Drawing the Devil

by Jon Keys

  “You’re crazy.”

  Rather than reply, Dustin did a repeat performance. Shane’s thick cock slid down his throat as he drove forward. The head compressed as he swallowed. His body relaxed and accepted the intruder. His world narrowed to the pleasure from Shane’s cock as he moved up and down the length several delicious times. Shane pulled at him and released his dick.

  “Something wrong?”

  Shane struggled for control, his face red and sweat-covered. “You gotta stop if you want to fuck. Or I’m gonna come.”

  “I’m hard again…”

  Shane grabbed a condom and tore it open. He shoved Dustin back, his cock jutting upward. Shane wrapped his fingers around Dustin’s dick and unrolled the condom.

  “See, it’s smaller than yours.”

  “You know, most guys wouldn’t say they’re smaller.”

  Dustin shrugged. “It’s a dick. And like you said, it’s what I got. No one’s ever complained.”

  Shane paused to consider Dustin, then rolled over.

  “Why’d you do that?”

  Shane looked over his shoulder. “Do what?”

  “Roll on your stomach. I can’t see your face if you do that.”

  “Well—most guys don’t want to see my face when we’re screwing.”

  Without a word, Dustin reached under Shane, grabbed his cock and balls, and flipped him over. Releasing his rock-hard dick, Dustin grabbed Shane’s balls and stretched them tight. “I told you I’d band you next time that rolled outta your mouth.”

  “Hey! Easy. I was just answering you! Don’t rip my nuts off.”

  Dustin let them slip from his hand, then picked up the lube, squirted it down the length of his cock and smeared a thick coat. He lifted Shane’s legs and move closer.

  “Hey, how about some on me too? I’m not a virgin, but it’s been a while.”

  “Oh. Okay.” Dustin picked up the tube again and squirted some on his fingers. He slid his hand between Shane’s legs and smeared the gel over his hole. As he pressed his finger against its tight entrance, the muscles tensed, forcing Dustin to press harder until his finger slipped inside. Shane’s body trembled under Dustin’s touch.

  “I need my dick inside you. I’m horny as fuck,” said Dustin.

  He slid his hands up the back of Shane’s thighs and pressed them toward his chest. Dustin’s hard cock bounced in front of him as they moved closer. He met Shane’s gaze. “Ready?”

  “Yeah, just kinda take it—”

  Dustin slammed inside Shane. Once he hit bottom, he froze in place, luxuriating in the tight heat.

  “Fuck!” Shane’s face shot crimson, and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on his body. “Damn, Dustin! Slow down next time. Don’t just shove it in.”

  “Sorry, I’ll pull out.”

  “No! I mean no, just wait a minute. It’s already better.” Shane lifted his torso and grimaced. “Good thing you’re not bigger.”

  They spent several minutes caressing each other while Shane recovered. Dustin shivered at Shane’s touch across his nipple. With a deep sigh, Shane relaxed.

  “Okay, but start slow,” Shane said.

  Dustin pulled back and searched Shane’s face for signs of pain. The ring of Shane’s ass constricted around his cock. A groan drifted to Dustin’s ears as he pressed back inside. Soon he rammed in and out at a steady pace, his climax building steadily. Hold off. For God’s sake, hold off this time.

  “Harder,” came the urgent demand from Shane.

  Dustin clenched his ass and drove his steel-hard cock into the man pinned below him. Dustin grabbed Shane’s ankles, bent him in half and pounded his butt. His rhythm lasted this time. He crawled on top until his feet were braced against the mattress with Shane curled under him. Shane’s body began to shake. Dustin slowed, concerned he might have injured the larger man.

  “You okay?”

  “Oh, hell yes! You found my sweet spot. Don’t stop now.”

  Dustin pushed Shane’s legs higher. His body arched and slammed into the bullfighter. Shane grabbed his cock and stroked fast and hard while Dustin pounded him. The frequent whimpers and yelps spurred Dustin to fuck him harder, lost in their shared passion.

  A hot brand seared across Dustin’s chest when Shane erupted. Shane’s cock flexed, and a second jet of white shot from its tip. This time the trail ended on Dustin’s lips. He licked them, and a bittersweet flavor flowed through his body like lava and left him tingling. Overwhelmed, Dustin bucked into Shane like a stallion breeding his mare. The two of them merged and separated. Shane’s gut tightened with orgasm. The smell of sex surrounded them, and Shane’s body tensed again.

  Dustin’s climax began as Shane’s receded. Their sweaty bodies writhed over each other as Dustin’s pleasure crested and crashed down on him. When the tingle faded and the last drops oozed into the condom, he collapsed onto Shane, gasping for air. He ran his hands over Dustin’s back, sending waves of desire through him.

  “Unless you want another round, you best stop.”

  Shane let out a barely audible laugh, and his hands quieted. Dustin lifted his head and met Shane’s deep blue eyes. He traced his finger along the scar again and leaned in to give him a kiss. “You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

  Shane’s face fell, and he turned away from Dustin. “Come on. Get off me. I need a shower.”

  Dustin’s focus shattered. He vaulted to his feet, grabbed Shane’s arm and pulled him up. “Come on! We can shower together. It’ll be a blast.”

  Shane dried himself carefully. Even this second hot shower hadn’t erased all his aches from his time in the arena yesterday. His butt tingled. Damn, I’m glad he isn’t any bigger than he is, or the eight-hour drive ahead of me would be miserable. Nothing like sitting on a ripped ass to make a drive unpleasant.

  Dustin bounced in front of the tiny motel room sink. He sat an orange prescription bottle on the counter along with his toothbrush and other stuff. The towel clung to Dustin’s wiggling hips by willpower alone for several seconds, then dropped to the floor.

  He does have a cute bubble butt. It’s made for fucking.

  Dustin reached down, grabbed the towel and tossed it over his shoulder. Shane savored the show the young bull rider delivered.

  Dustin’s motions contained a certain frantic energy. He opened the bottle, fished out a single pill and washed it down with a cup of water. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Dustin shrugged.

  “Adderall, for my ADHD. I’ve been taking something since first grade.” He let out a snort. “Maybe if I’d been taking it the day Granddad caught me suckin’ Steven, I would have realized his normal time to get home might not have been the best time to be foolin’ around.”

  Dustin finished his morning routine while Shane considered Dustin’s revelation. Knowing they were about to spend a long time together in his pickup, Shane hoped the trip with Dustin wouldn’t go down as something else he would regret. Although, Shane would gladly take the sex they’d shared for a few hours with someone who acted like a monkey on speed.

  A snort from the figure curled against the door signaled Dustin’s return to the world of the conscious. The slender man uncoiled his arms and growled out a yawn.

  “Damn, where are we?”

  “Somewhere in western Nebraska. A few more hours and we’ll make Cody.”

  Dustin squirmed in the seat, grabbed his crotch and clamped down. “Man, I gotta piss like a Russian race horse.”

  Shane glanced back in the rearview mirror and found the flat expanse of state highway deserted. Without comment, he pulled the pickup to the side of the road. The truck was still rolling forward when Dustin escaped from his seat belt and vaulted to the ground.

  Shane turned off the ignition, his eyes on the horizon, ready to resume their trip. After he scanned the road several more times, he realized Dustin was still peeing. He
reached back and opened the pickup’s back window. “What’s taking you so long? You aren’t jacking off, are you?”

  Dustin snorted, his arm shaking as he finished. “Nah, just writing my name in the gravel.”

  Oh crap, is he twelve?

  He jumped back into the pickup cab, and Shane pulled out on the highway. After a few miles, he realized Dustin was still groping himself. “What’s up? You know that thing has a shelf life.”

  “I’m kinda horny. Maybe I’ll bring him out, give him some air, and see what happens.”

  “How can you be horny? You got off twice this morning.” Shane stared at him, drifting toward the side of the road in surprise.

  “Dude, I’m always horny. It’s like I can never get off enough.”

  Shane’s humor built with each passing second. A puzzled expression covered Dustin’s face. “What?”

  “Twenty-year-olds are supposed to be horny. But you might be an overachiever.”

  Dustin smirked at Shane. “No big deal. I just thought it might be fun. You know, kind of a rush.”

  “Whatever.”

  They drove a few more miles, with Dustin slowing his motions and then stopping. The fields of irrigated corn rolled past with no conversation between the two. Without a glance at Shane, Dustin muttered, “I’m not stupid. Just ’cause I’m hyper doesn’t mean I’m just a dumb bull rider. I take my meds, but it’s not like there’s a cure. It’s kinda like being gay.”

  “I know. I never said you were dumb.”

  “Just now, you gave me the same look as everyone else. Like just because I wanna have fun and loosen up, then I’m stupid. Everyone does it.”

  “Sorry. I didn’t intend to do that to you. I know what it’s like to have people not understand.”

  The scenery changed little as they sat in contemplative silence.

  “I get on your nerves too. Don’t I?”

  Shane slowed and studied the man beside him. What’s going on here? Why is the biggest cutup on the circuit suddenly getting all thoughtful on me?

  “I don’t know. Why? Does it matter? It’s not like you’re going to want to hang out.”

  Dustin’s brows furrowed. “Why not?”

  “Because you’re a hot shit. Hot shits don’t hang with me. And you aren’t out even as much as I am, which isn’t much.”

  Dustin locked his blue eyes on Shane. “You think I’d be embarrassed by you?”

  “Sure. Everybody is. I’m just an easy fuck. No one wants to hang with a slut, especially an ugly slut.”

  “You really don’t get it, do you?” Dustin stared into the distance, unwilling to meet Shane’s gaze.

  “Get what?”

  Dustin didn’t answer. The silence continued as Dustin’s eyes locked on the passing vista, and then they slowly closed.

  Chapter Four

  Shane paced outside the gate, anxious to check on Dustin. He’d just finished his ride, and he’d taken a nasty fall. Their conversation on the way to Cody still haunted Shane. That Dustin could view his scarred body with anything but disgust baffled him. He hated to admit it, but the hyperactive youngster and his crazy antics tugged on Shane’s heartstrings in a way he hadn’t experienced before. Nothing could ever come of it. He knew Dustin was far out of his league. The intimacy they shared would never happen again. Dustin would dump him like the others. It was inevitable. The veneer of concern let Shane have a shred of hope, but this time the dismissal would be particularly painful because of that unintentional connection.

  He spotted Dustin leaving the arena in an animated conversation with the friend Shane had met at the bar. Dustin moved rapidly, his arms adding emphasis to whatever he was telling, the long fringe on his chaps swinging with each step as his boots kicked up tiny whirls of dust.

  Shane thought he caught a happy glint when their eyes met.

  “Damn bull tried to jack with me,” Dustin said.

  Todd, oblivious to the interaction, continued to goad Dustin. “Just admit it, I’m fucking better than you are. I’m going to whip your ass at Nationals.”

  “Fuck you, Todd.”

  As they walked past, Dustin gave Shane a small wave. Shane trotted to catch up and then matched their enthusiastic pace. “Hey, if you’d like, I can check to make sure everything’s okay. I’m an EMT.”

  Dustin turned his head toward Shane and winked. “It’s no big deal, man. Just another goose egg on my hard skull.”

  “Yeah, his hard head’s been banged plenty of times.” Todd popped Dustin on the arm and dashed out of reach. “Just like I bang his ass.”

  Dustin and Todd degenerated into adolescent horseplay for a few steps. The two tripped and shoved each other while they kept up the banter. Shane began to understand it was their way of showing affection for each other.

  “Yeah, whatever, bang my ass. More like you begging for some of this.” Dustin grabbed his crotch and raised his eyebrows at Todd.

  “In your dreams.” Todd drew up and glanced at his watch. “Hey, I gotta get ready for my ride. You going with me to Colorado Springs?”

  “Yeah, I am. Don’t fuck up and forget me again.”

  Todd walked off, spun on his heel, shot Dustin a grin and flipped him off.

  Dustin shook his head as his friend moved out of sight. “He’s a good guy. He’d do anything for me. It’s like we’re brothers. I don’t know what would have happened if his folks hadn’t let me stay with ’em.” Dustin looked at Shane. “We need to talk. About… You know.”

  Shane knew where this was going, another morning-after speech. But he wasn’t going to be the one who was dumped this time. Maybe it was because Dustin treated him like more than a piece of meat. His honest kindness and irreverent behavior had endeared the young man to Shane. Most of his hookups were glad enough for a piece of ass but didn’t want any emotional attachment. They sure didn’t want to make out. All which made the inevitable end of this conversation even more painful than usual. Trying to count first coupe, Shane began, “Hey, that’s great you didn’t get messed up out there. It looked nasty. I guess we’ll see each other…whenever.”

  Dustin swallowed several times in rapid succession, his Adam’s apple bouncing up and down like a basketball. Shane studied Dustin and then turned to leave. Just like all the others. A quick fuck with the freak.

  Dustin grabbed his arm. “Last night was fun. You’re so fuckin’ hot.”

  He spun and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Shane gaping after him.

  Fuck. What’s that supposed to mean? If he thought it was important, he should have stayed to talk. Shane stood in a stupor until he realized Todd had come back.

  “Hey,” Todd said.

  Shane fought to bring his jumbled thoughts together. “Hey, sorry. I was spacing.”

  “Yeah, I noticed.” Todd slapped his hands against his jeans before meeting Shane’s gaze. “Seen Dustin?”

  “He just went out that way.” Shane nodded toward the midway.

  “I need to find the little shit.”

  “He needs someone to watch out for him. He’s kind of a loose cannon,” Shane said.

  “Don’t count him out too soon. He had more goals in high school than I have now. He’s a stand-up guy. He’d go down helping a friend.”

  “Oh, I know. He’s part of the bull riders’ fraternity. You guys stick together.”

  “No, man, not like Dustin. One time we were in this bar in Houston, and a whole bunch of guys jumped me. Dustin flew into them like a buzz saw. They’d have beat the crap outta me before I got loose if it weren’t for him.”

  Shane studied the bull rider for several seconds. “That doesn’t sound like the guy I met. He’s like a hyper kid to me.”

  Todd nodded. “Oh yeah, he can be a wild son of a bitch. He’s always been there for me, though.”

  “Didn’t he live with you?”<
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  “Still does, well, as much as anywhere. My parents, brothers and sisters all love him like one of the family.” Todd paused, looked at Shane and slowly lifted one eyebrow. “If anyone were to hurt him, I’d kick their ass to Canada and back.” The gaze stayed trained on Shane until he began to squirm. “Know what I mean?” asked Todd.

  Shane tilted his head at Todd. “Yeah, I hear ya.”

  Todd nodded and relaxed. “Think Diablo will end up one of the bulls in the finals?”

  Shane let out a snort. “You mean the top-ranked bull on the circuit? Yeah, I think so.”

  “Damn it. That bastard is nothing but evil. Needs a bullet between his eyes.”

  Shane trailed his fingers over his face. “Something like that…”

  Dustin sat on the hard boards that formed the seating for the small outdoor arena. The heat of the brilliant afternoon sun created a shimmer that rose from the bleachers. The high school and kids’ rodeo was always in the afternoon. It didn’t draw the crowds like the pro rodeo that was held each evening. The chance of someone getting hurt always drew the most attendance.

  The people attending now were mostly parents and friends, but Dustin liked to wander out to watch. Part of the reason for being here was checking out the potential competition. It hadn’t been too long ago when he was one of the group in the arena right now, baking in the afternoon sun. But seated above the rodeo arena was also a place Dustin could think about things. Unlike most people, the activity around him helped Dustin concentrate. Today he needed to think.

  Dustin saw they were about to begin one of the events for little kids, sheep riding. This was one of the funniest events in rodeo so far as Dustin was concerned. There wasn’t much bucking or snorting. Truth be told, there wasn’t any. Just a double handful of wool and a dead run across the arena. Dustin couldn’t help but laugh when the little guy who’d drawn the biggest sheep was airborne when the sheep stopped suddenly, and the kid flew over his head.

  Dustin had made innumerable similar rides, in the days when his mother was still alive, and his father and grandfather hadn’t disowned him. Now all he had was Todd’s friendship, which had been the only constant in Dustin’s life for the last handful of years. Shane had appeared now, but he didn’t seem to want Dustin. Or at least not like Dustin hoped. Making out in the motel room had been the hottest thing Dustin had ever experienced. None of the handful of times he’d had sex came close. Dustin had felt an emotional connection he’d never enjoyed before. Shane was incredibly sexy too.