Teaching the Cowboy

by J. P. Bowie

  Jordan managed a smile. “No, I didn’t do any of that.” He hugged Blake to him. “But if we’re to have a serious talk, you have to get that pretty butt of yours off my crotch. Little Jordan is starting to sit up and take notice.”

  “You mean Big Jordan, surely.” Blake’s low, husky laughter was a joy to Jordan’s ears. He already knew he could get used to hearing it on a daily basis. “When I clench what you called my pretty butt, I can still feel every inch of you inside me.”

  Jordan stroked Blake’s face gently. “Didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  “A bit, but it’s a good hurt, and one I’ll relish when we’re not together, next week.”

  “What are we going to do about that?”

  “We’ll think of something…but wait, we’re getting off topic here.” Blake rose from Jordan’s lap. “You were about to tell me something from your past that still haunts you…or is ‘haunts’ too strong a word? Bugs you, maybe?”

  Jordan sighed. “Haunts is probably right, but honestly, Blake, I’d rather not talk about it right now. I’ve been looking forward to this weekend and I don’t want it spoiled by me unloading details of mistakes I’ve made, and crap like that. I just want us to enjoy each other, our time together. It’s too short to get into heavy shit…” He stared at Blake’s solemn expression. “Have I pissed you off? If I have, I’m sorry. It’s the last thing I want to do.”

  Blake nodded and walked over to where Jordan stood, gazing at him uncertainly. He put his arms around Jordan. “I’m not going to demand you tell me. I don’t have any right to do that. I just want you to know that when and if you’re ready to talk about it, I’m here.” He drew Jordan’s face to his own and kissed him, a long, lingering kiss that stoked the heat in Jordan’s blood. He crushed Blake to his body and deepened the kiss until they were both panting into each other’s mouths and had to break apart for need of oxygen.

  “Wow…” Blake smiled into Jordan’s eyes. “Now I know what it must feel like to actually swoon.”

  “Can I just say this?” Jordan slipped a hand behind Blake’s head to hold him close so that their lips were touching as he spoke. “No one, and I mean no one, has touched me like you have, Blake. I’m feeling for you things I didn’t know were possible. And I don’t mean just the sex, although that was ten times better than I dreamed it would be…and I have dreamed about it, near every night since you left the ranch. And now I have to ask you…if…if there’s a way you could have the same kind of feelings. I-I know you’re thinking it’s way too soon for this kind of talk, and I understand that, but I’d like us to be more than guys who see each other now and then…and fuck.”

  Jordan studied Blake’s expression, hoping against hope that he hadn’t blown this. That he’d expressed way too much in that over-long speech. Blake was probably squirming inside, looking for a way out of this room, wanting to get on a plane back to San Francisco so he could breathe a sigh of relief that he’d had such a lucky escape.

  “Blake, I—”

  Blake stopped him from saying more by kissing him gently. “You are the most adorable man I’ve ever met, bar none. I love how you show your emotions so clearly in your eyes, in your smile, in the way you look at me. Yes, I have more than just lusty feelings for you. I love being with you, talking with you, getting to know you…and one day, perhaps you’ll tell me about the things that haunt you…but we have time for that. Lots of time…” He kissed Jordan again and Jordan lifted him into his arms and together they tumbled onto the bed.

  Chapter Seven

  “You have to get out of those clothes,” Blake murmured, alternating between tugging at Jordan’s belt and the button fly of his jeans. Jordan helped by pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it across the room. Once they were naked again, they lay pressed together groin to groin, arms solidly around each other’s bodies, their cocks sliding together made slick by the pre-cum that spilled between them. Blake pushed the tip of his tongue between Jordan’s lips, licking his way into Jordan’s mouth, gliding over Jordan’s tongue into every corner of his mouth. Blake lost himself in their kiss, the soft warmth of Jordan’s full lips on his sending both heat and chills through him. He could kiss Jordan all night and be content, but the pulsing of Jordan’s cock against Blake’s called to him.

  He scooted his body down the length of Jordan’s muscular torso, trailing his lips over the hard, smooth flesh toward the prize he lusted over. Jordan tasted so good, his pre-cum creamy, with a tangy trace of salt. He ran a hand down Jordan’s right leg, caressing the bumpy scar that ran from his thigh to his calf, then leaned in so he could touch it with his lips. Jordan sighed then did some twisting and shifting under Blake who shuddered with visceral pleasure when Jordan’s tongue skimmed over the head of his cock then licked up and down the hard length. He groaned out his appreciation of the sensations the heat inside Jordan’s mouth was bringing him. The power of his sucking increased, and it was taking Blake to the brink way too quickly.

  This might be the next go around as Jordan had called it, but Blake still didn’t want it over too fast. He knew they most likely would do it again, and maybe even again, and each time would be more thrilling, just not over too soon. He eased himself away from Jordan…gently, so he wouldn’t think Blake wasn’t enjoying what he was doing. He was, he just wanted it to last longer. But it seemed Jordan had other ideas. With a throaty growl, he caught Blake’s hips in his hands and pulled him back into the heat of his mouth, gliding his lips up and down Blake’s aching shaft, sucking with an eagerness Blake couldn’t have resisted even if he’d tried. His orgasm rolled over him, a convulsing ecstasy that had his body shuddering and jerking almost out of control. Jordan gasped and choked a little when he came into his mouth, but rather than pull away, he held Blake a prisoner in his arms until every vestige of his semen was drained from him.

  Your turn. Blake gripped Jordan’s pulsing erection at the base, pumping and sucking it at the same time. Was it possible that Jordan’s cock got even harder just before he came? Blake certainly thought so. It was as if he was holding a steel rod in his mouth, hot throbbing steel under a layer of silk. Jordan’s body stiffened in Blake’s arms and a muffled groan escaped his lips before he flooded Blake’s mouth and throat with a veritable torrent of cum that Blake had to swallow fast so he could take all of it.

  They lay there quietly for several long moments, then Jordan scooted down to lie alongside Blake. He wrapped an arm around him and gazed into his eyes, an almost wistful smile playing on his luscious lips. “You are amazing,” he whispered and kissed Blake who opened to him, their tongues moving together, and Blake relished the taste of Jordan’s cum mingled with his own. Blake snuggled in tight against the cowboy’s smooth, warm skin and the hard muscles that rippled under Blake’s searching hands. It was almost overwhelming, the desire to ask him just what ailed him. To have him feel safe enough in Blake’s embrace that he could relieve himself of some of what troubled him. But perhaps wisely, Blake kept silent, apart from a soft moan that escaped his lips when their kiss deepened, and their cocks, pressed together, grew hard again. Blake couldn’t quite believe he was so quickly aroused again.

  Jordan grinned and licked Blake’s full lower lip with the tip of his tongue. “Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?”

  Blake nodded, his cheeks warming, not with embarrassment but with anticipation when Jordan’s burgeoning erection pushed between his thighs. He raised his hips to let Jordan slip in and the head of his cock glided over Blake’s taint, drawing a gasp of pleasure from him. Their eyes met and Blake whispered, “Yes.”

  He reached for the lube and a condom. Instead of handing the foil packet over to Jordan, he opened it with a tug of his teeth then inserted the latex into his mouth. He’d learned this trick in college, but hadn’t had a whole lot of occasions in which to carry it out. For Jordan, he’d gladly make the effort, see if he could do it sexily, like his college mate had. Blake thought that there weren’t many things more intimate th
an having sex. Yet, for him, right then, there was definitely something extra erotic in holding Jordan’s cock steady while sliding a silky condom over his pulsing erection, using only his lips then sucking and pumping him to his fullest length and girth. Of course, it was a bonus if the cock was attached to someone as gorgeous as Jordan whose expression of delighted surprise quickly morphed into one of hunger.

  Blake fell back on the bed, bringing Jordan with him. He wrapped his legs around Jordan’s narrow waist and writhed under him as Jordan entered him. He drew Jordan in, savoring the look of satisfaction on his face when the heat inside Blake enfolded Jordan’s hard, pulsing flesh. Jordan leaned down to take Blake’s lips for a long, languorous kiss, his tongue exploring every part of Blake’s mouth while his cock filled him, moving insistently, harder, faster. Blake wound his arms and legs tighter about Jordan’s hard-muscled torso, arching his body up to match each of Jordan’s powerful thrusts.

  “Blake, oh my God, Blake,” Jordan whispered on a ragged breath, his body straining, his muscles rippling, sweat forming on his forehead as he neared his release. The sensuous movements and Jordan’s hand gripping Blake’s aching erection brought him a mind-numbing ecstasy.

  Determined that they should come together, Blake reared up and seated himself on Jordan’s lap, driving Jordan’s cock even deeper inside himself. Jordan’s body shuddered and spasmed in the throes of his orgasm. A great wrenching groan was torn from him, and he climaxed so forcefully Blake could feel every hot, pulsing spurt that filled the condom inside him. They clung together as Blake came a second or two after Jordan, his cum jetting between their torsos. Blake was sure he blacked out for a moment from the impact of his climax, but Jordan’s kisses revived him enough so that he could give him a shaky smile before they collapsed together side by side on the mattress and Blake buried his face in the slick warmth of Jordan’s neck.

  * * * *

  Jordan held Blake while he slept. It was early Saturday morning, the memory of their previous hours together still imprinted on his mind as the best night of his life. He’d imagined making love to Blake would be special, but it had been more than that…unforgettable. Even if Blake decided not to see him again, and he prayed that would not be the case, he would remember him forever.

  If anyone had told him he’d meet and fall for a teacher, he’d have laughed his ass off, but since working at the Seven Plus he’d met a lot of guys with careers very different from his. Even over-the-top flirt Wesley had been an architect, and just last week he’d been giving riding lessons to a couple of financiers. Nice regular guys apart from the fact that their boots must’ve cost close to a thousand dollars and their pinkie rings had looked like they were real diamonds set in gold. One of them told Jordan he’d just moved into a condo in New York that had set him back five million. Yeah, not really regular guys, but still nice.

  Hadn’t wanted to do this with any of them, though.

  Blake stirred in his arms and he leaned in to kiss his forehead. “Hey, sleepyhead, you gonna wake up so we have some breakfast?”

  “What time is it?” he asked through a yawn then kissed Jordan’s chest. “Good morning, by the way.”

  “’Mornin’. I think you slept well.”

  “I did, but after what you put me through last night, I’m not surprised.” He grinned up at Jordan. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.” He scooted up and leaned on one elbow. “You were fantastic, Jordan. The best.”

  Jordan’s face grew hot at the compliment, and…elsewhere too. “How about a shower to start the day, then breakfast?”

  “Sounds like a plan. I just need to pee first.” He pecked Jordan’s lips then jumped off the bed, giving Jordan a great view of his bouncing ass as he ran to the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, he opened the door. “Shower’s on. You joining me?”

  “You bet.” Jordan was off the bed in a flash. Blake was already in the shower and he grabbed Jordan’s hand to pull him in under the hot spray.

  “Feels good doesn’t it?” Blake wrapped his arms around Jordan, moving his chest seductively over Jordan’s back.

  “Only way to take a shower.” The strong, hot spray did feel good but now there was the added sensation of having Blake’s leanly muscled body pressed to his, his arms around Jordan’s torso. He nuzzled the nape of Jordan’s neck, his hard cock pushing between Jordan’s butt cheeks. Jesus… What would it feel like to be fucked by Blake? He’d hated every goddamned minute of it when he’d been with Grant that last year they’d been together, at least what he remembered of it—but with Blake? He could only imagine it would be so much better. Giving himself to Blake was definitely on the cards before this weekend was over.

  With his soapy hands, Blake caressed Jordan’s chest and abs then went lower to grasp his aching erection, massaging the hard, pulsing flesh, bringing him close, so close. It took all Jordan’s self-control to force himself back from the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm him. He turned in Blake’s arms, kissed him and murmured, “You have to get my back, too.”

  “Right.” Blake returned the kiss, the sensuous touch of his lips and tongue sending Jordan even closer to the edge. Blake soaped up his hands, handed the bar to Josh then pushed his way back into Jordan’s embrace. Jordan ran his hands up and down the length of Blake’s spine. Working up a lather, he slid them over Blake’s perfectly round butt, then teasingly probed his hole with one finger.

  Blake shivered and Jordan smiled then added another finger. He teased Blake’s prostate, manipulating the sensitive gland, bringing soft moans and whimpers from deep in Blake’s throat. Blake writhed in Jordan’s arms, the sensation of his soap-slicked body moving rhythmically, seductively over Jordan’s fevered skin sending searing jolts of desire and lust all through him. He wasn’t going to hold out much longer.

  Oh, yeah… “I’m coming,” he groaned into Blake’s mouth when their lips met yet again, and the warm spray he could feel mingle with his own cum on his belly told him Blake had joined him. Jordan tightened his arms around Blake’s shuddering body and ground their mouths together, swallowing the hot, harsh breaths that pumped from Blake’s heaving chest. They stood for a time, not moving, bodies pressed tightly together, letting the hot water bathe them in its steamy heat.

  “God,” Blake finally whispered. “That’s never happened before. Coming without a hand on my dick, I mean. You’re too sexy for your own good…or is it my own good?”

  “Never been told that before,” Jordan said, chuckling weakly. He eased back a little and ran his hands over his and Blake’s torso, helping the water wash away the vestiges of their semen. After another long kiss, they stepped out of the shower and grabbed their towels from the rack. They dried each other then Blake decided he wanted to shave before they went out hunting for breakfast.

  “We could use the hotel dining room,” Jordan said, “but I was kinda hoping for steak and eggs. I don’t see that on the menu.”

  “Why don’t you call the front desk while I’m shaving and ask if there’s a diner nearby that does steak and eggs?”

  “Okay, good idea.” He left Blake in the bathroom, took a clean pair of boxer briefs from his bag and slipped them on. He was just about to pick up the room phone when his cell rang. A glance at the screen told him it was his brother. “Hey, Paul, how’s it goin’?”

  “Not good, Jordan. Sorry, but I had to call you. Grant’s gonna be released in a week’s time.”

  “What?” Jordan’s stomach felt as if it had dropped to his knees. “When was this decided? Who decided this?”

  “The doctors in charge. They said he’d progressed well enough to be released and if he took his meds on a regular basis, he’d be fine.”

  “Shit.” Jordan couldn’t believe it. No way could Grant be cured. No fucking way. The man is a total sociopath and alcoholic, and borderline insane. “How do you know this? Did they call you?”

  “No, I was there visiting and they asked me to come into the office and laid the news on me. I argued, but th
ey gave me those, ‘who the fuck are you to question our decision?’ dirty looks. See, there’s no family members to question their decision. You and I have no say in this, according to them.”

  “So, they’re releasing him to where? Did they set something up or is he just supposed to wander the streets?”

  “They said something about a halfway house.”

  Jordan groaned. “Oh my God, Paul. He’s gonna come looking for me. I can’t have him fucking up my life again, not now that I have a real chance of starting over.”

  “I hear you. And he did ask how where you were and what you were doing. I didn’t tell him anything about your new job. Just said you were okay.” Paul sighed. “Don’t worry, bro. I’ll keep you up to date about what’s happening. If things get hairy, you can always take out a restraining order.”

  “I just don’t want him anywhere near the ranch, or Blake.”

  “Blake?”

  “Yeah.” Jordan lowered his voice. “A guy I’m seeing. I’m with him right now. He came in from San Francisco for the weekend…and this news… Shit. I don’t want him involved in any of this. Dammit, Paul. You couldn’t have called with worse news.”

  “Sorry…”

  “No, no, I’m not blaming you, you know that. It’s just that things have been good, but I should’ve known it couldn’t last. Grant had to rear his ugly head at some point. I was being naïve, thinking that six months of silence was the end of it.” He looked up when Blake came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel wrapped around his hips and looking like the most fuckable human on the planet. “I gotta go, Paul. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

  “Okay. Stay calm. We’ll beat this yet. Bye.”

  “Bye.” Jordan hung up and tried to put a bright smile on his face, but if the expression on Blake’s face was anything to go by, he had failed, big time.