by Jon Keys
“Some people don’t take change, period.” Dustin allowed himself time for a little introspection, then smirked at Shane. “So, what’re the sleeping rules? You know I can’t sleep with clothes on.”
Shane laughed at Dustin and shook his head as he gathered up the dishes and backed out the door of the trailer.
Chapter Seven
Dustin sat in the shade beside the tiny trailer he’d been living in for the past week. His injuries had improved. He only noticed the pain sometimes, usually after he’d push too hard. Each ache reminded him how close he’d come to being hurt badly. If his injuries weren’t enough proof of how dangerous rodeo was, they only had to take a look at the scar running down Shane’s face. Dustin had played the accident over and over again in his mind. It could have come out a lot worse. That’s one thing I know for sure. Dustin cradled the journal where his hopes and dreams lived and stared blankly into the distance.
Pulling himself from the dark funk, Dustin pulled up his T-shirt and checked the yellow-and-black coloration covering his left side. He gently pressed a few of the more vibrant spots. Those are still a little touchy. It’s better, though. I have to ride again soon, or everything will go to shit.
“Hey, how’s my favorite bull rider today?”
Dustin jumped, startled by Shane’s sudden appearance. He stood beside Dustin with plastic grocery bags hanging from every finger. I have to start pulling my own weight. He’s paying for everything. He’ll get tired of that shit. “I’m fine, but you can’t keep buying groceries without me giving you some cash.”
“You mean I’m bringing home the bacon?”
Another pang of failure shot through Dustin. “I guess so. You’re havin’ to buy everything.”
“No, I was teasing about bringing home the bacon. It’s an old saying from somewhere. You know, like I’m the one who works and brings in the paycheck.”
“Yeah, I get it. I just don’t like it. It’s like I’m mooching off you.”
“No. It’s okay. I’m sure you’d do the same for me. I really was just goofing around. Besides, I like your company while we drive all over the country.”
Dustin thought for a few seconds before he shrugged. “I like riding with you too. But from now on, I’m helpin’ pay for my part of the food. Otherwise, it’s just not fair.”
“Okay, if it’s a big deal to you.” Shane motioned to the trailer. “Let me get everything packed away, and I’ll start dinner.”
As Shane put the food away, Dustin’s tension slowly lessened. Shane moved with a powerful grace that Dustin found sexy. He relaxed into the chair, spread his legs, and squeezed his crotch. “I’m so horny I could fuck a goat. I haven’t got off in forever.”
Shane watched the show, his tongue running over his lips. Dustin shot him a quick wink and rubbed his crotch. Shane glanced to make sure they were alone, then watched Dustin as he opened his legs wider and used both hands to work his package.
“Someone sees you, and they’ll call the cops.”
“Ah, come on, I’m not so sore anymore. Let’s play around. I’m so horny, I’d even do a cop.”
Shane’s face turned somber as Dustin continued groping himself. “Knock it off, Dustin. It’s not cool to tease me.”
“What? How am I teasing you?”
“I know you were just being nice the last time, or were really horny or whatever. It’s cool. I’m not pissed off or anything. But I don’t want to be just another notch on your bedpost.”
“For such a smart guy, you sure are one dumb motherfucker sometimes. You confuse the shit outta me.”
Shane crossed his arms and glared. “What the hell do you mean?”
“For one damn thing, you were the one who told me ‘see ya sometime’, not the other way around. Now you’re all pissy and tellin’ me I don’t want you. How do you know? ’Cause I don’t know. Just give me a fuckin’ chance to figure out what’s going on. Okay?”
Shane let out a long sigh. “It’s not that easy. I have stuff—”
“Oh fuck, we all have stuff. Does your dad hate you?”
Shane winced. “No, nothing like that.”
“Do I turn you on?”
“Yes, you know you do.”
“Well, how the hell would I know either of those things? When have you told me?” Dustin crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Shane.
“Okay, okay. I get it. But everyone else has—”
“No! Fuckin’ no! I’m not everybody you’ve ever slept with. I can guarantee you. Now, you interested in havin’ a little fun, or would you rather I deck you ’cause you pissed me off?”
“You know, talking with you is like riding a roller coaster with nothing holding you in.”
“Damn straight it is. Now, I’m going to get off. It will be a whole lot more fun if you’d get your ass in the trailer with me.”
“Okay, all right. You’re right. It’s been a while since I popped one too.” Shane’s face broke into a smile. “Besides, now that you’re better, you can show me more of your moves.”
Shane opened the door to their little teardrop trailer. “Come on, stud, I think we can call this makeup sex after our little discussion.”
Dustin stood, and his hard cock tented his jeans. He grabbed Shane’s crotch as he walked past to disappear through the doorway. His head almost immediately popped back outside, and he looked at Shane. “I’ve never understood makeup sex. Why would you have sex with someone you’re pissed off at?”
Shane put his hand on Dustin’s head and pushed him back into the trailer. “Stop talking, and let me get inside too.” Shane adjusted his swollen cock, then followed.
By the time he managed to crawl through the door, Dustin’s shirt was off, and he was struggling to free his jeans from his feet.
“Damn, slow down a little,” Shane said.
“Fuck that. I’m horny and want in your pants.”
Shane unbuttoned his jeans and lifted his ass off the mattress to shove his pants and underwear to his ankles. Before he could pull off his boots, Dustin launched himself across the distance between them and swallowed Shane’s hard cock in an eye blink. Shane fell back with a gasp as his throbbing cock slid into Dustin’s throat like it was made just for Shane’s dick. After weeks of wondering if the last time was just a fluke with a horny, drunk cowboy, Shane had his answer. After Dustin had made a few trips up and down the length of Shane’s cock, Shane grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up.
Dustin’s breath came in gasps as Shane ran his hands over his eager lover. “Let me get undressed. I want to have at least a chance of getting some too.”
His face a whirlwind of battling emotions, Dustin simply nodded. He wiggled until he was at Shane’s feet and then tugged at his boots. Shane made a few attempts to help before giving up and letting his enthusiastic lover strip him bare. When the last sock flew through the air, Dustin left a trail of kisses up the inside of Shane’s leg. Each touch created a spark of heat that ran to Shane’s crotch. By the time Dustin reached his dick, precome was leaking like a faucet.
Shane tried in vain to reach more than the shoulders of his squirming bed partner until, frustrated, he growled, “Turn around. I want your ass.”
Dustin spun on the bed and moved his small round butt over Shane’s face. Shane didn’t have much experience in rimming someone. He was usually getting fucked. And that was mostly in the dark, with the other guy blowing his wad as fast as possible. None of them had been concerned about Shane’s pleasure. The one time he’d talked someone into letting him try a little ass work, the guy passed out halfway through, which hadn’t left Shane in the mood to continue.
As always, Dustin was a ball of boundless energy and enthusiasm. Last time, Dustin’s attraction to him had given Shane an attachment he’d never experienced before. He was eager to see if the intimacy that had begun to grow last time had surviv
ed. Truth be told, he still didn’t have high expectations in spite of Dustin’s tirade. He eased his face against Dustin’s dancing butt and inhaled. The scent of sweat mixed with the essence of Dustin curled through his nose. The aroma was intoxicating. He grabbed the tight butt cheeks and pulled them apart to see Dustin’s pucker twitching.
Shane licked his way down the curve of Dustin’s ass. By the time he was slowly circling Dustin’s entrance, the cowboy was thrashing in his hands. Shane could feel the heat rising from Dustin, and he blew across Dustin’s hole.
“Oh God. That’s fucking fantastic.”
Shane squeezed Dustin’s butt in his hands. “I haven’t even started. Just wait.”
He slapped Dustin on the ass, then pressed his face between the hard cheeks. His tongue flicked out to swirl around and over Dustin’s opening. A loud moan rumbled from Dustin. The passion of their building connection drove him deeper. Focused on taking Dustin to new heights, he licked from just under Dustin’s nuts to the top of his firm ass. Once Dustin was squirming, his responses confined to tiny gasps, Shane shoved his tongue inside.
“Fuck! Oh, damn it!” yelled Dustin.
Minutes of lust passed as Shane plunged his tongue into Dustin until he lay on Shane, quivering and gasping. From the sounds Dustin was making, Shane expected the hot spatter of come at any second. Instead, he was stunned by what he did hear.
“Fuck me!”
“What?”
“Fuck me, damn it. What you’re doin’ feels so good, but I need somethin’ bigger in there. I need your cock.”
“I thought you didn’t bottom.”
Frustration and lust warred across Dustin’s face. “Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to go find a dildo?”
“Okay, okay. Whatever you want. I just don’t want you to regret it.”
“If it’s half as good as your tongue, there won’t be anything to regret.” Dustin playfully popped Shane’s arm. “Now, get moving!”
Shane slid out from under Dustin and lunged into their storage. He burrowed through his shaving kit until he found what he was looking for. Equipped with a condom and lube, he moved to Dustin. He drizzled the slick liquid onto Dustin’s butt. Shane swirled the pooling lube around Dustin’s pucker.
“Oh God. Stop teasing me, put it in.”
Shane slipped his finger in to the first knuckle, then paused as Dustin’s ass clenched and he let out a low moan. For several minutes, Shane worked his way deeper inside until he was sheathed in Dustin. Shane began fingering Dustin until he squirmed under him, his ass clamped tight. When the vise grip on his finger lessened, Shane pulled out, lubed two fingers and began working them into Dustin’s tight behind.
Dustin gasped and pushed backward. “Holy shit! Come on, Shane. Fuck me! Please!”
“Hang in there. I’m thicker than two fingers. You want to be able to sit down tomorrow.”
Dustin pressed his chest into the mattress, moaning and writhing as he shoved himself backward. Shane trapped Dustin under his hand, pinning him firmly. “We’re going at my speed. I’ve had it too fast, and it’s not as much fun as you think.”
Dustin nodded and swallowed hard, his deep blue eyes begging Shane to give him what he wanted. Shane tilted his head, and Dustin buried his face into the pillow, then began to relax.
Once Dustin had again loosened up under Shane’s careful foreplay, Shane pulled out and added a third finger after soaking them with lube. Pressing them against Dustin’s hole, he worked to further loosen his tight little butt. This time when he pressed forward, Dustin let out a hiss. “Damn, that burns.”
“Yeah, exactly. I’d like to ram into you. I’m horny as a three-spotted goat. Trust me on this, I’ve had inconsiderate tops before.”
Dustin knitted his brows together. “Including me?”
Shane paused for a second to recall what Dustin was talking about. “No, that was just because you didn’t know. That’s not the same at all.”
Dustin nodded and relaxed, his eyes fluttering closed as he chewed on his bottom lip. Shane moved slowly, wanting this to be a life-altering experience. After a few minutes, Dustin let out the breath he was holding and sighed. “It’s good now. Wow, that was fuckin’ intense.”
Shane gently moved his fingers in and out until Dustin moved in response again. After a few minutes, Shane let his fingers slip out.
Dustin gasped. “Damn, put ’em back in. It’s so good.”
Shane slapped Dustin across the ass. “Oh, just wait. I have something that’ll fill all the right places.”
He opened the condom and unrolled it down his cock. The tight sheath caused his cock to throb as he emptied the rest of the lube onto his dick. Shane jerked it slowly and covered his cock with a thick coat. Responding to light touches over his back, Dustin dropped his chest against the mattress and stuck his ass in the air. Shane smirked and wedged his dick against Dustin’s pulsing opening.
Dustin moaned loud enough to shake the tiny trailer. “Oh God. That feels so good.”
His response drove Shane deeper into the sex-induced delirium. He came closer and closer to giving Dustin exactly what he wanted as the lust boiled through his veins. He pushed forward until the glans slipped in, and paused. Shane ran his hands over Dustin, enjoying his smooth skin as they recovered.
He needn’t have worried. Dustin pressed backward like a heifer in heat. Fulfilling the role of bull was exactly what Shane had in mind. Damn, he has me so fucking horny! Pressing his cock against Dustin’s opening, Shane pushed forward, shoving against Dustin’s entrance until his cockhead slipped through.
“Shit. You’re fuckin’ huge!”
“I’m not huge. I’m not even sure I make the ‘kinda big’ category. But your ass is virgin tight.” Shane let Dustin adjust. Then he rocked forward, sinking deeper each time. Shane struggled to maintain control, his breath coming in gasps. He wanted so much to make Dustin’s first time into an amazing memory. Time slowed, and the world contracted to only him and Dustin. Shane worked his way inward a fraction of an inch at a time. Surprised when he found his pelvis grinding against Dustin’s butt, he pulled back, and Dustin came unglued under him.
“Oh fuck! Shit. Holy hell!”
Shane froze, afraid he’d hurt Dustin. “You okay? Something wrong?”
Dustin’s mouth worked like a fish gasping for air for several heartbeats before he blurted out a reply. “No. Damn. It was like peeing on an electric fence, but like good.”
He couldn’t keep from laughing. He knew what had happened. He’s so damn cute. I want to hold him forever. Shane fought to keep from lapsing into hysterical laughter. Once he pulled himself together, he explained. “I hit your prostate. That’s the electric feeling. Good, isn’t it?”
“Oh shit! It was like I was coming a little. But like rapid-fire. Can you hit it again? Please!”
“I’m pretty sure the nice curve you like about Junior will make it easy to hit your sweet spot.”
Dustin sighed and slumped against the bed. “I knew I liked that curve. Damn, I could get addicted to this real quick.”
“Well, let me try and get you addicted, then.” Shane pulled out bit by bit, then sank himself into Dustin again. This time he aimed for Dustin’s sweet spot, wanting to send him reeling. He sank inside, and his cock again slid against Dustin’s button.
“Oh. Fuck!” Dustin bucked and squirmed under him. Shane pinned Dustin against the mattress, locked in place as he worked himself, and Dustin, to the edge.
“Fuck me! Quit fuckin’ teasing me,” Dustin begged, spreading his legs wider and pushing back against Shane.
Shane ran his hands over Dustin’s tight round butt, then pulled out slowly. Concern about Dustin’s pleasure evaporated as Shane was overwhelmed by the hot man under him. He battled with his building desire, wanting Dustin to experience the same level of ecstasy he was. His worries evaporated
when Dustin’s hips began to shake.
“Come on, give it to me. Harder!”
Shane lay across Dustin’s bare back, grinding his chest against Dustin. He slipped his arms around and played with Dustin’s hard nipples. When a breathy sigh leaked from Dustin, Shane curled his hips forward until he was buried inside. He worked back and forth as he screwed Dustin. His strokes came faster as he targeted Dustin’s sweet spot. The bull rider thrashed and cried out, losing control as Shane pummeled him.
Dustin struggled to get away. “Oh fuck. No. Shit.”
Shane withdrew with a snap of his hips, not sure what happened. “Everything okay?”
“I want to see your face. I feel like a fuckin’ bitch in heat like this.”
“Turn over. If you’re sure you want to see my scarred-up mug dripping sweat on you.”
Dustin spun under him and wrapped his muscular legs around Shane’s waist. Climbing him like a horny monkey, Dustin sank his teeth into Shane’s neck. As he bit down, the pleasure and pain created a potent mixture that surged through Shane.
“Fuck! What’re you doing?”
“Punishing you. What’d I tell you about cracks about how you look?”
Shane pushed Dustin back against the bed. “Okay, okay. No more biting.”
Curling close to Shane’s ear, he whispered, “Then fuck me.”
Pulling back, Shane paused for a heartbeat, then buried his cock deep inside. Dustin’s face froze, his mouth shaped into an O, but no sound came from him. Shane worried he’d injured Dustin. He moved fractionally, clipping Dustin’s hot spot, and an ear-shredding squeal filled the small space.
“Oh God yes! Like that. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”
Dustin raked Shane’s back with his nails. The passion and pain washed over Shane. He knew this wasn’t going to be a tender lovemaking session. It was going to be a muscle-straining, butt-slapping, fuck session only two men could have. He pulled back and then snapped into Dustin. A squeal erupted from him as Shane marked his last coherent thought. Their bodies melded into a writhing mass of sweaty muscle punctuated with grunts of pleasure and groans of men racing toward the edge.