Tackling the Subject

by Jon Keys

  Gordy started laughing and a second later grabbed his side with a grimace. “Okay, no more laughing. The EMT’s said I needed to rest or the cut will reopen and I’ll need stitches.”

  Sam eased the sliced shirt open, but the bandage covered the cut. He let it drop and studied Gordy’s face. He would never forget the way his world had dropped from under him when he’d seen Gordy’s bloody jersey. Sam studied Gordy until he was convinced he would be fine. He leaned closer and pressed his face against the comforting muscle. He might allow himself the space to break down later but kept it confined to the knot in his stomach that drove him close to vomiting. It had been too close—far too close. But they’d gotten through the attack with only the shallow cut on Gordy’s side.

  Then he remembered their rescuer. Still holding onto Gordy to keep from collapsing, he met Nate’s gaze.

  “We owe you big time. You saved our butts.” Sam couldn’t keep his emotions inside any longer. He threw his arms around Nate and hugged him. They stayed that way until Sam uncoiled himself. “I’m serious. We appreciate everything you did today.”

  Nate dismissed any obligation with a wave of his hand. “Don’t sweat it. Gordy and I have each other’s backs. Right, Gordy?”

  “Absolutely! Since we first met, Nate and I looked out for each other.”

  Nate spun and trotted back down the ramp, grabbed the bags he and Gordy had dropped when they’d witnessed Sam being attacked. “I got our stuff. We better go or Sarah will kill me. Somehow, she always finds out about stuff like this before she should.”

  Gordy intertwined his fingers with Sam’s. He tensed and glanced at Gordy. “Gordy, what if—”

  Gordy cut him off before he uttered another word. “Fuck them. Fuck ’em all. If those guys had been smarter, we might have serious injuries. If I want to hold hands, then by God, I will.”

  Sam frowned but then shrugged when he glanced to Nate and found him wearing a broad grin.

  Chapter Nineteen

  A late fall thunderstorm was rolling closer as Gordy sat staring out the library window. He knew the anxiety of having that kind of storm barreling down. The black cloud coming at them didn’t bode well, but the thunderstorm at least didn’t have them trapped outside and miles from cover while trying to move cattle because they hadn’t kept track of the weather.

  Lighting fragmented the sky, and a moment later, a rumble washed over them that said the storm was close. As soon as the thought passed through his mind, huge drops of rain splashed against the expanse of glass before him. More lightning slashed across the sky and thunder filled Gordy’s ears.

  “That’s how your stomach sounds when supper is late.”

  He grinned and stuck out his tongue at Sam. “That just means it likes your cooking.”

  Sam stretched, his fitted shirt sliding upward until he exposed his flat belly, including the ginger trail that gathered around his navel before plunging downward to disappear into the top of his jeans. Gordy stared until he realized the effect the show was having on him. He wouldn’t be standing up soon.

  “You are an evil man,” he growled at Sam.

  Sam smirked and swiveled his hips just a little to tease Gordy further. Sam moved closer and got a sharp slap on his butt. He yelped and Gordy gave him a scowling expression. “Do your homework. You’ll get us in trouble.”

  Sam folded his arms across Gordy’s shoulder then leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Are you hard? You want to fuck my pale little ass?”

  Gordy growled, not wanting Sam to know just how affected he was and how much he wanted to plow Sam. He was horny enough that what he’d like to do was push Sam onto the table, rip his pants open and ram his cock inside. But then he’d have an unfortunate arrest and jail time for some kind of perverted crimes. Everything was going too well in his private life to screw it up by letting his hormones out to play.

  He uncoiled Sam from his neck and lifted him. Gordy thought he’d heard someone moving nearby but when he checked, there was no one else in their remote corner. He pulled Sam onto his lap and gave him a quick kiss. “Behave and I’ll make you ecstatic when we get home. But I’d just as soon not be arrested in the library. I mean, gay men having sex in a college bathroom? Do we want to be the cliché?”

  Sam grinned at him and wiggled his ass against Gordy’s hardness. “But we aren’t in the bathroom. There’s not even one close.”

  “Even worse, smart ass.” Gordy tried to find something to distract him from Sam’s weight on his lap. After several abortive attempts, he remembered a question he’d wanted to ask Sam anyway. “Did you hear from the cops? I hoped they would have caught the guy by now.”

  With a sigh, Sam stood and made his way back to his chair. “Well, aren’t you the little mood killer.” He scowled at Gordy.

  “That was the whole idea. But I want to know, too.”

  Sam plopped in his seat, stared at Gordy for a minute then shook his head. “You’re your own biggest cock blocker. Do you know that?”

  Gordy grinned. “You’re just horny and thinking with the little head.”

  Sam rolled his eyes, but Gordy resisted the cute behavior. Sam sighed in acceptance and stared through the window for a minute at the still building storm. “It looks bad. Do you think it could be tornadoes?”

  “You’re stalling. Answer my question.”

  “Fine. Someone hired them to beat me up, but they don’t have names or much else. They were looking for roughneck work and the guy paid them a buttload of cash to make sure I got the message that the gays aren’t welcome.”

  “The gays?”

  “Yeah, lovely, isn’t it?”

  “Nice. What about the guy with the knife?”

  “He was someone hitching a ride with them. He must have had enough cash for gas, which they didn’t. But no one has spotted him since he attacked us.”

  Gordy shook his head. He didn’t like how the cops were treating them but didn’t know what to do about it. When he glanced at Sam, it was obvious neither of them was in the mood for any more studying. He put things back in his book bag then looked at Sam. “Let’s get home and have some fun.”

  Books started flying as Sam tossed everything inside, slung it over one shoulder then headed for the door. A few steps later he glanced back at Gordy. “What’s taking you so long?”

  * * * *

  Tension built inside Sam with each mile they traveled closer to the trailer. His nerves knotted and unknotted as his desire for Gordy built. There had been enough fooling around. He was ready to fuck. It had been at least a week since either of them had relieved their building steam. He looked over to Gordy and smiled. His hot tackle boyfriend was flushed and Sam was certain there was a bulge in his crotch.

  Our clothes are getting wrecked, again.

  Sam pressed his back against the seat, fighting with his hormone-filled body and now-urgent dick. What he wanted more than anything was to unzip Gordy’s jeans, fish his cock out and suck on it like a frozen pop in the heat of summer. But it would change to a wet and sticky mess in no time.

  Gordy swung into the driveway and the sound of gravel crunching under the deep tread of his pickup welcomed them home. They parked outside the tiny trailer and sat with neither of them looking at the other as they stared through the windshield. “I’m so horny that it’s unbelievable. It’s been too long, and you are so fucking hot.”

  A deep throaty chuckle leaked from Sam. “If we don’t go inside right now, I’m not responsible for what happens.”

  “Yeah. Got it. Me, too.”

  They bailed from the truck, and while Sam was certain they were both trying to be calm, it was best that no one was around to see them. They burst through the door and turned on each other as soon as the door shut. Sam grabbed Gordy’s face between his hands and pulled him into a passionate kiss while grinding against his lover. Their lips pressed together hard as they twisted and turned, battling the flood of desire flowing between them.

  Sam slipped his tongue between Gordy
’s lips and drove inside. Gordy met his advance with an equal amount of fervor. The heat in Sam continued to build until his control stretched thin. As he pulled away, he tilted Gordy’s head back and etched a path from the base of his neck to his square chin. He stopped then ran his tongue inside Gordy’s mouth.

  Gordy stared at him for a moment before tilting his head. “Something wrong?”

  “You have a heavy fucking beard. Feels different against my tongue.”

  “Is that bad?”

  Sam considered for a moment. “No. Just hadn’t noticed it before.”

  “Are we done talking?”

  Sam grinned. “Yeah. I’m finished.”

  Gordy grabbed Sam, and with one effortless move, threw him over his shoulder and walked to the bedroom.

  It shocked Sam into silence for a second before he twisted and tried to break loose. “Hey! Who do you think you are? Tarzan or something?”

  “Sam talks too much. Sam need be quiet so not get dropped.”

  He giggled then slapped a hand over his mouth. He wasn’t sure where that sound came from, but it wasn’t one he wanted to make before having sex with a college football hero. His attention came away from whatever was on his mind when Gordy slipped his huge hand under the waistband of Sam’s jeans and rubbed across his ass. The attention had its desired effect on Sam and his dick throbbed.

  Gordy brought him around so their chests were smashed against each other and leaned in for another kiss. Sam wrapped his legs around Gordy and held on tightly. He grabbed Gordy’s rough face and kissed him hard. Sam was grinding against Gordy, kissing with enough passion to keep them warm all winter, when Gordy yelped.

  He pulled back as Gordy ran his tongue over his teeth. A second later, he smiled. “Easy there, stud. I’d like to have front teeth left once we’re finished. Avoiding at least some of the redneck look would be great.”

  Sam grinned and lunged for a quick nip on the side of Gordy’s neck. “It’s a deal. I’ll do my damnedest to not knock out any teeth. You just make me so fucking horny.”

  Desire washed over Sam, and he unbuttoned Gordy’s shirt. Once he opened the last button, he let the fabric drop open and admired Gordy’s torso for several delicious moments. The dark hair swept down each side of his muscular chest, accenting his large brown nipples. Sam leaned forward, scraping his teeth along one of them. Once the sounds coming from Gordy were loud enough to be heard outside, Sam changed his tactics. He flicked his tongue over the now-hard nub of flesh until Gordy was moaning even louder. He moved away, enjoying the ecstasy etched across Gordy’s square face as he rubbed his thumb over both nipples.

  “How’s that? Should I quit?”

  Gordy stared at Sam through slitted eyes, his lips in a smirk. “If you don’t finish what you started, you’ll be beating off in the shower for a long time.”

  “So, maybe I should finish?”

  “Yeah, might be a good plan.”

  Sam chuckled but slipped Gordy’s shirt from his shoulders and let it flutter to the ground. He repeated his attention to Gordy’s other nipple until he had both of them jutting hard above the hair surrounding them. Sam planted kisses down the center of his chest, enjoying Gordy’s slightly rounded belly. He knelt before Gordy, licking his way through the hair surrounding Gordy’s navel before he pressed his face into his crotch. Sam inhaled deeply, the strong musk filling his system and making his cock jerk in his pants. He gnawed at the lump he found until Gordy forced him upward.

  He wiped across his face but Gordy took the tail of his shirt and wrenched it off, tossing it into the corner. Sam grinned as Gordy grabbed him under his arms and tossed him onto the bed. Gordy taking charge thrilled Sam like never before. Gordy crawled between Sam’s legs, twisted down and gnawed on Sam’s shaft for a moment. They were panting from the level of excitement when Gordy reached up and unbuttoned Sam’s jeans until his briefs were bulging through the opening. Gordy looked hungrily at Sam.

  “You ready?”

  Sam trembled, his body filled with desire for Gordy. A look passed between them, and Sam nodded. Gordy grabbed Sam’s clothes and worked them down. The cool air caressed Sam’s bare skin as more became exposed. His pubic hair came into view, as did the root of his cock. The pressure and thrill of Gordy discovering him amped the attraction as never before. Gordy tugged again, and the clothing shot free. Sam’s cock escaped its confines to arc across his crotch, trailing a thin translucent strand. A second later, Gordy finished stripping Sam and drank in the naked form before him. When their eyes met, Gordy grinned and stripped.

  “Fuck, you are so hot,” Gordy said as he kicked the wad of clothing off his feet. Without hesitation, Gordy crawled between Sam’s legs. He leaned close to kiss the inside of Sam’s thigh then take his cockhead into his mouth. The wet heat, followed by friction from Gordy’s tongue as he flicked into the loose skin gathered at its crown, sent pleasure boiling through Sam like a summer wild fire. He didn’t think his lust could build any further when Gordy grabbed the base of his cock and stroked it while his tongue dug into the ample foreskin. The combination built until the familiar sensation washed over him.

  Too soon. Not yet.

  He grabbed at Gordy until he moved higher, their crotches grinding against each other. He grabbed the sides of Gordy’s head and pulled him into a kiss. “I’m about to shoot. I don’t want to lose it already.”

  Gordy was panting, his gasps filled the room and he looked desperate with need. As the moment cooled, Gordy became more coherent. “What do you want? I’m up for anything,” Gordy said.

  Sam’s lust was begging, but he wasn’t sure what his macho football player would think about his choice. His concern must have telegraphed to his expression.

  “What’s wrong?” Gordy asked.

  “Nothing. Let’s go back to what we were doing.”

  “I think you’re full of crap. Tell me what you want? I’m open to anything.”

  “Gordy…”

  “Spit it out, stud.”

  “Really, let’s forget about it.”

  The expression on Gordy’s face said it all.

  “Okay, but I told you it was a bad idea. It’d be hot to top you,” Sam said.

  The instant the words left his lips, he wished he hadn’t said them. He knew Gordy would be offended. Now what am I going to do? I won’t lose Gordy over something like sex.

  “Yeah, that sounds hot.”

  Shock rippled through Sam, and he met the big man’s gaze. “Honest? With me?”

  “Well, there’s no one else around I want to have sex with, so yeah, you. Besides, I’d already told you that it would be hot to bottom for you. I think I was pretty much begging for it when Nate and Sarah showed up and that didn’t happen.”

  “Fuck. I completely forgot.” Sam sat still, trying to take in the moments. This was his fantasy come true, and Gordy seemed equally excited. He caressed Gordy’s cheek, losing himself in the deep brown eyes. “How do you want to do this? It’s not like I’m an expert at it.”

  “Get the bottle of lube. You’ll need to get me ready. I’d like to sit down without wincing tomorrow, so we’re not going to rush.”

  Sam crawled to the edge of the bed to retrieve the bottle stored in the side table. Once he turned, Gordy moved so he was face down with his round butt in the air. He turned and grinned at Sam. “Take it slow and use a ton of lube. Start with one finger up there. We’ll see how things go.”

  Sam nodded and drenched Gordy’s cleft with lube. The clear liquid eased lower until Sam caught it with a finger and covered the spots that weren’t coated. He worked it into Gordy with more of his finger disappearing with each pass. Soon, he slipped inside to the first knuckle and the sounds from Gordy were building. Sam pulled almost out, added more lube then pushed back inside, making his finger disappear. After giving Gordy time to get used to the intrusion, he began little thrusts. Then he hit Gordy’s prostate, and Sam thought he’d be tossed like an amateur bull rider. The noise Gordy made wasn’t
too much less than one of the huge bulls his family had on their ranch. He targeted the magic spot and Gordy broke into whimpers.

  Sam let his finger slide out and readied two fingers. He guided them in, waiting each time it seemed Gordy needed to adjust. But with patience, he soon eased the digits inside Gordy. After he repeated the process with a third finger, Gordy was a quivering mass of muscle. Sam couldn’t resist the hot, round ass in front of him.

  He squirted three thick lines of lube down his cock then stroked until it was coated. Sam did the same to Gordy’s ass. He tossed the bottle to one side and moved into position. Sam grabbed his hard cock and ran it up and down Gordy’s lube-soaked crack until everything was ready. He found the opening and pressed against it. The tight muscles gave way to the constant pressure. Sam paused when a long, loud groan came from Gordy.

  “You okay? We can stop,” Sam said.

  “Don’t you dare. This is the best thing I’ve ever done. Your dick’s a perfect fit.”

  Sam pushed again, and he slipped past the final barrier. He grabbed Gordy’s waist and wedged himself inside. In no time, Sam ground his crotch against Gordy’s ass. The taut heat made Sam want to pound Gordy, but he held back with only the greatest of willpower. When the muscles clenched around his hard dick lessened, Sam pulled back a little then pushed forward.

  “Oh shit. That’s damn amazing. Fuck me, Sam.”

  Sam pumped himself inside as the room filled with their intimacy and heat. The strokes became hard and quick as they moved together. His crotch tightened and Sam knew his climax was close. He reached around Gordy and played with his nipples while he gave a rapid-fire series of thrusts he hoped was leaving Gordy’s prostate primed. Then the wave of euphoria washed over him and he buried himself deep inside and trembled. It began and his body convulsed again and again as he emptied himself. As the final wave washed over him, he collapsed. Sam panted as he twisted to kiss Gordy’s sweat-dampened neck and dropped his head against Gordy. “That was amazing. I’ve never had anything that good. Maybe I could stay here forever.”