Realizing it had dropped open, Bob shut his mouth and blinked. “You want me to live with you guys?”
Mark nodded. “It’ll look to everyone else like we’re just sharing expenses to get through tough times, but actually, we’ve gotten attached to you and want you to be with us. That is, if you feel the same way.”
Bob considered his options. My brother could rent the house. He needs a place, and he don’t care who I’m with. He stared at the two men, both so handsome and kind. He was definitely smitten with them.
Resting a hand on his leg, Mark raised an eyebrow. “So?”
With a grin, Bob nodded. “I’ve got the perfect renter in mind. I’m not letting you two get away.”
Slim pushed his chair back and stood, his smile wide. “Let’s take this celebration upstairs. I’m ready to plow a farmer and ride a cowboy.”
Mark laughed. “Welcome to the family, Bob.”
HITTIN’ THE DUSTY TAIL
Eric Del Carlo
We’d traded palominos for dirt bikes and four-wheel drive pickups, but we were still cowboys, believe me. You can’t take generations of hardscrabble work and range riding out of a people who won’t let go of a particular way of life.
I was working security on a large spread. Farms and ranches are businesses, and they need to be protected. I didn’t have anything against folk who made their livings in cities, but out here under the big sky we tended to settle matters private-like.
The night was bright with stars and the white skull of a rising moon. I breathed in the rich air, with lots of expected ranch smells like hay and manure, but there was a purity to the aromas. My hearing was tuned to the familiar night, my eyes alert. I was thirty-four, a roughened, hardened hand, with a fine collection of muscles and a weatherworn face. Women in bars told me I was handsome, and I gently and politely told those gals they were wasting time on me.
I climbed up into my mud-spattered Dodge, like it was a trusted stallion. I cranked the truck into life and set out on patrol. There was a lot of ground to cover, and halogen headlights to light the way.
This was no sharecropper’s acreage. A lot of valuable equipment was stored on the property, to say nothing of livestock. Also, there was youthful dumb-assery to worry about—kids coming onto the land to make pointless trouble. I’d been on this gig two years and knew the layout, every building, every fence, every road. Nothing got past me.
I rolled by the fields, checking perimeters. The main house was alarmed, but there were too many outbuildings to wire up. Besides, there’s nothing like a live set of eyes. People in the Old West had protected their goods and lands without the benefit of wireless intrusion notification systems.
A fine wake of ghostly dust rose in the moonlight behind me. The truck’s windows were down, and the night rushed in. I was nearly to the north end of the grounds when something tripped my senses.
I eased on the brakes and came to a soft stop. Swivel lights were atop the roof, but instead of activating them, I cut all my lights, the motor too. For ten seconds I squeezed shut my eyes, then opened them with wider pupils and better natural night vision.
Quietly, I stepped down from the high-riding pickup. My ears strained against the nighttime. I do not carry a gun. Guns simplify situations—to a fault sometimes, I believe. In my line of work, I find it’s better not to start at an escalated level. Nobody wants to get hurt, and I don’t want to do the hurting. Leastwise, not the shooting sort.
I wasn’t sure what back-brain instinct had told me something was wrong. I carefully studied the surroundings, knowing right where I was and what the scenery was supposed to look like. A storage shed stood about forty yards off the trail I’d been following. Wasn’t much of any worth inside, but something let me know that the trouble was there.
Then I realized: moonlight shone back from only one of the windows facing the road; the other wasn’t reflecting. So, somebody had pried it open or busted it in.
Blood started pumping in my veins, a good helpful feeling. My boot heels crunched dirt until I stepped off onto the grass. Moving quickly, I closed on the small, squat shed. We were near the north fence line here. If the intruder was already gone, I would go check the fence for a break. If he was still in there, I’d make him show me himself. Then I’d make him sorry for troubling me.
I was getting ahead of myself, which was unprofessional. Quiet as a shadow now, I crept up on the little building. The window had been opened on its hinges. Good. No glass to replace. Ducking low, I came up to the wall. I listened and heard movement inside.
Reaching up, I silently pushed the window shut, jamming a wedge of wood into the frame to more or less lock it and take away the bolt-hole. Then I scooted over to the door. I fished out the key for the padlock, slipped it in, took a deep breath, and suddenly pulled the door wide.
“Stay where you are!” I roared.
Amidst the rusted grass-cutting gear and shelves of miscellaneous clutter, I saw my intruder. I mean intruders. Two of them. They were on the floor of the shed. They’d evidently piled old sacks and made a nice little nest for themselves. You’d want to make it comfortable if you were lying down like that, what with both those boys being naked and all.
I didn’t have to worry about either one being armed, at least. So I could just stand there in the open doorway a moment, gawking at the two nude specimens of man-tail. I’d caught them in mid-grapple, it seemed. Limbs still entwined, cocks still hard. Both heads were turned toward the door, faces pale and terrified. They looked to be about twenty-one, twenty-two years old. A pair of stringy kids, one dark haired, the other blond.
Part of being a good cowboy is being able to think fast. I could pretty much deduce the situation. Gay youngsters—or maybe just a pair of bucks who were trying something new for the first time, and why not? Only, they had nowhere safe to go. Didn’t want to get caught, didn’t want their buddies knowing.
“So you broke in here ’cause it’s out of the way,” I said, finishing my thought aloud. As far as intrusions went, this was on the harmless side. But these two had violated property I’d sworn to defend.
“Don’t hurt us, mister!”
“We weren’t doin’ anything queer!”
I almost brayed laughter at that last, but caught myself. When the dark-haired kid started reaching for his dusty jeans crumpled on the floor beside the makeshift bed, I said sharply, “I told you not to move!”
That froze both of them. No doubt they thought their worst fears had come true: a homophobic brute had discovered their secret, and there would be hell to pay. They probably couldn’t even tell if I was packing a rod or not.
Well, I was, but not the sort they feared.
Whoever these luckless bastards were, I had a duty to my employer. I took two menacing steps into the cramped shed, looming over those young naked forms. In a growl I said, “Let me tell you how big a mistake you made tonight, boys….”
It was actually quite touching how they clung to each other. I certainly didn’t bear them any animosity for their sexual leanings, but it would be better to get a tongue-lashing from me than to deal with the county sheriff.
So I gave them my best bad-cop lecture, listing the laws they’d violated and the penalties awaiting. I might have even embellished a bit. By the end, blondie looked like he was going to cry. His partner stroked his hair and kissed his cheek, which about broke my heart. Then dark-hair looked up at me solemnly and said, “Any way you could just bust me, mister? Coming here was my idea. Tommy said we shouldn’t.”
I sensed real affection between the two. Maybe they were pals going way back. I figured I’d scared them bad enough by now.
Sighing, I said, “I’m going to escort you two back the way you came. You can put your clothes on now.” I hated saying it. They were both lovely to look at, lean, delectable, and achingly young.
I was still staring when the bolder dark-haired one said, “It don’t bother you, does it? Us. Two men. Together this way.” Neither had yet started to
dress.
“Uh, no. Doesn’t bother me.” I scuffed the floor with the toe of my boot.
Somehow the balance in the shed shifted. Dark-hair offered a grin. “That why you’ve had a hard-on for the past five minutes?”
“Lewis!” yelped the one called Tommy.
I realized he was right. My cock was bulging my jeans, and my eyes felt hot from gazing on all that bare male flesh.
“C’mon, Tommy!” Lewis said to the blond. “He’s fucking gorgeous, ain’t he? A real rugged cowboy. Hasn’t that always been your fantasy? And mine?”
The two nude twentysomethings were talking about me like I wasn’t there, yet I still felt very much included in the suddenly bizarre proceedings. When I wanted some cock, I usually went two towns over. Not because I was hiding my lifestyle, but because that was a big town with lots of traffic through and at least three gay-friendly bars.
But what was going on here…?
The two scraggly haired youths were now both gazing up at me. Lewis had a hand between Tommy’s legs, fondling his cock back to full hardness. Blond-haired Tommy, shyer, finally reached and cupped his friend’s balls, which was enough to grow Lewis right before my eyes. My mouth was open, my tongue actually hanging out.
I had started my patrol early, like always, so I had some leeway as to my nightly duties.
“Please, mister,” Lewis said in a seductive little-boy-lost voice. “We know we’ve been bad. Let us make it up to you.”
I made some kind of strange animal sound, I think. Lewis took it as a signal because he reached up for my fly. When he tugged down my zipper, my cock uncoiled right into his hand. He held me with a knowing male grip. Tommy sat up on the bed of sacks, eager eyed. Whatever bashfulness gripped him seemed to disappear in a hurry. He was eyeing my big engorged meat. “Gotta taste it, gotta taste it!” he was squealing.
Before I could do anything, Lewis was feeding my straining inches straight into his buddy’s mouth. I looked down in disbelief as that sweet hungry maw swallowed me. Tommy was no novice cocksucker. His lips made a fellating O around my cock, cheeks flattened. His teeth never grazed me, and his tongue worked my hard shaft like a crazed eel.
Lewis moved his hand to my balls, applying a delicate pressure. Tommy sucked me down to my hilt. My brain hadn’t yet caught up to what was happening. The shed whirled. Pleasure rippled through me. My head went light, and I started to lose my balance.
A set of hands grabbed each of my elbows, and my staff popped wetly out of Tommy’s mouth.
“Let’s help him lie down,” one of them said.
“Make him comfortable. Get his clothes off,” said the other.
I let them do it, and moments later I was lying naked on the sacks of forgotten soil and seeds, sandwiched between two bare beautiful males. I felt embarrassed by my reaction. “I guess I’m not such a big tough cowboy after all,” I murmured.
“Oh, I think you’re plenty big.” Lewis stroked my cock.
Tommy leaned over and flicked the knoblet of my nipple. “And tough.” He glanced at his friend. “Taste him, Lew. He’s delicious.”
Lewis shifted, squirming downward. I lifted my head and watched, goggle-eyed, as he swirled my cockhead like a lollipop, then dropped his mouth onto my shaft, taking me in a single deep-throating lunge. These two youngsters had serious cock-sucking talents.
I gasped, and Tommy grinned wickedly. “Sucks good, don’t he?”
“Oh, yeah…” Lewis cupped my balls again.
Tommy was looking down my muscle-corded body, breath getting short as he watched Lewis blow me. With a quiver in his voice he said, “I gotta have some more.” He heaved toward my face, landed a too-quick kiss on my mouth—I wanted to really kiss that kid and his dark-haired companion too—then wriggled down to join Lewis.
I wedged an elbow under me so I’d have a good view. Again I could have almost laughed. This was the stuff of rank fantasy. I’d had lots of man-on-man sex in my time, but I’d never quite had two outrageously horny young turks taking snorkeling dives on my cock.
They worked at an unspoken rhythm, according to a cooperative arrangement. It appeared beautifully coordinated, yet was no doubt totally spontaneous. One head bobbed awhile, lips cinched around my pole, and the other would dip under my hard thigh to allow an agile tongue at my balls. Then the hair colors would change. When they traded off, the two young lovers would pause to share deep kisses, swapping the flavor of my cock back and forth on their tongues.
It felt unbelievably good. I lay there helpless to resist their amazing oral skills. Now and then I reached down and combed my fingers through dark hair or light, as they sucked me on and on, without mercy. It was partly my initial shock at my incredible luck tonight that had kept me from shooting my load right away, but my come was approaching at last. I’d done nothing but lie there like a slab of meat. The young men had done all the work, but they seemed to like that.
In some distant corner of my mind I promised to pay them back. But right now the deep tides of rapture were pulling on every part of my being, even as those two mouths kept up their perfect pace.
They must have sensed my nearing crisis because they slipped their mouths at the same time over my cockhead and began pumping my shaft with their joined fists. Again they were coordinated. They jerked me in unison—one, two, three. And abruptly I was unloading.
The bliss cracked through me like a bullwhip. I thrust upward, my ass rising off the sacks. The first powerful wrench made me cry out. I felt those nimble tongues tangling over the crown of my erupting cock. I shot a second spew and realized they were catching every drop in their mouths.
After the fourth hard jet, I collapsed, every muscle giving way. I heard the two giggling down there, and trading more sloppy kisses. I drew in a long breath, regaining the energy I had felt earlier when I’d thought somebody had broken into this shed for thieving purposes. I wanted that urgent strength. I owed these lovely boys something.
I sat up, and they blinked at me, maybe a little nervously. Could be that now that I’d had my fun, they figured they might be in trouble all over again. I didn’t bother telling them that the cowboy code didn’t allow for backhanded behavior like that. We lived by our honor. And for me, sex with a guy or guys was as honorable as anything else.
I swept each one of the lanky youths up into a brawny arm. I kissed Tommy first, then Lewis. No peck on the lips, but a full-on, manly Frenching, to let them know I was sincere. Then I gave them a grin.
“How ’bout you let me suck you two off,” I suggested.
Lewis answered with a grin of his own. Tommy’s head just jerked in a spastic nod.
“And,” I added smugly, “I’ll blow you both at the same time.”
That got me a pair of incredulous looks.
I told them to lie down, heads pointed in opposite directions. “Scissor up, fellas. Like you’re a couple of shaggy-haired lesbians.” Tommy giggled at that, but they complied, lying out crotch to crotch, one leg over and one under, slotting their bodies like machine parts. They scooted as close together as they could get, mashing their balls up against each other. Both guys were still fiercely erect.
I hunkered over them, hungry, ravenous. I gathered those two cocks into a single handful. The young men gasped. I squeezed, watching the thick underside veins throb against each other. I ran a thumb over their abutting cockheads, smearing precome from one to the other.
Then I bent down and opened my mouth.
My lips stretched out and enclosed the swollen purple- colored crowns. I tasted the tantalizing sting of pre-ejaculatory juice as I polished the heads with my tongue. Their meats quivered in my fist.
I started lowering my mouth down the twin lengths. Immediately my jaw responded with alarm. I slipped farther downward, drawing in the dual inches. The hinge of my jawbone stopped hurting after a few seconds. It should have been awkward as hell, if not impossible, but I was determined.
I loved the smooth texture of the skin, the knobby little har
dness beneath. It took some major talent not to scrape them with my teeth, but I managed. The cocks flexed in my mouth, and I heard the startled groans.
“Holy fuck, Tommy. He’s doin’ it!”
“I can see. It feels…ohhh…”
The two cockheads fought for space in my throat. Wiry curls brushed both my cheeks, blond on one side, jet black on the other. My strained lips held on. My cheeks bulged. I was filled with the lovely, tart taste of young cock. Again my head swam, but I wasn’t about to swoon a second time.
I raised and dropped my distended mouth. The two bodies wriggled. Whatever experimenting and fun times these two had had, I was sure they’d never experienced this. Their cocks pulsed. My hot saliva ran down the two hard shafts, gobbing in curly crotch hairs. My face burned with fever. New delights snapped and crackled all over my body.
Hands reached to claw at my broad shoulders. Fingers raked through my hair. Their asses were bouncing on the stacked sacks, bony hips bucking. It was an effort to keep the pair wrangled. I sucked the two wild colts, my tongue slavering up and down, my mouth blazing. I kept up that fast rodeo tempo.
“Fuck, Tommy, I’m gonna spunk!” Lewis yelled, voice raw and loud in the enclosed space.
“Not without me, you’re not!” Tommy answered.
I felt the spasms of those two beautiful cocks just before they unloaded. I was ready to catch the fiery seed. I don’t know who erupted first, but the other was a heartbeat behind. Suddenly, my mouth was flooded with come, a geyser of it. The flavor was overpowering, a heady mix of medicine and salt and liquid livingness. Thick slick jets coated my tongue, splashed the insides of my cheeks. I drank down what I could, savoring the taste, the viscous juice warming my belly.
It was glorious.
I held the shafts greedily in my mouth until they started to soften. Finally I raised my head. The corners of my lips were wet where stray dribbles had escaped. I felt sated, like I’d had a good hot meal after a long cattle drive.
Lewis and Tommy pulled me up onto the improvised bed, and we lay together awhile. But before I went back to my duties, we made plans to saddle up again the next night.
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