stroked my cock, indicating he was in charge of supply retrieval. He came back, condoms and lube in hand.

  Tentatively, he approached me. His lips met mine, crushing—clinging, seeking a bond, a surety that I wouldn't harm him, as he rolled a condom into place on my cock.

  His hands were shaking as he filled his palm with lube and stroked the rock-hard shaft that would soon be stretching him—filling him.

  He took a step back, anxiety overwhelming his gentle, blue eyes. His demeanor of innocence and fear was firing me up to the point of near breaking, my control slipping.

  I wanted to crush him against the wall, fuck him hard, fast—savage, so brutal he'd be crying—screaming, pleading for me to stop—punishing him for something that wasn't even his fault.

  I steadied my breathing, placed a firm hand on his shoulder, and turned him back to face the wall. I brushed my lips back and forth across the skin at the base of his neck, the little bones protruding further as he lowered his head and steadied himself.

  I adjusted my stance and pressed my throbbing cockhead against his hole. His ass tightened, instinctively attempting to bar my access. I kissed the back of his neck.

  "Relax," I whispered. "I'll go slow."

  Nash nodded and relaxed. I pushed up until the thick ridge of my cockhead slipped past the tight ring of his hole. He cried out, softly, and reached back for my hip.

  "Wait …"

  I closed my eyes and buried my face in his thick blond hair, inhaling the scent of dust and sweat clinging to him, attempting to temper my animalistic urge to thrust into him.

  I would never—not with someone who hadn't given me the go-ahead to do so. I'd have to save all the brutality building in me for Garrett. I had no intention of being an asshole.

  "Okay," he whispered, and I pushed my cock in further, slow.

  "Breathe." I pressed my hips firm against his ass, gripping onto the belt of the chaps at his waist, and waited, the hot, constricting walls of his ass wrapping possessively around my shaft.

  Gloriously tight.

  I drew my hips back as I bit at his shoulder, partially withdrawing my cock. It was taking every bit of my tenuous restraint to keep myself from plowing back into him.

  "Ready?"

  A muffled, "Mm …" was Nash's only response. Gently, I drove back in, pressing my cockhead high. I smirked as a "God, yeah …harder," slipped from Nash's lips.

  The rodeo was on after all.

  I pulled out entirely, slicked up my cock with more lube, and jammed straight in, burying my cock deep. I gripped Nash's hips, the feel of the thick leather beneath my fingers flashing memories of Garrett wrestling steer to the ground, his legs protected by his tan leather chaps.

  I slammed up into Nash. He didn't object, only groaned and shifted his legs further apart, spreading his hands on the wall in front of him—tipping his ass up, challenging me.

  Hammering a gorgeous, muscular guy against the plywood of a dingy trailer should have caused my awareness to blur, but I couldn't block out the activity in the other corner of the trailer; feet scuffling on hay, grunts, low groaning—cursing, the unmistakable sound of Garrett's exhalations as his ass was filled.

  Thrusting harder, faster, I begged Nash's guttural moans to fill my ears. I stretched up and placed my hands on his, my heaving chest flat against his back, drilling him—breaking him.

  Crying, begging, Nash undulated his hips, taking the full force of my cock with each assault. I lowered one hand and gripped his cock. It was hot, hard, streaming a line of pre-cum down his shaft. I stroked the tip of his cockhead with my thumb, spreading the slickness.

  "God, please …" Nash thrust up into my hand wrapped tight around his cock, then slammed his ass back against my hips, rocking—thrilling, riding me hard.

  Brushing my lips to the side of his neck, I took the soft lobe of his ear between my teeth and pulled gently on it. I laughed as I released it. "So …the chaps. A fantasy of yours?"

  I was curious.

  I slammed Nash against the wall, my cock buried high in his ass. He sucked in a trembling breath. "Sort of," a voice beside me answered. I hadn't noticed that Austin had wandered over to where Nash and I were currently preoccupied, Garrett at his side.

  "It's my fantasy." Austin brushed his hand down his brother's back, from his shoulders to the base of his spine. He played his fingers at the base of my cock, stroking the thin sliver of flesh between his brother's body and mine. A shiver ran up my spine.

  I withdrew my cock, lazily—deliberately, watching the shift of mounting desire in Austin's eyes. He wrapped his hand around my shaft, stroking it.

  "Fuck him," he whispered as he pressed my cockhead against his brother's ass, circling his hole with it. "I want to see you fuck him."

  I groaned with exhilaration and slid back into Nash's ass, clinging to the belt of the chaps. Austin reached past me and placed his both hands on Nash's ass, stretching him open. He licked his lips, humming, as he watched the rhythmic pummeling of his brother's hole.

  I tipped my head back, tipsy—distant, alive only to the pure pleasure coursing through me. I closed my eyes, sighing—Garrett's hands on my shoulders, his fingers stroking my arms—Austin's lips back on mine. Our mouths capturing one another in slow motion—devouring, desperate.

  I adjusted my grip on Nash's hips, steadied my pace, ecstasy building in my gut, the taste of beer and sweet, smoky barbeque ribs infusing my senses as Austin's tongue forced its way past my lips. I slipped one hand off Nash's hip and used to it to secure Austin to me.

  I moaned into Austin's mouth, nearly releasing my hold on him as Garrett's hand breached the back of my jeans. Each thrust of my hips closed tight around the wet finger he'd slipped high into my ass.

  Garrett nipped at the back of my ear, laughing softly. "I want you again," he growled against the skin of my neck, then licked the tiny hairs there, sending shivers through my entire body.

  Garrett hauled my jeans off my hips in one smooth motion, his cockhead poised to thrust into me—take me to places only he was capable of—

  The searing pain had me tightening my grip on Nash's hips. I slipped my cock from his ass and leaned forward to receive Garrett's. My ass was still loose but extremely tender. I couldn't stop myself from crying out. Luckily, it was muffled by Austin's increasing attention, his lips covering mine, his hot, wet tongue exploring—claiming.

  Garrett rocked his hips, forcing his cock high inside me. I used the forward thrust impaling me to force my cock deep into Nash's ass again.

  Nash stumbled forward a step but managed to steady himself, redistributing the combined force coming at him by adjusting the placement of his hands on the wall.

  The frenzied attempt to remain joined was rough at first, out of time, clumsy, but we soon found our rhythm. Encased in Nash's tight, warm ass—a velvety hold, driving me. My own ass filled, Garrett's arms wrapped around my chest, clutching me to him.

  I pushed Austin aside, my desire becoming focused, drilling Nash's perfect as
s, the fringe of his chaps, tick-tick-ticking with each thrust as they slapped against the leggings.

  I rolled my head back, resting it against Garrett's collarbone. His breath—his touch, I needed more. I whispered his name—cried out for him.

  "Goddammit, Dirk …" Garrett's hand found its way to my throat and encircled it possessively. He pulled me backward, toward the rear of the trailer away from Nash, growling and muttering under his breath. The fresh air swirled around my hard, aching cock.

  Austin smirked at me, dropped to his knees, and removed the condom I'd been using on his brother. Nash exhaled, cursing, and licked his lips as Austin slid the entire length of my cock into his throat. I nearly came. Austin at my feet, devouring my cock—Nash looking on, stroking his own cock. Garrett where he was meant to be, his cock buried deep in my ass.

  Nash stepped closer, jerking and twisting his cock, grunting. Thick droplets of Nash's cum splattered onto my stomach and the back of Austin's hand still enveloping my cock as he turned to watch his brother release his load.

  Garrett slipped his hand around from where he'd been gripping my hip and pushed Austin's hand away from my cock. He took a step back and wrapped both arms around my waist, pinning me tight against him, panting in my ear—and whispering something I couldn't make out.

  His cock slid from my ass, and he turned me around and pressed my back to the wall. He hauled his jeans up and dropped to his knees, his hands moving roughly up my thighs to hold me in place. Before taking my cock into his mouth, he looked up at me, his eyes soft—sad, his lashes damp. I stroked my fingers through his hair—not sure what to say if anything.

  I closed my eyes as his familiar and exquisite mouth encased my cock. Moments—barely enough time to gasp …and I was clutching handfuls of Garrett's thick hair in both hands, my hips bucking forward—carnal ecstasy erupting in warm release.

  "Damn," Austin whispered from somewhere near the front end of the trailer. He strolled up out of the relative darkness. The sun was almost down. "You guys should have told me."

  Garrett rose to his feet and turned to face Austin. "Told you what?" His voice sounded gruff, agitated. "There's nothing to tell."

  "Fine." Austin shrugged and grabbed the backpack Nash handed him. I lifted my jeans up off the floor. Somehow, in the time since Garrett had taken me away from Nash, he and Austin had righted themselves—dressed, jeans and shirts, boots and hats, chaps parceled away.

  As Austin and Nash were moving past us, Austin stopped and placed his hand on Garrett's shoulder. "There was a time when fooling around with the two of you was strictly about sex. No drama, no playing for keeps—no commitments." He sighed and patted Garrett's cheek. "That is not what happened here today. You may want to figure out why that is."

  Garrett set his beer down on the bar and stared off into the crowd of people on the dance floor. The country bar Rusty's Saloon was packed. The beer tent on the rodeo grounds had shut down at ten, leaving a lot of thirsty cowboys and girls in need of a new venue.

  I rotated my empty bottle on the stained, wood bar top. Garrett had continued his streak of near silence, only grunting out short responses to anything I said. I'd given up trying to engage him in any conversation requiring more than a yes or no answer.

  Discussing what Austin had said to Garrett in the trailer was entirely out of the question. I'd tried to bring it up over dinner.

  Mistake.

  Garrett had scraped his plate into the garbage and stormed out of the RV.

  "I'll be back," Garrett said, then rose from his seat and headed off in the direction of the restroom. I sighed exhaustedly and flagged down the bartender, needing another beer.

  Lots more. Full damn kegs more.

  I tossed a few bills down on the bar; a fresh, cold bottle in my hand.

  "What's with your friend?"

  I swiveled in my seat. A gorgeous, dark-haired woman bejeweled in a seductive outfit of rhinestone encrusted denim had slipped into Garrett's vacated seat.

  "Not sure I care at the moment." I grinned at her when she laughed. "Dirk." I extended my hand. Hers fit warm and snug into mine as she introduced herself.

  "Deirdre."

  "Pleasure." I tipped my hat.

  A devious smile lit up Deirdre's face.

  "That's yet to be decided."

  I smirked. "You don't waste any time, do you?" I set my hand on her thigh and moved closer. If Garrett was going to huff off and leave me to my own devices, I was going to do my best to entertain myself, and Deirdre had generously offered to join me in that pursuit.

  Deirdre leaned in and kissed my neck then whispered something the music effectively managed to drown out. I didn't need to ask her to repeat herself though; her hand brushing the seam of my jeans, caressing my cock told me all I needed to know.

  I exhaled a groan and removed her hand from my lap. I wasn't as interested as I should have been. Casual sex with a beautiful woman would undoubtedly be a welcome change from the profoundly unsettling encounters I'd been having with Garrett, but it wasn't the answer I was looking for.

  Garrett was the only one who could bring me those answers.

  "I'm sorry," I shouted, the music now ramped up to a deafening twang. "I can't."

  Deirdre sat straight up, then leaned forward, her hand gracing my ear. Her hot breath caused me to shiver with what would be unfulfilled desire. "Girlfriend?" she asked.

  I shrugged. "Something like that."

  "Shame."

  And just like that, Deirdre moved on, leaving Garrett's seat sitting empty. I looked toward the restrooms. He'd been gone a long time. It was possible he was lining up someone to take home with us. Unlikely though. I was typically the one to lure in a target.

  I slipped through a crowd of honest, callous-handed ranchers, one of which Garrett and I had roped into joining us a few years back. I nodded as I passed by, enjoying the rise of color in his cheeks. I grinned. It was nice to be remembered.

  I stopped short. The restroom was empty. No Garrett. Not even tucked into a restroom stall priming some guy's desire. I stepped back into the hallway. An exterior door at the end caught my attention. The exit was crowded by boxes of empty beer bottles, but accessible.

  Pushing open the door into a dark alleyway, I was irritated to find it was raining. Crazy, brutal gusts of cold, cutting wind creating sheets of driving, pelting, skin soaking rain.

  I peered out, using one hand to shield my eyes from the torrent of water. I saw nothing, it was pitch black out …but I heard more than enough to know what had become of Garrett.

  He wasn't securing anyone for both of us.

  He'd gone off script again.

  I let the door fall closed behind me as rivulets of water ran into the neck of my coat. Cold—wet, trickling down my back, chilling me.

  I should've walked away, but I needed to know for sure it was him.

  Shivering, I stepped into the alley and around a stack of pallets blocking my view. Garrett was face first against the wall, grunting—groaning, an immense brute of a broad-shouldered cowboy clutching the back of Garrett's neck, pinning him in place—the cowboy's ass clenching, hips thrusting, pounding—vicious—angry.

  It was brutal, and it was ugly, drilling his repulsive cock into—

  "Get the fuck off!"

  My hands were on him before I had a chance to think it through, my blood pulsing—a prickly, blinding heat rising in my face. The guy could've turned around and beaten me to death—but it never even occurred to me to care.

  I released the back of the guy's duster after hauling him off Garrett, prepared to defend myself, but the guy was quick to run.

  Garrett spun around, scrambling with his jeans, eyes peering into the darkness, his mind and body ripped from the steady, numbing rhythm of a mindless fuck.

  "Why …?" He rubbed his hand across his face, shaking his head, then ran his fingers through a handful of his drenched hair. "You shouldn't have come looking for me."

  "What?" I shouted. "And miss the c
hance to watch some random guy fuck you behind a dumpster in a dark alley?" Garrett's back slammed against the wall. I must have shoved him. "Who the hell was he? Where did you find him? Out here?"

  Silence.

  "Dammit, Garrett! The deal is never, ever without each other …you know that! Your rules!" I gripped his shoulders. "What if he'd hurt you?"

  "Hurt me?" Garrett wrapped his arms around his body and stared down at the pavement. "He couldn't have hurt me any worse than I'm hurting already."

  I released him and took a step back. "What are you talking about? Someone hurt you?"

  "No." Garrett lifted his hat from the pavement, placed it on his head, and buttoned his coat closed. He turned the collar up to fend off the rain. "Ignore me. I'm drunk."

  A wave of anger rolled through me. "No, you're not doing this again, shutting me out. I want to know what you're talking about."

  Garrett wrapped his arms around his body and stared down at the ground, tapping his boot in a puddle of water gathering there.

  "Garrett, please."

  "Fine," Garrett said. "I'm talking about you—and all this." He motioned outward with his hands. "Austin and Nash. Tapper …that guy, Blake. The countless other guys we've fucked together over the years. I can't do it anymore …I've had enough."

  "You've had enough?" I pointed in the direction the guy I'd pulled off Garrett had run. "What about him? Is that what you want? To be fucking around on your own?"

  I crossed my arms to keep the tremor that had started in my legs from reaching my voice. "If you wanted to end the whole monogamous thing between us, you should have said something."

  Garrett shook his head. "That's not what I wanted."

  "Then what?" I hugged my arms tighter across my chest. I had an uneasy feeling I knew why Garrett had shut down on me. Our relationship had changed, our sexual encounters become more intimate. His hands, his mouth—his lips dancing across my skin …whispering my name.

  He'd wanted more.

  "Guys like him …I just …" Garrett released an exhausted sigh. "I don't have to worry about getting wrapped up in anything with them. Just fuck and run …no ties, no commitments … no unrelenting heartache for something I can never have."