Dodge Hendy gave as good as he got. His tongue eagerly lapped mine, and our groans intermingled. He circled my waist with his hands and even rubbed his long dick against mine. I don’t know how long we were giving this incredible public display of affection, but some dude wandering by spat, “Fags.”
That sort of broke the spell.
I was going to lash out at the guy, but Dodge held on to my sleeve.
“Wait. Look.”
Chapter Seven
Dodge
The homophobic guy headed for a Cockroach Blockers van. It was definitely the same guy I’d seen peeling out of the hotel that Sunday. What good would confronting him do? We had to do this smartly.
“He’s just going to deny being there,” I said. My heart pounded with arousal and embarrassment. If that fumigator had seen me ardently making out with King, who else had? This was a busy road in the seat of the county. Hopefully, a sheet metal worker from Hell’s Delight wasn’t that big of a topic in Hangtown. “He’s probably already heard about the hotel deaths. If we come across like gangbusters, he’s just gonna get all defensive.”
“Let’s follow him,” said King. “Look, he’s unloading shit from the van. We’ve got time. Come on!”
Before I could say a word, King was dragging me down the street, back to our truck. Soon he let go of me and busted out into a mad dash, so I was forced to follow. Of course chugging away after a rodeo star was more strain on me than him, and I fell behind. But I didn’t do too bad. I did play college football, after all.
And I’d just made out with this rodeo star. Everything was coming at me so fast and furious now that I’d broken that initial barrier to gayness. How could I deny I was at least bisexual now that I’d eagerly swooned in another man’s arms, our tongues lapping at each other? I’d never been so horny as when I’d made that video for King, fisting my dick that was so stimulated I swore I’d blow before my big finale.
Fucking myself with that dildo was almost like being fucked by him. Looking around like a cat burglar, I’d purchased it at a Hell’s Delight mom-and-pop vibrator store. I’d put a cock ring tightly around the base of my cock so it would stand out straight while I reamed myself, and I groaned and squirmed, getting that plastic cockhead right up against the sweet spot. I’d been told it was the prostate that caused such ecstasy, and I rubbed the fake cockhead there as though grating parmesan cheese. I was shocked to come so fast. My eyes popped open in surprise as I shot several feet through the air, farther than I ever had. I was set to explode, that was for sure, and eventually the volcano subsided, dripping over my hand, my wrist.
King had said something about eating my own jizz. While normally that would be unpleasant, that day it wasn’t. I looked directly into the camera, holding my spouting dick, and slowly, lewdly, tasted my own cum from every finger, the back of my hand.
“Mm,” I said to the silent camera. “I love eating semen.”
It struck me that might be more than porn-y, but somehow it felt right. I knew it’d drive King over the edge, and that’s what I wanted. That’s what I wanted? Did I want King? Was I going to bare my ass to him and let him spank me? When my cock stirred at that thought, I knew where I was headed.
I unlocked the truck remotely before we even reached it. Now the thrill of an adventure had overtaken me, and when we piled into the truck, we were laughing like high school pranksters.
“Put the pedal to the metal!” King commanded, laughing.
“What do you think we’re going to find him doing?” I asked as I hung a U-ie.
“I dunno. Stopping off at a cyanide store? He’s not on his way to a job because he put all that stuff back into the shed.”
I glanced at him sideways. “This is cool. We’re detectives.”
“Holmes and Moriarty.”
I chuckled. He’d gotten one thing wrong in classic literature. But at least he knew the names. I don’t know what I expected from a Texas cowboy, but knowing the classics wasn’t one of them.
“He’s going south on 49,” I noted.
“I’m in the rodeo down there,” said King. “The Plymouth Fairgrounds. I specialize in bareback bronc. You should come see us sometime. My event is Friday. We think I’m going to make it to national finals.”
“Really?” I knew nothing about rodeo. A sheet metal worker from Modesto didn’t often go to rodeos. Or maybe I should have. Phil Dickweed had taken Cindy to the rodeo. I was too busy working. “I’ll take you up on that. I’ll bring Ryan.”
His voice dropped a register. “Sure.”
Had he wanted me to come alone? Why? Was there dick sucking going on under the grandstand? Did I want there to be? The sudden flashing image of cowboys in fringed chaps under the bleachers, their drooling dicks throbbing in the breeze, made my cock plump up.
King must’ve noticed, because he put a hand on my thigh. He didn’t squeeze me, just rested his hand there, his fingertips a quarter inch from my growing penis.
“You liked making out with me.”
I could feel my face flush. I was trying to concentrate on following the Cockblockers van down the roller coaster ribbon of 49, but King was making it fucking difficult.
I shrugged, noncommittal. “I guess.”
Now he did squeeze my thigh. My cock lengthened another quarter inch. “You did more than guess, Dodge. You were into it. I’ve kissed enough guys in my life. You’re a looker, Dodge, and I love macking on you. But if you want more, you’ve got to surrender. We’ve got a power dynamic going that’s going to send you to your knees. You’re going to be thanking me for how I make you feel like a goddamned piece of beautiful statuary when you display yourself to me.”
“Oh, I fucking doubt that,” I said weakly. My dickhead bumped up against his fingers.
He smiled slyly. “Do you?”
There. At last, he touched my cock. He palmed it in his warm hand, massaging it like a toothpaste tube, his thumb describing circles around the glans. His other arm was run along the back of the bench seat, his fingertips arrogantly tickling the back of my neck.
I hissed in air. My eyes squeezed shut, then I remembered I was driving. “Get your hands off me,” I growled.
“Is that really what you want, Dodge Hendy? Your sex tape showed me an old cuss who is dying for a nice juicy dick up his ass—and one filling his mouth as well.”
“That was just a fucking tape, Kingsize. I made it for fun.”
“Yeah. You looked like you were having fun. Screwing yourself with that giant dick which, by the way, is exactly the same proportions as my dick.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
His thumb brushed my oozing slit, and again I hissed like a fucking tea kettle. “Oh, you sized me up all right. You decided I was the right shape and size for your hungry mouth and ass. You’re a cock virgin, though. I’ll have to go slow.”
“Am not.”
“Am not what?”
“A cock virgin.”
His hands went still. “What? You mean—you’ve had a cock in your ass?”
“One in my mouth.”
He squeezed and tickled me again. “The locker room,” he said warmly. “One of these days, I’m going to hear that damned story.”
“I fucking doubt it because—get your hands off me! We’re in town now.”
To my surprise, King did remove his hands. He left me with blue balls and a throbbing rod, but I was able to breathe again, and see that we were driving under a half-moon banner that declared:
WELCOME
INTERNATIONAL GAY RODEO ASSOC.
I gasped. “What the fuck?” Yet I was following the Cockblockers van right under the banner.
“Hoo-wee!” yee-hawed King, slapping his knee with his cowboy hat. “If this don’t take the rag off the bush! Wait, wait, wait. Hang back a bit. We’ve got him nailed now.”
King was right. The homophobic jizzmonger, who actually had turned out to be a jizzmonger, was a hypocrite to boot. I idled my truck as we watched him park next to all t
he other pickups, some with rainbow stickers emblazoned. “That fucking condom breath,” I marveled.
“That fucking phony,” whispered King.
I said, “Not only did he kill the mayor, he’s a closet queer.”
King looked sideways at me. “Like some we know.”
I flushed, and looked sideways at him. “I’m not closet.”
“Oh yeah? Prove it.”
What in the name of a slow milky fuck did I just say? But my mouth would not stop making words. “I’m not closet!”
“You’re out?”
“Hell yeah, I’m out. I mean, to a certain extent, you have to understand. I’ve got my kid and my reputation to think of, and—”
“Come on!”
King practically kicked open his door. We’d almost lost the fumigator as he’d darted down a cattle alleyway, past the catch pens where they kept the stock.
Like stealthy sleuths, we jogged along bent over past steer and bulls. The fumigator had now slapped on a white cowboy hat, making us, I guess, the bad guys. He had shed his coveralls in the car and pulled on some cowboy boots. Now he’d paused by some other guys sitting on an alleyway rail. He greeted them like he knew them.
“You don’t recognize him?” I asked in a low voice, although the animal sounds around us were plenty enough to drown out our words. “He’s not a rodeo participant?”
“Not that I’ve seen. Listen.” Grabbing my sleeve, King practically yanked me in the opposite direction, around the corner of a wooden structure. Quite forcefully now, he slammed me into the wall and pinned me with his hips. Like when we’d made out, our erections ground together, thrilling and stimulating beyond all description.
Yes. I wanted another man.
I wanted King.
This made me queer, I supposed.
He gripped a handful of my hair to hold my head against the wall, too. His other hand grabbed my jaw. “Listen.” He quickly bit my lower lip. “I want to tear off all your fucking clothes right now and dog you like a fucking bull, but I don’t have a fucking condom. And you know what? You’d love every inch, every second of it.”
“I would,” I breathed.
“Meantime, I’m going to objectify you. You’re here to pleasure me. I’ve obviously inspired you already. I can tell by how long and hard your cock is.” He shimmied his hips against mine, bouncing me on his big dick. Motherfuck, I could swear my cock was spurting. I had so much pent-up jizz. “I’ve inspired you, so now I’m going to require from you.”
Stepping back a half a foot, King yanked me down by the hair. If I wanted to avoid pain, I had to fall to my knees. My mouth watered to be face-to-face with that kingsize dick, pulsating tightly in his jeans.
“Take pride in your deep-throating skills, boy,” growled King, expertly undoing his belt buckle with one hand, still squeezing the hell out of my scalp. “You’re not going to feel free until you kneel before a real man and give him your power. Be proud to know you’re providing a home for his ecstasy. Come on, boy. Let the lifeblood in my dick fill you when you milk my DNA.”
And he shoved that limb so far down my throat I nearly choked.
Indeed, he was a tad bigger than that dildo. And I wasn’t ready for it. So I choked and swallowed drily, trying to encompass his rod with my throat muscles, stretching them.
His lewd talk helped ease my way.
“Oh, yeah. Yeah, baby. Eat my meat. Lap my spunk with your sweet tongue. Oh yeah. You know how to do it. You’ve been wanting a meaty dick in your mouth ever since college. Those boys tried to torture y’all. One boy skull-fucked you just like I’m doing now.”
Yes, he was fucking my mouth, in and out, giving me a chance to breathe. On the out swing, I could gather saliva in my mouth to lube up his penis. Then he’d plunge it brutally, and I’d have to swallow deeply to keep up.
He picked up the pace, his ballsac slapping against my chin. Just barely hanging on, I smacked my hands against his bare butt cheeks, digging my fingers into the meatiness of the flesh. Motherfuck. How long had I waited to do that? I had a guy’s shapely ass in my hands.
And a fat, hard dick was plunging in and out of my mouth.
“Oh, yeah. You liked sucking that football player’s dong, didn’t you? It started you wondering if you wanted to suck wang all the time. Pretty soon it was all you could think of. You didn’t want any pussy. You pretended you were fucking some guy’s ass when you fucked her.”
How did he know? The more King reminded me of my perversions, my twisted sex life with Cindy, the harder I sucked on his colossal phallus. He’s right. I’ve wanted this my whole life. The boy “forcing” himself on me, “forcing” his dick down my throat, he’d only unlocked a whole cabinet full of cravings I must’ve been tamping down my entire life.
“Oh, yeah! Suck my dick, boy! Suck that meat like it’s all the cocks you’ve ever wanted! Oh, damnation! I’m gonna blow, boy! Keep it up because I’m gonna—”
He flooded my mouth with his warm seed. I tried to keep up with that, too. Man, did he have a load. I gulped and gulped like it was a bottle of cold water on a hot day, and I couldn’t keep up with the flow. Some dribbled down my chin and I realized I’d be glad of a chance to eat it in front of him.
“Ah, that’s good,” grunted King, shuddering into my mouth. “God, you can suck. You’re a god-given talent for sucking dick.”
I slapped his ass to indicate I’d had enough, but he continued to fuck me until jizz squirted from the corners of my mouth. I had to forcibly pull away, and yes, he did yank some hairs from my head.
Gulping one more time, I coughed. I realized I was angry, or offended, or something. I felt affronted, taken advantage of.
“What the hell was that all about?” I yelled up at him. Him and his drooling, dangling rod.
He jammed his hands onto his hips, unembarrassed to leave his tool swaying in the breeze. “What do you mean? You wanted to suck cock, did you not?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to be forced! You practically left me no option!”
“Forced? Ain’t that part of the game, boy? You like to be dominated? I like to dominate?”
“Yes, but—” I wiped my mouth off on the back of my hand. “Aren’t we supposed to have a secure word or something?”
“You mean safe word?”
I staggered to my feet. “Yeah, I guess that’s it. I mean, I don’t know your comfort zone. You don’t know mine. Until we find out—”
“You’re right,” King conceded. “I’m sorry about that, slave.”
“Slave? Now look here. I never agreed to be no—”
King slapped a hushing hand onto my chest. “Look. He’s on the move.”
The fumigator was heading toward the chutes where cowboys waited to ride their animals into the arena. But King steered me toward the group of cowboys he’d been talking to.
“Let’s go grill my buddies.”
“Buddies?” I whined. “You didn’t say they were your buddies!”
“Yeah, well, I’m saying it now.”
“Why didn’t you say that at first? We could’ve saved—”
“Saved a lot of cocksucking?”
“Ah, okay, never mind…”
Chapter Eight
King
This being a gay rodeo, all of my buddies, of course, were gay.
I think this really threw Dodge. He’d never been around so many flamers aside from the Bottoms Up, and then he hadn’t talked to any. He’d sucked half a cock, then just turned tail and ran.
“Howdy, Nathan, Lane, Bryan.” I touched the brim of my hat.
“And who’s this?” That was Lane. The ultimate horndog, user, banger. He’d had sloppy seconds on more than one of my conquests. Scarily, I’d probably done a couple of his throwaways, too. One guy’s asshole was already filled with spunk and I’d seen Lane laughing at me.
So straight up I said, “This here’s Dodge, and he’s not gay. He’s just here helping me with something. Any of you guys know who that—”
“So that’s why you were blowing your wad into his mouth,” goofed Nathan.
I actually blushed. I hadn’t realized anyone had seen. Nathan must’ve gone down the alleyway and peeked around the corner of the stable. Dodge, for his part, wiped his mouth on the back of his forearm, as though he had a drop of cum there.
“Just you never mind. He’s off-limits. Now can anyone tell me who that fine jacked guy was you was just talking to?”
Dodge flinched that I’d call another guy jacked, and that pleased me. He was already under my control. Maybe I’d been a bit forceful when I’d skull-fucked him just now, but man, I needed it. I needed to feel his mouth around my dick and flood his mouth with my load. And he was just as good, if not better, than he was in the video. That fucking video had been riling me so high I was climbing the walls. Now I felt calm, in control, evened out. I would thank him, but he was my beta. He was supposed to crawl to me and let me guide him to manhood, not the other way around. I was dark, I knew.
“Doil Payne?” said Bryan. “He’s a newbie from Angel’s Camp, been coming around, thinking he’s gonna compete in bareback bronc.”
“What?” I blared. “Like hell he is!”
Dodge chimed in. “That fucking hypocrite just called us fags, and now he’s at a gay rodeo trying to compete against Kingsize Taylor? I don’t fucking think so.”
“He called you fags?” asked Lane. “Why?”
I stumbled over my words. “Because we were, ah—”
“Making out,” said Dodge boldly. Everyone looked at him. “We were in downtown Hangtown making out passionately on the street, sucking on each other’s faces, and he walked by and called us fags.”
Everyone laughed. Nathan said, “So you’re here to beat the shit out of him?”
“Something like that,” I said. I tipped the brim of my hat. “Good day, gentlemen.”
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