Drawing the Devil

by Jon Keys

  “Can we?”

  “Dustin…”

  “Come on. They’re sound asleep by now. I promise to be quiet.”

  Shane chewed on the corner of his mouth. “I smell.”

  “They have a huge shower. We could both fit.”

  “Well…you are fun to shower with.”

  Dustin began to bounce on Shane’s stomach. “Come on. It’ll be fun.”

  One of Shane’s eyebrows slid up his forehead. “You’d have to be quiet. I don’t want to offend these guys.”

  Dustin sat on top and ground his ass against Shane’s crotch. He traced a cross over the left side of his chest. “Cross my heart, I’ll be quiet as a mouse. But I’m really horny.” Dustin reached between Shane’s legs, grabbed his dick and squeezed. “Looks like you are too.”

  “It’s kinda hard to keep from being horny when your boyfriend is bouncing up and down on your dick.”

  Dustin’s heart pounded a little harder, and a catch formed in his throat. “I like that.”

  “What? Bouncing on me?”

  “Yeah, that too. But I really like it when you call me your boyfriend. No one has before.”

  Shane rolled and pinned Dustin under him. With a gentle touch, Shane opened the buttons on Dustin’s shirt, pulled it open and exposed his chest. He leaned in and traced his tongue around Dustin’s nipple, first one and then the other. Sliding together, their crotches collided as he pressed his lips against Dustin’s.

  Shane panted as he ran his hand down Dustin’s throat. “Okay, but if they hear us, you have to deal with them.” He leaned down again and flicked his tongue over Dustin’s Adam’s apple. “Besides, you stink too. Let’s go enjoy the shower before we’re back to washing up in public restrooms at state park campgrounds.”

  Dustin grabbed Shane’s face and pulled him into a hard kiss. He released Shane, feeling ornery. “I’d let you fuck me in the public shower.”

  Shane smacked Dustin on the side of his bare chest. “You probably would, but I’m not willing to go to jail for sex. Come on, let’s get in that shower.”

  Shane peeled off his shirt and jeans, tossing each piece into a growing pile. Dustin watched, enjoying the sight of Shane’s sexy body. When Shane’s foot popped out of his jeans, Dustin started undressing too. Dustin plopped to the floor and tugged at his boot. Shane kicked off the last sock and moved to help Dustin. He grabbed the heel of the boot and tugged. Soon Shane had dropped the boots to the floor. Dustin threw off the rest of his clothes like they were infested by a nest of red ants. Dustin grabbed Shane in a hot kiss, then pulled him into the bathroom.

  Dustin ran his hands over Shane’s bare skin, teasing him while Shane tried to adjust the water temperature. “Stop, you little horn dog, or I’ll be done before we even get in the shower.”

  Dustin grabbed Shane’s ass and squeezed. The texture under his palms sent tingles through Dustin. He kissed Shane between his shoulder blades and whispered into his ear, “You recharge pretty quick. We could try for a twofer.”

  Dustin spun as Shane yanked him into the cascade of water.

  “What the fuck!”

  Shane slapped his hand over Dustin’s mouth and then stepped in behind him. “Shh! You have to be quiet.”

  “Well, don’t yank me under the damn shower then. Kinda took me by surprise.”

  “Okay, no more surprises. But you gotta be quiet.”

  “Okay.”

  Dustin studied all the knobs and nozzles covering the wall inside the glass enclosure. He reached out to touch a wide piece of wood folded against the wall. “What’s this?”

  “A bench, I guess. So you can sit down and shower.”

  Dustin pulled the seat into place and turned to Shane, filled with desire. “Can I look at you some more?”

  “What do you think we’re doing now?”

  “No, like…really look. I thought maybe…”

  “I still don’t get why you like checking me out so much. I’m all scarred up.” Shane held up his hands to fend off Dustin. “I know you said the scars don’t matter. I just don’t understand.”

  Dustin froze in place, his desire for Shane almost overwhelmed by his sudden understanding. He still doesn’t get it.

  “They do matter. I think they make you even sexier.” Dustin ran his finger along the side of Shane’s face, not quite touching the ragged scar. The touch fanned the fire growing in Dustin.

  Shane caught his hand. “That’s stupid. How can scars be sexy?”

  “Not stupid. It’s no different than a tattoo. Those are just scars too. Or the guys who brand themselves. How’re those different? Besides, I think they say something about you, like how hard you fight to get what you want. You know, like when life kicks you in the nuts, you get right back up and go at it again. A lot of people don’t do that.”

  Shane shrugged. “I still don’t get it. They just seem ugly to me.”

  “Not me, so deal with it.” Dustin smacked the side of Shane’s bare hip.

  Confusion infused Shane’s face before he shrugged. “I guess I don’t care. If you’re getting off on it, it shouldn’t matter to me.”

  “Exactly. Now sit down and let me check you out.”

  Dustin soaped up the washcloth, knelt in front of Shane and lifted one foot. He traced his finger between Shane’s long toes, scrutinizing each joint and curve. Dustin used the soapy cloth and ran it over each crevice on Shane’s feet until Shane let out a sigh, leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes.

  Dustin moved to the other foot and repeated his routine. He loved little discoveries, like the tiny patch of hair on the top of each big toe. Running the cloth up Shane’s calves, Dustin mixed the white suds with the thick hair of Shane’s lower legs. He spread his legs wider as Dustin soaped his thighs. Each time Dustin moved close to Shane’s nuts, a stream of precome ran from his hard cock. After Shane’s legs were cleaned, Dustin leaned in and swirled his tongue around the crown of Shane’s dick.

  A deep rumbling sound came from Shane. “Fuck. That’s good.”

  Dustin pulled off and squeezed the base of Shane’s cock. Veins bulged along the curve as Dustin’s grip tightened. Shane’s groans got louder, and Dustin silenced him with a kiss. “Shhh, don’t wake the old guys.”

  Shane shuddered when Dustin soaped his chest, almost whimpering when Dustin focused on his quarter-size nipples. The heat of their touch added to Dustin’s building lust. He lost himself in his newfound freedom to explore, and the loving attention appeared to have its effect on Shane. He leaned close and kissed Shane’s scar, then ran the cloth over his face.

  Shane sputtered and blew soap out of his mouth. “Hey. I haven’t had my mouth washed out with soap since I was ten and my dad heard me say shit.”

  Dustin washed the soap from Shane’s face, then pressed himself against Shane. Dustin’s breath came in quick gasps as his cock jerked with each touch. He pressed his lips against Shane’s in an urgent kiss. Dustin pressed Shane against the wall and rammed his tongue against Shane’s lips. They easily parted, and Dustin plunged his tongue in. He tasted the flavor he’d come to associate with Shane. The buildup of passion had Dustin thrusting his leaking cock across Shane’s stomach as the water cascaded over both of them. Dustin’s orgasm drew close, but tonight he didn’t want it to end that fast.

  He stepped away, let the pounding water wash over him and curled his lips into a snarl. “Arms up. I’m going to scrub those pits.”

  Shane lifted his arms with seductive slowness, intertwined his fingers behind his head and exposed his dark armpits. The cascading water flowed along his arms and through the curls under them. Dustin licked his lips at the sight and moved closer. He lifted the dripping cloth and began rubbing over the wet hair. Once he finished both sides, Dustin dropped the cloth to the floor and pressed his face into a dripping armpit. His tongue explored every crevice an
d relished the faint taste of musk. The knot of passion in his gut expanded until he was filled to overflowing.

  Dustin rinsed Shane, then kissed him again. “Let’s move this to the bedroom.”

  “Oh no, we’re going to do something else first, cowboy.”

  Shane lifted Dustin so he crouched on the bench facing the glass, ass cheeks spread and balls dangling. Dustin’s cock was tucked against his stomach. Shit. This is just making me harder.

  “What’re you gonna do?”

  Shane retrieved the hand shower, changed the setting to a solid stream, then aimed at the cleft in Dustin’s butt. “We’re going to get you all sparkly clean, then I’m going to rim your ass and fuck you until you scream like a mare getting bred.”

  The spray of water traveled across Dustin’s hip. When it pounded against his tight pucker, he dropped his head and let out a loud moan. The tingle traveled through his body, and he slipped into an abyss of pleasure. Dustin almost came when Shane grabbed his balls and washed them. The rough texture of the washcloth added to the already overwhelming tightening. Dustin spread his legs wider, wanting more. His shoulders slumped and back arched. He struggled to find the combination that would give him sweet release. Shane’s thick finger ran across his hole. Dustin jumped, his groin clenching as his dick locked and a drop of precome ran from the tip. His muscles released, then seized, sending him to the edge. Cold water flooded over him, and the wonderful buzz was gone.

  “Shit! That’s like ice.”

  Shane turned off the water with a smirk. “You were about to nut, so I did the same as we do when one of the dogs at home is in heat, dumped cold water on you.”

  “Asshole.” Dustin eased himself down, his strained muscles complaining as he moved from his awkward crouch. As he turned to Shane, his steel-hard cock jutted from his crotch. “It didn’t exactly make me lose my boner.”

  “I wasn’t trying for that. I just didn’t want you to come in the shower.”

  Dustin did an internal check and nodded. “Okay, your stunt worked, and I was about to jizz. But next time you fuckin’ hose me down…watch your back.”

  Shane grabbed Dustin’s stiff member and pulled him to the bedroom. “I’ll make myself a note. Now, let’s dry off, because I’m about to screw your brains out.”

  A small sigh escaped Dustin at the idea of Shane inside him again. He grabbed one of the towels Shane had snagged from the bathroom and started drying him. The ripple of muscle under his caress soon had Dustin’s desire back to a fever pitch. Once he’d wiped off the last water droplets from Shane’s skin, he tossed the towel toward the bathroom door.

  Shane paused before he began drying Dustin. The push and tug of the towel under Shane’s strong hands had Dustin’s body responding as it always did. He filled with exquisite pleasure, and heat built in his groin. Dustin closed his eyes so he could appreciate every spark of passion going through him. He sucked his breath through his teeth as Shane’s hands ran up his inner thighs. The towel dried the last of the water from his back, and suddenly Dustin flew backward to land on the bed. He bounced, and his cock tucked tight against his stomach. His nipples contracted to small hard points. He felt like one of the yearling colts in the presence of the herd stallion when Shane crawled across the bed.

  Without a word, Shane lifted Dustin’s legs and pulled his butt cheeks apart. There was a pause. Dustin’s breath caught at the hope Shane would give him what he wanted. What he needed. His tension built as Shane leaned closer until his hot breath drifted across Dustin’s butt. Dustin froze as their eyes met.

  “You still want this? We can stop if you aren’t ready,” said Shane.

  Dustin wiggled down the bed, ready to beg if that was what it took to get screwed. “No. Yes. Oh fuck, whatever. Just shove something in my ass.”

  A soft groan drifted to Dustin as a jolt of electricity shot through his body when the tip of Shane’s tongue pierced the folds of his opening. In a few short minutes, a chorus of whimpers and moans came from Dustin and grew in volume until Shane shoved a pillow over his face. “Shh! Yell in this if you have to, but don’t wake them up.”

  Dustin grabbed the pillow and bit down on the corner as Shane’s tongue plunged into his ass. Shane’s flicking tongue drove deeper and deeper, creating lightning that crawled along Dustin’s nerves until his eyes rolled back and a familiar churning began. His breakneck race toward climax halted when Shane stopped.

  “Oh God. Don’t stop. I was so close.” Dustin reached down to his crotch and started jerking himself as he ached for release. Shane’s strong hands wrapped around his wrists and pinned them against the bed.

  “Oh no. You don’t get to do that. You keep your mitts away from the goods.” Shane lifted each hand and kissed Dustin’s palm. “Now, be still while I get the condom on.”

  “Just do it. Forget the fuckin’ condom.”

  Dustin squirmed into the bed, his lust growing, trapped under Shane’s greater bulk. Their eyes locked. There was no way Dustin could miss the look of concern on Shane’s face.

  Confusion flooded Dustin. “What’s wrong?”

  “I just wish we didn’t need to use condoms.”

  Dustin struggled against him. Shane’s lecture was pissing him off and ruining his buzz. “Whatever, come on and do it.”

  “Dustin, are we a couple?”

  Dustin’s fury dissolved into turmoil at the apparent change in topic. “Sure. Yeah, we’re a couple. You told these dudes I was your boyfriend.”

  “Dustin, I don’t like to share. I don’t want to have to use condoms.”

  Dustin wrinkled his forehead, the scent of Shane’s hot body wafting over them making it difficult to focus on the conversation. “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t want to be with anyone but you. If we’re a couple, I don’t want you sleeping with some other guy.”

  Finally understanding, Dustin moved until their faces were only inches apart. “You’re the first dude who’s acted like being with me was more than just sex. I feel stuff with you I’ve never felt before. With the other guys, it was fuck and run, but I like cuddling with you and waking up in your arms. I don’t want to share either.”

  “Then as soon as we can, we’ll get tested, then no more condoms.”

  “No more condoms, sounds awesome!”

  Shane flicked his tongue out and licked Dustin’s nose. “Cool. But tonight, I gotta get the rubber on or no sex. We’ve both been with other people, and we don’t want to risk it.”

  “Okay, okay. Get the raincoat on, and let’s get going.”

  Shane moved to get the condom, and Dustin rolled to his side to savor the show. Shane unrolled the rubber down his length and then slathered his cock with lube. He caught Dustin staring and shot him a lecherous wink.

  “I want to see you this time. You’re so hot when you’re all sexed up,” Shane said as he moved between Dustin’s legs.

  “Yeah, you make me all hot and fuck hungry.”

  Shane shook his head. “Fuck hungry?”

  Dustin coiled toward Shane and popped him on the shoulder. “Seriously! Shut the hell up and fuck me.”

  Shane cocked an eyebrow and grabbed Dustin’s thighs. With a twist of his hips, his cockhead pressed against Dustin’s hole. Shane snapped his hips forward.

  Dustin’s mouth formed a silent scream as a luscious mix of pleasure and pain raged through his body. He arched up, wanting more as a storm of ecstasy roared down him with more power than a prairie tornado. The euphoria filled him as he built toward a wall-shaking scream. Dustin grabbed the pillow and shoved his face into it. A much-subdued scream leaked out.

  Shane waited a few seconds and then pressed forward, his curved length impaling Dustin. He thrashed like a calf at the end of a rope. After a final push, Shane’s wiry pubic hair was grinding against Dustin’s ass. He whimpered and groaned into the pillow, trying to contain t
he sounds of his pleasure. Shane caressed Dustin’s squirming body until he surfaced from his lust-induced fog.

  “Ready to be fucked, cowboy?”

  Dustin’s breath seeped into the pillow as he shuddered, his entire body trembling. Delicious friction flooded Dustin as Shane pulled back. His cock slid through Dustin’s opening and created a ring of high-voltage ecstasy. Shane drove back inside. Dustin lost control, groaning into the pillow as Shane plowed against his sweet spot.

  Dustin lifted his head, gasping and moaning. “Oh fuck! That’s it. Pound me!”

  Shane grabbed Dustin’s ankles and rammed inside his ass. Dustin’s eyes rotated like a slot machine, and Shane’s cock held the right token. Their teasing foreplay had Dustin close to the edge. When Shane hammered into his prostate again, Dustin erupted and covered them in jets of come. With a final tightening of his muscles, Dustin emptied his nuts. He sagged against the bed with a groan of contentment.

  Shane ran his tongue over his lips, his fingers digging furrows into Dustin’s thighs as he slowly rotated inside. They lay quietly together for several minutes, with Shane making short thrusts. Dustin’s body reveled in the scents and feel of the semen he was covered in, and his dick began to respond. A few more bumps from Shane, and Dustin was again rock hard.

  Dustin leered. “Quit being a puss. Fuck me.”

  Shane’s head snapped up, and his eyebrow lifted. “You want it, hotshot?”

  “Give me whatever you got. I can take your best.”

  A lecherous grin flowed across Shane’s face. “We’ll see.” He adjusted his grip on Dustin’s thighs and slammed forward.

  “Ah fuck!” Dustin yelled.

  Shane pulled back and slammed in again while Dustin wrapped the pillow around his face. The guttural screams were barely muffled, but Dustin no longer cared. Flashes of electricity shot through his body with each slam of Shane’s hips. The growing ecstasy threw Dustin into a dream state. His stiff cock slapped against his stomach with each thrust.

  Dustin grabbed Shane’s nipples and twisted them. He grinned when Shane began to tremble, knowing he neared the limits of his restraint. Dustin clawed down Shane’s chest, loving the pounding the bullfighter delivered. Shane pulled out at the last second, ripped off the condom and erupted over Dustin’s chest. Shane’s body twitched with each wave of orgasm.