by Jake Mactire
“I am gonna make you feel real good. Put your hands behind your head. Just concentrate on the feelins I’m givin’ ya.” I bent over him and began to lick his balls. He must have liked it because he kept giving out these little whimpers and squirming. I slowly moved down to the area just behind his balls. It’s a real sensitive area, so I spent some time there licking and rubbing it with my beard. Finally, I moved down to his hole. He was nice and clean, and I began rimming him. I’ve always heard if you can rim a man, you can fuck him.
Mike was whimpering like crazy; he kept saying, “Oh yeah, Jeffy, that’s it, that feels soooo good, Jeffy.” He was relaxing quite a bit, so I figured it was about time for step two.
I told him, “Keep your legs like that.” I got up and moved over to the nightstand. I took out a bottle of lube and some condoms. While I was doing that, he rolled over and began to suck my cock. It felt fantastic. Just sliding into his warm, wet, soft mouth was incredible. I could feel precum dripping out of me. It felt great, but I finally pulled back and kissed him again. I knelt between his legs and lubed up his ass. I lay down next to him and began to kiss him. I began rubbing his hole and finally inserted a finger. He started whimpering, and his kissing became more intense. I found his prostate and began slowly moving my finger around it.
“Oh my God! Jeffy, that feels so incredible.”
“Glad you like it. Now just keep your hands behind your head, and let me make you feel real good. I wanna show you just how good this can be. It’s gonna be extra special for me ’cause I’m doin’ it with you.” He didn’t answer me with words, but I could tell by the expression on his face he felt the same way. I continued his prostate massage and then worked another finger into his ass. He was relaxing and opening up nicely. After a few more minutes, I was able to work a third finger up there. I’d been fingering him for a good forty-five minutes, and he seemed ready for the next step. I got back up on my knees and reached for the lube and a condom.
“Let me, Jeffy.” He lubed up my cock and stroked it for a few minutes.
“That feels great, buddy.” He smiled up at me. He ripped the gold foil packet open and slowly began unrolling the condom on me. He kept stroking as he did, and it was wonderful.
“What do you do with that thing, Jeffy, play baseball? You are really big.”
“You didn’t get stinted either, buddy. You ready?” He nodded.
I got on top of him, and he spread his legs. I touched the head of my cock to his hole and poured some more lube down there.
“Okay, buddy. I’m gonna put it in nice and slow. Gonna fill you up.” I pushed the head in as gently as I could. He winced. “We okay, here? If I’m goin’ too fast, let me know.” I just held it there, and he took a few deep breaths.
“Go on.” I pushed maybe a half an inch more in.
He winced again, and I said, “There we go. I just pushed about three inches in. Are you with me? If it hurts, we don’t have to do this tonight. We got all the nights in the world.” He smiled at that and pulled up and kissed me.
“Keep goin’. I want you in me.” I pushed maybe another inch in. He didn’t wince this time, but did take a few deep breaths.
“There’s another few inches, buddy.” I pushed in some more. By this time, I was a little more than halfway in. “That was another three inches there.” I continued to push. “And another three.”
He laughed. “You’re big, but not that big.”
I pushed in all the way. His eyes opened wide. “I’m in buddy, all the way to the hilt. How’s that feel?”
“It feels great, fuckin’ fantastic! I never imagined it could feel so good.” I leaned down and kissed him. It was a gentle kiss; I just held still for a few minutes. He began to push against me, and I began a slow and easy rhythm on his ass. When I ended the kiss, he began to whimper softly with pleasure. He kept his eyes open and focused on my face.
“Guess what, buddy?”
“What’s that?”
“You’re fucked.” We both laughed. “You’re so tight, Mike. Ya got such a sweet ass. It feels so good.”
“It’s yours, Jeffy, whenever you want it.”
“I’m gonna take real good care of it.” I continued with a nice, easy motion. I wasn’t going to last too much longer, and Mike was dripping precum.
“Hold your ankles, buddy.” He reached up and grabbed his ankles. I knelt up, still keeping in him and keeping a nice slow easy rhythm going.
I reached over, got the lube, and squeezed some on his cock and balls. I grabbed his balls and tugged them a bit. I began stroking his cock with the other hand, in the same rhythm as I was fucking him with. He began squirming and whimpering. We moved together for several more minutes.
“Yeah, Jeffy, oh yeah, that’s it. Yeah, keep that up.” I could feel my balls pulling up and my dick getting even bigger and stiffer. I felt an orgasm begin to build up behind my balls. Just then, Mike let out a yell and shot. The first shot came out so hard, it hit him on the chin. He was squirming and moaning like crazy. That and the fact his ass was spasming around my cock made me shoot.
“Fuck, buddy! I can’t hold back. That sweet ass of yours is too much! I’m there, I’m shootin’!” It felt like I was unloading for a long time. I don’t think I’ve ever had such an intense orgasm. I finally pulled out, pulled off the condom, and threw it off the side of the bed. I reached over to the nightstand and got a couple of hand towels. I handed one to Mike, and cleaned off with the other one. I finally lay down on my back right next to him and pulled him over to me. He put his head on my chest. I kissed him gently on the head.
“Thanks. That was incredible. You okay, not sore or anything?”
“I’m a bit sore, but nothin’ I can’t handle. I kinda like it. When you fuck someone, they know they been fucked.”
“Well, I sure as hell ain’t gonna leave ya feelin’ empty.”
“You didn’t. Thanks, Jeffy. That was awesome. I never, ever realized it could be so good. You were right; it was really special.”
“I think it was special because it was us two. We kinda fit.”
“Yep, we do.” We snuggled together. It began to get cold. Mike commented on it. “Ya think we should get up and get our long handles on?”
“Hell no! Let me pull up the covers. We can keep each other warm. Turn on your side. Besides, you said your ass is mine anytime I want it. If I decide I want it in the middle of the night, I want easy access.” I sat up and pulled the covers up. There was a flannel sheet, a down comforter, and a Pendleton wool blanket, so I figured we’d be toasty enough. There was a spare Pendleton blanket at the foot of the bed in case we needed it. After I had the covers pulled up, I lay on my side behind Mike. I put one arm under his pillow and on his shoulder and the other arm around his chest. I pulled him close. He grabbed my hand on his chest and snuggled into me.
“Any regrets, buddy?”
“None at all; you were right, it was time and that was just incredible.”
“It was incredible for me too. Good night, Mike.”
“Good night, Jeffy, sleep well.” I kissed the back of his head and nuzzled into him gently. He sighed contentedly.
“Let’s get some sleep now, Mike; we done used up this day.” We both seemed to drift off almost immediately. Sometimes it’s awkward sleeping with somebody for the first time. It seems you often have to get used to it, but it didn’t turn out that way with us. We got a great night’s sleep.
IT HAD started raining again in the night, and we woke up to a gray murky light coming in from the windows and skylight. It was cold in the house, but I could hear the heat going. It would warm up fairly quickly. The morning began with a long slow kiss. We explored each other with our hands thoroughly, leading to another earth shattering mutual orgasm. Although I could have stayed in bed with Mike the whole day, I needed some coffee. I got up and put on my red long handles and a pair of black socks. Mike watched me dress.
“I’ll make some coffee. You want to sleep in a bit?”
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“No, I’ll be right down.”
He was getting up as I went down the stairs. I got the coffee pot filled with water and on the stove. Out the window I could see José and Josh heading across the yard to the house. I went to the mudroom and opened the door. The pantry door was open, and as they stepped into the kitchen, it blocked them from view of anybody in the rest of the house.
“Hey, boss, buenos días! You seen Mike?”
“Mornin’, Jeff.”
Before I could answer their question, I heard Mike running down the stairs. He hit the wood floor fast and began to slide. He was wearing black socks and a white union suit. He was shouting out, “And he rounds third base and begins the run for home! The catcher is ready and the ball flies. Will he make it? He’s comin’, he’s close, he made it! He scores!” Mike slid into view right about then. He looked at José and Josh, and got this sheepish look on his face. The look also resembled a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Well, boss, now I know you have seen Mike. We were worried about you, Mike! Verdad Josh? Is true?” José was grinning like a cat choking on cream.
Josh was grinning too. “Yeah, that is true. We thought, Mike, you might need some help, maybe you drank too much or got locked out or somethin’. As your friends, we were ready to take care of you.”
José chuckled. “It looks like Jeff took good care of you though, Mike. Real good care.”
Mike was looking even more sheepish. I was trying hard not to laugh myself. Josh looked me up and down and then Mike up and down.
“Looks like Jeff is rubbin’ off on you, Mike. You’re startin’ to walk around in your underwear too. I reckon he was rubbin’ off on you all night eh?”
Mike stood up, looked at me, and then said, “So what? I can’t believe you guys would have a problem with us datin’ or bein’ a couple.”
“Of course not, you are mi amigo! I am very happy for you, for both of you. I cannot think of two nicer guys. If you are happy, I am happy. Just take good care of him, Mike. If you break his heart, I will have to beat you. I do not want to do that.” José was laughing.
Josh piped up, “I’m happy for you both, guys!”
José then turned to me. “When did you get the trucks for, boss?”
“Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.”
“Okay, so we will start roundup tomorrow. So then, today is a day off for next Saturday. You two can go back to bed.” He winked. I reached over, put my arm around Mike, and pulled him close.
“We just might do that.” The guys were smiling and laughing as they walked out and back to the bunkhouse. We could hear them singing as they went, both really off key. They sounded like a couple of wet cats.
“I’m sick of pullin’ my dick alone
The bunkhouse is like a jail
I’m goin’ up to the ranch house
Gonna give up a piece of tail.”
“I guess you’re really out now, buddy.”
“You were right about me bustin’ down the closet door.”
“Any regrets?” I asked.
“Hell no! So what’s on your agenda today?”
“Laundry, or I’m gonna be goin’ commando with no socks. I figured if you wanted, we could throw a football around and work out too.”
“Sounds good to me; mind if I throw my clothes in with yours? I gotta do laundry too.”
“Seems to me you’re gettin’ awful domestic there, buddy.”
He looked at me, but when he saw my joking expression, he laughed.
“I figure that José’s gonna put us out in the line camp tomorrow, so we got today to do laundry and just hang around and have a bit of fun, and then a week of really hard work.”
“Bring it on!”
Chapter Ten
THE rain had let up enough on Monday to let Mike and I throw a football around and get some good exercise. We had a good workout, too, and relaxed in the hot tub afterwards. We fixed dinner together, and Mike ended up staying with me again up at the ranch house.
Tuesday morning was spent planning the roundup with José. Wayne was still off. I reckoned the four of us could handle it without him though, as earlier in the season, no one had planned on me being available. I had been right when I told Mike I figured that José would have the two of us ride up to the line camp and start rounding up the beeves in the high pastures.
We’d end up culling out the heifers and calves, and sending the steers off to market. Old-time cowboys would refer to cattle destined for consumption as beeves, or beef for just one. Ours were all steers. We still had a pretty good crop, so I wasn’t so certain that we’d be destitute. Beef prices had gone up, too, so we just might be in the green.
Tuesday afternoon, Mike and I were riding up to the line camp. It had been drizzling all day. We both had on rain gear—rain coats over our jackets and chaps to keep our legs dry. Even with that protection, there’s no way in hell you’d stay dry riding in the rain. The worst was every once in a while I moved my head the wrong way, and some water from my hat brim would drip down my neck. Another front was supposed to blow through tonight bringing clear but cold weather. Neither Mike nor I were talking a whole hell of a lot on the ride up to the line camp. It was a ride of several hours. I was lost in my own thoughts, and I reckoned Mike was doing the same.
I first started thinking on just how nice it was having him around. I was glad he’d stayed with me up at the ranch house last night. I really liked making dinner with him, cleaning up with him, and sleeping together. We had a lot of common interests, and working out together and tossing a football around were fun. We’d both spent a lot of time planning a hunting trip and also talked about doing some fly fishing. We were both looking forward to snowshoeing and skiing too. I wondered if we had jumped into the sack too soon. Not that I regretted the sex; it was fantastic.
Although Mike was really inexperienced, he was a quick study. All he needed was me to respond positively to a touch, lick, or whatever he was doing, and he remembered that. He seemed to note what I did to him and tried it back on me. It was incredible. I’m normally not a touchy-feely guy, but we did seem to touch each other a hell of a lot.
My comment about his getting all domestic was pretty spot on. Only it applied to us both. I was wondering if we were jumping in too fast, too soon, but I didn’t see any of the warning flags that would make me think so. For example, although the sex was enough to knock our socks off, it wasn’t the only part of us being together. We joked around a lot, in a nice way, both in the sack and out. Last night I’d told him to leave his socks on. He did, and when I had hold of his ankles, I worked them off and told him, “See, buddy, I told you I’d knock your socks off.” He was comfortable teasing me about being too cocky or running around without my pants. I wasn’t too worried about losing friends ’cause of being too focused on each other. We had spent lots of time with Sandy, Maria, José, Josh, and others, and there were still plans to do that. Tom, Harrison’s dad, wanted to come up and hunt with us. So everything I could think of was copacetic. I was riding along just thinking about how lucky I was to have hooked up with him, when he rode up next to me.
“Penny for your thoughts there, Jeffy.” He smiled at me. He looked like a drowned rat, and I figured I looked the same.
“Actually, buddy, I was thinking about us.” He got a bit of a guarded look. I figured he’d probably been let down a lot.
“What about us?”
“Just how much I enjoy bein’ with you, and how much I’m enjoyin’ gettin’ goin’ where this might lead.”
“Those same thoughts have been runnin’ through my head too. I’m a lucky man to have met ya, Jeffy.”
“I’m the lucky one. Despite all you been through, you’re a decent, smart, carin’ guy. That stuff you been through turns some guys into serial killers.”
“That’s all water under the bridge. I guess we’re both lucky we’re friends and more, I’d reckon.”
“You reckon right there. We must be gettin’
close to the line camp; when we get there, you wanna take care of the horses and tack, or you wanna start the fire, get water, and get some coffee on?”
“Horses sound good to me.”
“Yeah, I was afraid you’d say that. I hate haulin’ water.”
“It’ll only be two days.”
“True. I am lookin’ forward to gettin’ in outta this rain.”
“That makes two of us, Jeffy.” After a few minutes, we could see the outline of the line camp building through the misty drizzle. It was a small cabin, outhouse, and a corral and shed for the horses. There was a well for water. No electricity or indoor plumbing, but with the wood stove and kerosene lamps, we’d be fine. We got there and got the chores taken care of right quick. By the time I had a fire built in the wood stove, water in the water bucket, and the lamps lit, Mike was done with the horses. They were in the corral, watered and fed, and the tack had been dried off and put in the shed. There were bunk beds in the camp, but the bottom one was a double, so we just made that one up.
“What’s for dinner, Jeff?”
“Let’s see what Wayne left us.” We looked through the cupboards. A couple of cans of beef stew seemed to be calling my name. There was a lot of macaroni, so I suggested that to Mike. It sounded fine to him, so I got the water for the macaroni on, while he fixed up a clothesline. For once he beat me gettin’ his boots, shirt, and pants off. As soon as I had dinner started, I took off the outer clothes too. We were both wearing wool union suits and socks, so even though they were damp, they kept us warm. It was warm in the cabin, and we could see the clothes, both on the line and what we had on, steaming. The smell in the cabin brought back lots of memories of roundups. It smelled like wood smoke, horse, wet wool, and sweat. It wasn’t a bad smell. Soon the macaroni was pretty much done. I drained it and added both cans of beef stew to it. It would be breakfast if we didn’t eat it all tonight. After dinner we sat together on the lower bunk, cuddled together, and just enjoyed the time and space.