PRIVATE DANCER
Title: Private Dancer
Pairing: Ennis/Jack
Genre: One-shot LoveFest AU/AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We know the drill.
Story summary: Jack Twist is a talented stripper who has a secret admirer. One night he is invited to join his admirer in his truck and Jack's life is changed forever.
Warning: Older/younger male relationship. Not much kink in this one...well except for the playing of a beer bottle. (laughing)
Feedback: Its what I live for!
The black Speedos were too tight for me to begin with - I buy them one size too small. I inched them up my thighs till my cock hung over the tight elastic like a fat salami with part of the meat sucked out. It felt good dangling free like that.
“Hey guys,” I said. Ryan and Dusty glanced over from the mirror. “Think I should go out like this tonight?” I wagged the semi-hard heavy meat back and forth.
“You wish,” smirked Ryan who couldn’t help licking his lips.
“You know the city’s ordinance,” Dusty said. “We can’t show our cocks or balls. So knock it off. I need this job.”
He went back to adjusting his jockstrap so that a few blond curls of pubic hair showed on either side just so.
“Calm down Dustin,” I said. “Just pulling your chain.”
I needed this job, too. All three of us was in college and unlike our fellow classmates who came from wealth, we come from working class people. Dusty got me into this after telling me with my well-tone, athletic physique I could pull in a truck load of tips at the exclusive private men club he strips at. Salary is shit here but the tips are awesome. I was doubtful until I pulled in over $500 in tips my first night. Today I’m avenging over $750 a night. Multiple that with me working here up to 4 or 6 days a week and how much I have to pay for college you will understand this job is one of the best things to happen to me.
I flipped the flaccid flesh-puppet into the nylon pouch, which snapped shut just low enough to give a hint of pubes. I adjusted my nuts and tugged my cock to the left side under the taut fabric. I pulled on my super tight cut-off jeans, which was also one size too small and eased into the skintight tank top, then stepped into my boots. I checked the mirror. My nipples and washboard abs showed through the thin, ribbed shirt. Perfect.
There was knock on the dressing room door. “You guys decent?”
“No,” we answered in unison.
Eliot, the manager, poked his head in. “Oh wow you fellows are so funny,” rolling his eyes. “OK, Ryan, you’re up. Dusty, you follow.”
“What about me?” I said.
“Jack…” He scanned his clipboard. “Thirty minutes.”
“Cool. Got a pack house tonight?”
“You know it, and oh, this is for you.” He handed me a slip of paper. “From your admirer.” He winked and disappeared.
The note was written neatly on the back of what looked like a feed store receipt. It simply said: “I’m in the parking lot. ’97 Ford pick up. Hope you can come out and say hi. Ennis Del Mar.”
There was no question who the note was from. So Ennis is his name.
**********
He’d sat at his favorite spot at the end of the runway. Twice a month he makes his appearance and it’s quite obvious that I’m the attraction he has come to see and every time he sees me he greets me with a shy smile as he uses the brim of his cowboy hat to play peekaboo with me until he was sure I didn’t mind his stare. He has adorable written all over him.
Unlike the other patrons: power brokers, businessmen, and in general men who clearly had money to burn, my admirer is the odd man out. Ruggedly handsome I’m guessing he is in his mid to late thirties. His hair was of cornstalk that highlighted his honeysuckle, soulful eyes. Unlike the other men who sported business suit or overpriced causal attire, my admirer was the Marlboro Man come to life in his matter of dress, which was the same with every visit. A plain, simple white long-sleeve shirt and faded but well pressed blue jeans that hugged beautifully around his graceful legs and thighs. In fact his entire body was most desirable. Strong and lean it was obvious he has never seen a barbell in his life. No, his scrupled physique came by hard work on a farm or ranch, which only made his body that more admirable. The whole image was topped off with him wearing a well-used cowboy hat that he never takes off.
No he isn’t a rich man, but it never stops me from noticing by his appearance he’s probably wearing his Sunday best and apparently he is doing it for me. How can you not be flattered? Despite moments when it was clear he felt uncomfortable being here, overall he exuded a quiet masculine grace and confidence that easily made him the only REAL MAN in the room.
He wrapped his lips around the opening of his long-necked beer bottle as I danced in his direction. The music was smooth and sensuous and I moved accordingly. I stopped in front of him, turned, and thrust my butt back while I unzipped my jeans. I ground my hips as I peeled the shorts down and stepped out of them. I turned to stare down at him. He didn’t look away. Those amber eyes were completely fixated on me. He took another swig of beer and placed his free hand on the erection that was growing down his trouser leg.
He nodded his head and grinned as I stripped off the tight top and swung it around my head. He tapped his fingers to the music against his denim-clad boner. I tossed the shirt to him and he caught it. He brought it to his face and inhaled.
I was already completely erect, and to call his attention to that I knelt on the runway before him, getting as close to the edge as I could without falling into his lap. I touched the head of my boner and ran my fingers down its length under the Speedos’ nylon. He mirrored the action on his own crotch. A wet spot appeared on the denim where the tip was.
I swung around and flexed my butt muscles in unison, then one at a time. I inched the suit down to tease him with a peek of my crack, then pulled it up and down a few times before yanking it low enough to expose both cheeks. I grabbed a handful of each one and pulled them apart to show him the fuzzy nest around the bud but, mindful of the ordinance, not far enough to let my balls swing into play. I gave him a few seconds of that view before I spun around to face him again. He was still strumming his boner smiling sweetly. I grinned back this time.
He took another swallow of beer and placed the bottle carefully on the runway in front of me as though offering me a drink. He raised an eyebrow in anticipation.
I gyrated around again, bringing my ass down in the direction of the bottle a couple times but raising up before I made contact. I flexed each butt melon as I began a final slow and deliberate squat. I inched the bathing suit down as I brought my hole closer and closer to the glistening brown glass, getting playfully close to the tip a couple times but just missing it. On the third squat I felt the bottle’s cold mouth against my hole, and I let it rest there.
I heard his “Oh, God” even over the music. I pushed. It popped into me. I kept pressing down till I’d fucked the neck of it all the way up my ass. Dropping onto my hands and knees, I raised my butt up in the air and crawled on the runway like a horny dog, wagging the bottle back and forth like a tail. There were audible gasps and cheers from elsewhere in the room, but I wasn’t doing it for them. I gave him a few minutes more before I turned back around in his direction and rose to my knees. I took every bit of anal muscle I had not to let the bottle slip out.
Ennis’ mouth hung open in delighted disbelief. I squatted again, letting the bottom of the bottle rest on the runway, relaxing my muscles back there enough to let it slowly slide out of me. It exited my hole with a loud slurping noise like a guy makes when he’s eating you out and really getting into it.
I looked down to see the bottle sitting upright on the runway - I hadn’t spilled a drop. And I didn’t let go of Ennis’ eyes as I gyrated. He reached for the bottle and brought it to his lips. He ran his tongue around the head, licking it like a dick before chugging the remaining contents down in one swallow. He wiped his lips on the back of his hand. His eyes were dark with hunger.
My number was nearly over. I danced back up the runway as Eliot’s voice came over the sound system: “And that was sexy Jack Twist. Let’s give him a big hand.” But Ennis was the only one clapping and whistling.
Only then did I realize that I’d ignored every other man in the crowded room - extremely bad conduct for a stripper - and as a result there wasn’t a single bill stuffed into my boots. Lost myself some serious money for this act but I’ll make it up for the next performance later in the evening. Besides it was worth it for my cowboy admirer. Ennis tossed my shirt back to me, and I caught it. He waved at me as I slipped before the curtain before noticing he was drawing attention to himself which made his cheeks red as he covered his eyes once again with the brim of his hat.
**********
I tuck Ennis’ note in my pocket. I figured it couldn’t hurt to sneak out to the parking lot and “say hi,” as he put it.
With only one pick up in the lot, he was easy to spot. As I approached, the driver’s side window descended to reveal his handsome mug.
“Hi,” I said. “You must be Ennis.”
He reached out to shake my hand.
“Yessir.” The voice was deep but surprising gentle. “I sure did like you dance. What you did with that bottle…holy fuck!” His eyes suddenly became extremely bashful. The man just couldn’t help but be adorable.
“Thanks. My name’s Jack. I should tell you that I don’t do sex for cash, Ennis.”
He looked away. “Oh no, I…I don’t think of you that way at all.” His cheeks reddened almost as if suddenly ashamed and embarrassed. “I really just wondered if you’d like to hop in and chat.”
I looked him over. I did have half an hour free, and something about those big brown eyes drew me to him and I knew I would be safe. “OK” I said and walked around to the passenger side of the pick up and slid onto the broad bench beside him. “You’re not from around here, I take it.”
His hand rested on the erection in his jeans, which didn’t seem to have deflated. There was undeniable activity in my own crotch. He cleared his throat. “Got me a horse ranch north from here, about an two hours’ drive.”
“Live with your family?”
“Nope. Parents killed in a car crash when I was young. Two siblings: a sister and brother. Have their own family. Live alone.” He looked down in the direction of his zipper. “Don’t get into the big city much.”
“I’ll bet you don’t,” I replied. I let my hand move across the seat in his direction. “Must get lonely out there.”
He raised his eyes to mine. It seemed like he was struggling to say something that wouldn’t come out. “Sure enough,” was all he said. He looked away almost sadly.
A whole story arose in my mind: This sweet, quiet handsome cowboy on some ranch, lonely unable to find any companion out there in the rural area of our state. He probably didn’t even know that he’d be the hottest ticket around if he lived in the city. I touched his cheek. He took my hand and softly kissed the palm.
“Well you’re not alone right now, eh, Ennis?” I took his face in my hands and brought it toward me. His lips were surprising hot and soft; they danced delicately against mine. I slipped my tongue between them as I fumbled with his belt buckle. I found the zipper and opened his fly. He reached in and pulled out the boner. I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear as he guided my hand toward the thick shaft.
I gripped it tight. Our tongues wrestled a while. I took a break to rest my forehead against his and got my first vision of his penis. The man was sporting quite an impressive slice of meat. Yeah he was definitely bigger and longer then a breadbox. The head was a plump flesh helmet and the girth of the shift match it huge size. A big drop of dick honey balanced precariously in the slit.
He moaned a bit when I peeled his shirt off, his volume increasing as I kissed my way down his neck toward his lean torso. Light fur dusted his pecs. His nipples were circles of silky fresh, soft and big as quarters. I sucked the left one into my mouth, and a tiny hard nub arose in its center. I tongued the emerging bud.
“Bite it,” he whispered. “Please.”
My first nibble elicited a grateful grunt. I bit harder and grabbed his cock, wet with his sticky drip. I alternated bites with gentle licking. Each time my teeth clamped down his prick surged in my hand. His left hand played with his other nipple his right caressed the back of my head while I worked him. I ran my fingers around his swollen cock head, playing with the stream of pre-cum.
He pushed on my head tentatively, hinting rather then demanding I go down on him. I licked my way across the hard flesh of his abs - till my head hit the steering wheel. We laughed. A blowjob wasn’t going to happen in that position. We exchanged places on the seat. By the time I’d shed my shorts and bathing suits he was completely naked.
He learned back against the passenger-side armrest. His boner curved up hard toward and past his navel, leaving his nuts exposed and vulnerable, a set of low-hangers resting heavy against the vinyl. As I brought my face toward them I got a sharp blast of his sex, which was strong, saved from raunchiness only by a lingering hint of soap and the faint aroma of something like new-mown hay. I applied my lips to his left nut and drew it in gently. He let out a low growl. I let it go and repeated the act with the right one. He liked that even better.
He moved his hand back onto my head so he could stroke my hair as I sucked. I let the ball slip out and ran my tongue along the bottom of the textured shaft. Halfway up I met the descending drip of his salty-sweet pre-cum. I followed the trail to the tip and licked the juice off it before slipping my mouth over the head. He grunted again when I started to force the big piece down my gullet. I sucked it with long, steady strokes, burying my face in his wiry pubes on each trip down.
I felt him getting close to coming after just a few slurps. It was too soon - for him as well.
“Wait - wait a minute,” he said. I looked up at him. “Not so quick, OK?”
I let the rod pop out of my mouth and I smiled. “Not a problem.”
“Sit up,” he said. I leaned back against the other door. He looked almost demure as he brought his mouth toward my ass hole. It twitched at the touch of his lips. His first kisses down there were gentle, exploratory. He licked it back and forth, up and down, like it was his favorite flavor of ice cream.
He ate me like that for a good 10 minutes and by the time he rose up off me I was delirious. Running his finger around the swollen ring of my butt he regarded me with a sweetly suppliant smile.
“Can I fuck you?” he asked, tapping the wet ring muscle. I pulsed it on his finger a few times rather than saying yes.
He reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a condom and handed it to me. “You do it,” he said.
I bit open the wrapper and slipped it into my mouth. Going down on his hard arousal I sensuously sucked the condom onto the thick girth using my saliva to further lubricate the rubber. I had the desired effect, as I looked into amazed, disbelieving brown eyes lusting after me as his body trembled with excitement.
“Thank you,” he said.
Removing my mouth, I grabbed my thighs and lifted my legs as high as I could. “You’re welcome.”
It took a few seconds for him to find a workable position, but when he did I felt the head pressing against my twitching rosebud. I braced myself as my pucker stretched open to allow him in. His first thrust was restrained but firm, a slow scraping against that thing inside that registers debilitating pleasure. He picked up the pace. My guts tingled on that spot you ride between pleasure and pain, where you don’t know or care which it is just so long as it doesn’t stop. A tear fell from my eye and mixed with the perspiration running down my face.
I grabbed his shoulders and brought him close to me as he wrapped his arms tightly around me - God it felt good having his weight on top of me. He began sucking my neck as I nibbled on his ear with my fingers entangled in his soft hair. He plowed me for ten solid incredible minutes straight, our sweat-lubed bodies slipping and sliding against each other in the overheated cab. The way he went after me was indescribable. Robust and powerful and yet intensely caressing, he used his tool with expert skills leaving me whimpering and sighing like a puppy. Each time he pulled out there was an intoxicating sensation of release along with an immediate, urgent aching need for another thrust. My toes curled up and my eyes were rolling in the back of my head. I wanted - hell needed - him to consume me like this for the rest of my life. Shit, I’ve never felt this well fucked before. No question about it, this shy, sweet cowboy was a walking piece of stud. But sadly all good things must come to an end.
“You feel sooo goooood!!” his voice was strain.
He thrust in so hard his pubes scoured my crack. His body tensed and shuddered. I felt dick pulsing and shooting deep inside as a sensation building in my guts moved to my clenched nut sac. My abs cramped. I screamed as a gusher of sperm shot out of me to decorate the bottom of his chin. He held himself in me till we both stopped shooting, rocking in and out just an inch or so as the spasming subsided. Only after we both quit shaking did he carefully ease out.
His prick was, incredibly, still hard. He rolled the rubber off without letting a drop of semen escape, tied it in a knot, and placed it into a trash bag hanging from the cigarette lighter. He grabbed a pack of tissues from the glove compartment and wiped the mess from my belly. Ennis grinned like a naughty kid, stealing little kisses from me, as he got dressed. Damn if he ain’t cute. We awkwardly worked ourselves around till he was back on the driver’s side.
I slipped into my shorts but skipped the Speedo. More comfortable without it, especially since I was also still semi-erect. I glanced at my watch. “Fuck!”
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I was supposed to be on 15 minutes ago. You made me lose track of time, Ennis.”
“Oh,” he spoke in a small voice with his eyes down. “Sorry Jack. Maybe if you hurry…”
“Nope. If you miss your curtain time you’re fired. That’s the rule. ‘There are plenty of other pretty boys who can do this job’ That’s what Eliot’s always says.”
“Ain’t nobody as fine looking as you, I bet.” He shot me the kind of adoring look you don’t often get from a casual fuck. Actually I couldn’t remember when I’d last been looked at like that and boy did it warm my heart.
“That’s sweet of you to say, Ennis. But I’m afraid I’m out of a job.”
“Probably wishin’ you didn’t come out here, huh?”
I stared into his eyes. There was such gentle warmth surrounded by strong masculinity. He was a splendid combination of strength and kindness. I couldn’t help but think I probably was the first man he has ever been with and the idea of being his first momentarily made me forget losing the job. Hell I have enough saved up to finish out my last year of college.
“I really am sorry.” He still had a few drops of my jism on his chin. I grabbed my Speedo from the floor of the cab and wiped it off. He touched my cheek and let his finger stay a moment. “Hey, how’d you like to go for a ride?”
“Where to?”
“To my ranch. I would like for you to see it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said to him smiling.
“We’ll be there by sunrise. Like I said it’s a horse ranch. Ain’t that large but I do alright. Can proudly say I will never be in the poor house.” He wasn’t kidding. “It’s really pretty there at sunrise. You’ll see.”
I don’t know why I said yes. Must’ve been the same impulse that inclined me to get into the truck with him in the first place. Or maybe it was just those big melting honeysuckle eyes.
He started the engine, popped the clutch, and we were off. His free hand crept nervously at first over my shoulder resting his fingers there. When he realized I didn’t flinched, he pulled me closer to him until I rested my head on his shoulder. He laughed when I took the Speedos and hung them from the rearview mirror.
They dangle from a nail over the stable door these days. Ennis will glance up at them while working his horses and get that wicked, bashful grin on his face. Occasionally I’ll put them on and do a dance for him - usually on our anniversary.
-END-
Pairing: Ennis/Jack
Genre: One-shot LoveFest AU/AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We know the drill.
Story summary: Jack Twist is a talented stripper who has a secret admirer. One night he is invited to join his admirer in his truck and Jack's life is changed forever.
Warning: Older/younger male relationship. Not much kink in this one...well except for the playing of a beer bottle. (laughing)
Feedback: Its what I live for!
The black Speedos were too tight for me to begin with - I buy them one size too small. I inched them up my thighs till my cock hung over the tight elastic like a fat salami with part of the meat sucked out. It felt good dangling free like that.
“Hey guys,” I said. Ryan and Dusty glanced over from the mirror. “Think I should go out like this tonight?” I wagged the semi-hard heavy meat back and forth.
“You wish,” smirked Ryan who couldn’t help licking his lips.
“You know the city’s ordinance,” Dusty said. “We can’t show our cocks or balls. So knock it off. I need this job.”
He went back to adjusting his jockstrap so that a few blond curls of pubic hair showed on either side just so.
“Calm down Dustin,” I said. “Just pulling your chain.”
I needed this job, too. All three of us was in college and unlike our fellow classmates who came from wealth, we come from working class people. Dusty got me into this after telling me with my well-tone, athletic physique I could pull in a truck load of tips at the exclusive private men club he strips at. Salary is shit here but the tips are awesome. I was doubtful until I pulled in over $500 in tips my first night. Today I’m avenging over $750 a night. Multiple that with me working here up to 4 or 6 days a week and how much I have to pay for college you will understand this job is one of the best things to happen to me.
I flipped the flaccid flesh-puppet into the nylon pouch, which snapped shut just low enough to give a hint of pubes. I adjusted my nuts and tugged my cock to the left side under the taut fabric. I pulled on my super tight cut-off jeans, which was also one size too small and eased into the skintight tank top, then stepped into my boots. I checked the mirror. My nipples and washboard abs showed through the thin, ribbed shirt. Perfect.
There was knock on the dressing room door. “You guys decent?”
“No,” we answered in unison.
Eliot, the manager, poked his head in. “Oh wow you fellows are so funny,” rolling his eyes. “OK, Ryan, you’re up. Dusty, you follow.”
“What about me?” I said.
“Jack…” He scanned his clipboard. “Thirty minutes.”
“Cool. Got a pack house tonight?”
“You know it, and oh, this is for you.” He handed me a slip of paper. “From your admirer.” He winked and disappeared.
The note was written neatly on the back of what looked like a feed store receipt. It simply said: “I’m in the parking lot. ’97 Ford pick up. Hope you can come out and say hi. Ennis Del Mar.”
There was no question who the note was from. So Ennis is his name.
**********
He’d sat at his favorite spot at the end of the runway. Twice a month he makes his appearance and it’s quite obvious that I’m the attraction he has come to see and every time he sees me he greets me with a shy smile as he uses the brim of his cowboy hat to play peekaboo with me until he was sure I didn’t mind his stare. He has adorable written all over him.
Unlike the other patrons: power brokers, businessmen, and in general men who clearly had money to burn, my admirer is the odd man out. Ruggedly handsome I’m guessing he is in his mid to late thirties. His hair was of cornstalk that highlighted his honeysuckle, soulful eyes. Unlike the other men who sported business suit or overpriced causal attire, my admirer was the Marlboro Man come to life in his matter of dress, which was the same with every visit. A plain, simple white long-sleeve shirt and faded but well pressed blue jeans that hugged beautifully around his graceful legs and thighs. In fact his entire body was most desirable. Strong and lean it was obvious he has never seen a barbell in his life. No, his scrupled physique came by hard work on a farm or ranch, which only made his body that more admirable. The whole image was topped off with him wearing a well-used cowboy hat that he never takes off.
No he isn’t a rich man, but it never stops me from noticing by his appearance he’s probably wearing his Sunday best and apparently he is doing it for me. How can you not be flattered? Despite moments when it was clear he felt uncomfortable being here, overall he exuded a quiet masculine grace and confidence that easily made him the only REAL MAN in the room.
He wrapped his lips around the opening of his long-necked beer bottle as I danced in his direction. The music was smooth and sensuous and I moved accordingly. I stopped in front of him, turned, and thrust my butt back while I unzipped my jeans. I ground my hips as I peeled the shorts down and stepped out of them. I turned to stare down at him. He didn’t look away. Those amber eyes were completely fixated on me. He took another swig of beer and placed his free hand on the erection that was growing down his trouser leg.
He nodded his head and grinned as I stripped off the tight top and swung it around my head. He tapped his fingers to the music against his denim-clad boner. I tossed the shirt to him and he caught it. He brought it to his face and inhaled.
I was already completely erect, and to call his attention to that I knelt on the runway before him, getting as close to the edge as I could without falling into his lap. I touched the head of my boner and ran my fingers down its length under the Speedos’ nylon. He mirrored the action on his own crotch. A wet spot appeared on the denim where the tip was.
I swung around and flexed my butt muscles in unison, then one at a time. I inched the suit down to tease him with a peek of my crack, then pulled it up and down a few times before yanking it low enough to expose both cheeks. I grabbed a handful of each one and pulled them apart to show him the fuzzy nest around the bud but, mindful of the ordinance, not far enough to let my balls swing into play. I gave him a few seconds of that view before I spun around to face him again. He was still strumming his boner smiling sweetly. I grinned back this time.
He took another swallow of beer and placed the bottle carefully on the runway in front of me as though offering me a drink. He raised an eyebrow in anticipation.
I gyrated around again, bringing my ass down in the direction of the bottle a couple times but raising up before I made contact. I flexed each butt melon as I began a final slow and deliberate squat. I inched the bathing suit down as I brought my hole closer and closer to the glistening brown glass, getting playfully close to the tip a couple times but just missing it. On the third squat I felt the bottle’s cold mouth against my hole, and I let it rest there.
I heard his “Oh, God” even over the music. I pushed. It popped into me. I kept pressing down till I’d fucked the neck of it all the way up my ass. Dropping onto my hands and knees, I raised my butt up in the air and crawled on the runway like a horny dog, wagging the bottle back and forth like a tail. There were audible gasps and cheers from elsewhere in the room, but I wasn’t doing it for them. I gave him a few minutes more before I turned back around in his direction and rose to my knees. I took every bit of anal muscle I had not to let the bottle slip out.
Ennis’ mouth hung open in delighted disbelief. I squatted again, letting the bottom of the bottle rest on the runway, relaxing my muscles back there enough to let it slowly slide out of me. It exited my hole with a loud slurping noise like a guy makes when he’s eating you out and really getting into it.
I looked down to see the bottle sitting upright on the runway - I hadn’t spilled a drop. And I didn’t let go of Ennis’ eyes as I gyrated. He reached for the bottle and brought it to his lips. He ran his tongue around the head, licking it like a dick before chugging the remaining contents down in one swallow. He wiped his lips on the back of his hand. His eyes were dark with hunger.
My number was nearly over. I danced back up the runway as Eliot’s voice came over the sound system: “And that was sexy Jack Twist. Let’s give him a big hand.” But Ennis was the only one clapping and whistling.
Only then did I realize that I’d ignored every other man in the crowded room - extremely bad conduct for a stripper - and as a result there wasn’t a single bill stuffed into my boots. Lost myself some serious money for this act but I’ll make it up for the next performance later in the evening. Besides it was worth it for my cowboy admirer. Ennis tossed my shirt back to me, and I caught it. He waved at me as I slipped before the curtain before noticing he was drawing attention to himself which made his cheeks red as he covered his eyes once again with the brim of his hat.
**********
I tuck Ennis’ note in my pocket. I figured it couldn’t hurt to sneak out to the parking lot and “say hi,” as he put it.
With only one pick up in the lot, he was easy to spot. As I approached, the driver’s side window descended to reveal his handsome mug.
“Hi,” I said. “You must be Ennis.”
He reached out to shake my hand.
“Yessir.” The voice was deep but surprising gentle. “I sure did like you dance. What you did with that bottle…holy fuck!” His eyes suddenly became extremely bashful. The man just couldn’t help but be adorable.
“Thanks. My name’s Jack. I should tell you that I don’t do sex for cash, Ennis.”
He looked away. “Oh no, I…I don’t think of you that way at all.” His cheeks reddened almost as if suddenly ashamed and embarrassed. “I really just wondered if you’d like to hop in and chat.”
I looked him over. I did have half an hour free, and something about those big brown eyes drew me to him and I knew I would be safe. “OK” I said and walked around to the passenger side of the pick up and slid onto the broad bench beside him. “You’re not from around here, I take it.”
His hand rested on the erection in his jeans, which didn’t seem to have deflated. There was undeniable activity in my own crotch. He cleared his throat. “Got me a horse ranch north from here, about an two hours’ drive.”
“Live with your family?”
“Nope. Parents killed in a car crash when I was young. Two siblings: a sister and brother. Have their own family. Live alone.” He looked down in the direction of his zipper. “Don’t get into the big city much.”
“I’ll bet you don’t,” I replied. I let my hand move across the seat in his direction. “Must get lonely out there.”
He raised his eyes to mine. It seemed like he was struggling to say something that wouldn’t come out. “Sure enough,” was all he said. He looked away almost sadly.
A whole story arose in my mind: This sweet, quiet handsome cowboy on some ranch, lonely unable to find any companion out there in the rural area of our state. He probably didn’t even know that he’d be the hottest ticket around if he lived in the city. I touched his cheek. He took my hand and softly kissed the palm.
“Well you’re not alone right now, eh, Ennis?” I took his face in my hands and brought it toward me. His lips were surprising hot and soft; they danced delicately against mine. I slipped my tongue between them as I fumbled with his belt buckle. I found the zipper and opened his fly. He reached in and pulled out the boner. I noticed he wasn’t wearing any underwear as he guided my hand toward the thick shaft.
I gripped it tight. Our tongues wrestled a while. I took a break to rest my forehead against his and got my first vision of his penis. The man was sporting quite an impressive slice of meat. Yeah he was definitely bigger and longer then a breadbox. The head was a plump flesh helmet and the girth of the shift match it huge size. A big drop of dick honey balanced precariously in the slit.
He moaned a bit when I peeled his shirt off, his volume increasing as I kissed my way down his neck toward his lean torso. Light fur dusted his pecs. His nipples were circles of silky fresh, soft and big as quarters. I sucked the left one into my mouth, and a tiny hard nub arose in its center. I tongued the emerging bud.
“Bite it,” he whispered. “Please.”
My first nibble elicited a grateful grunt. I bit harder and grabbed his cock, wet with his sticky drip. I alternated bites with gentle licking. Each time my teeth clamped down his prick surged in my hand. His left hand played with his other nipple his right caressed the back of my head while I worked him. I ran my fingers around his swollen cock head, playing with the stream of pre-cum.
He pushed on my head tentatively, hinting rather then demanding I go down on him. I licked my way across the hard flesh of his abs - till my head hit the steering wheel. We laughed. A blowjob wasn’t going to happen in that position. We exchanged places on the seat. By the time I’d shed my shorts and bathing suits he was completely naked.
He learned back against the passenger-side armrest. His boner curved up hard toward and past his navel, leaving his nuts exposed and vulnerable, a set of low-hangers resting heavy against the vinyl. As I brought my face toward them I got a sharp blast of his sex, which was strong, saved from raunchiness only by a lingering hint of soap and the faint aroma of something like new-mown hay. I applied my lips to his left nut and drew it in gently. He let out a low growl. I let it go and repeated the act with the right one. He liked that even better.
He moved his hand back onto my head so he could stroke my hair as I sucked. I let the ball slip out and ran my tongue along the bottom of the textured shaft. Halfway up I met the descending drip of his salty-sweet pre-cum. I followed the trail to the tip and licked the juice off it before slipping my mouth over the head. He grunted again when I started to force the big piece down my gullet. I sucked it with long, steady strokes, burying my face in his wiry pubes on each trip down.
I felt him getting close to coming after just a few slurps. It was too soon - for him as well.
“Wait - wait a minute,” he said. I looked up at him. “Not so quick, OK?”
I let the rod pop out of my mouth and I smiled. “Not a problem.”
“Sit up,” he said. I leaned back against the other door. He looked almost demure as he brought his mouth toward my ass hole. It twitched at the touch of his lips. His first kisses down there were gentle, exploratory. He licked it back and forth, up and down, like it was his favorite flavor of ice cream.
He ate me like that for a good 10 minutes and by the time he rose up off me I was delirious. Running his finger around the swollen ring of my butt he regarded me with a sweetly suppliant smile.
“Can I fuck you?” he asked, tapping the wet ring muscle. I pulsed it on his finger a few times rather than saying yes.
He reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a condom and handed it to me. “You do it,” he said.
I bit open the wrapper and slipped it into my mouth. Going down on his hard arousal I sensuously sucked the condom onto the thick girth using my saliva to further lubricate the rubber. I had the desired effect, as I looked into amazed, disbelieving brown eyes lusting after me as his body trembled with excitement.
“Thank you,” he said.
Removing my mouth, I grabbed my thighs and lifted my legs as high as I could. “You’re welcome.”
It took a few seconds for him to find a workable position, but when he did I felt the head pressing against my twitching rosebud. I braced myself as my pucker stretched open to allow him in. His first thrust was restrained but firm, a slow scraping against that thing inside that registers debilitating pleasure. He picked up the pace. My guts tingled on that spot you ride between pleasure and pain, where you don’t know or care which it is just so long as it doesn’t stop. A tear fell from my eye and mixed with the perspiration running down my face.
I grabbed his shoulders and brought him close to me as he wrapped his arms tightly around me - God it felt good having his weight on top of me. He began sucking my neck as I nibbled on his ear with my fingers entangled in his soft hair. He plowed me for ten solid incredible minutes straight, our sweat-lubed bodies slipping and sliding against each other in the overheated cab. The way he went after me was indescribable. Robust and powerful and yet intensely caressing, he used his tool with expert skills leaving me whimpering and sighing like a puppy. Each time he pulled out there was an intoxicating sensation of release along with an immediate, urgent aching need for another thrust. My toes curled up and my eyes were rolling in the back of my head. I wanted - hell needed - him to consume me like this for the rest of my life. Shit, I’ve never felt this well fucked before. No question about it, this shy, sweet cowboy was a walking piece of stud. But sadly all good things must come to an end.
“You feel sooo goooood!!” his voice was strain.
He thrust in so hard his pubes scoured my crack. His body tensed and shuddered. I felt dick pulsing and shooting deep inside as a sensation building in my guts moved to my clenched nut sac. My abs cramped. I screamed as a gusher of sperm shot out of me to decorate the bottom of his chin. He held himself in me till we both stopped shooting, rocking in and out just an inch or so as the spasming subsided. Only after we both quit shaking did he carefully ease out.
His prick was, incredibly, still hard. He rolled the rubber off without letting a drop of semen escape, tied it in a knot, and placed it into a trash bag hanging from the cigarette lighter. He grabbed a pack of tissues from the glove compartment and wiped the mess from my belly. Ennis grinned like a naughty kid, stealing little kisses from me, as he got dressed. Damn if he ain’t cute. We awkwardly worked ourselves around till he was back on the driver’s side.
I slipped into my shorts but skipped the Speedo. More comfortable without it, especially since I was also still semi-erect. I glanced at my watch. “Fuck!”
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I was supposed to be on 15 minutes ago. You made me lose track of time, Ennis.”
“Oh,” he spoke in a small voice with his eyes down. “Sorry Jack. Maybe if you hurry…”
“Nope. If you miss your curtain time you’re fired. That’s the rule. ‘There are plenty of other pretty boys who can do this job’ That’s what Eliot’s always says.”
“Ain’t nobody as fine looking as you, I bet.” He shot me the kind of adoring look you don’t often get from a casual fuck. Actually I couldn’t remember when I’d last been looked at like that and boy did it warm my heart.
“That’s sweet of you to say, Ennis. But I’m afraid I’m out of a job.”
“Probably wishin’ you didn’t come out here, huh?”
I stared into his eyes. There was such gentle warmth surrounded by strong masculinity. He was a splendid combination of strength and kindness. I couldn’t help but think I probably was the first man he has ever been with and the idea of being his first momentarily made me forget losing the job. Hell I have enough saved up to finish out my last year of college.
“I really am sorry.” He still had a few drops of my jism on his chin. I grabbed my Speedo from the floor of the cab and wiped it off. He touched my cheek and let his finger stay a moment. “Hey, how’d you like to go for a ride?”
“Where to?”
“To my ranch. I would like for you to see it.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said to him smiling.
“We’ll be there by sunrise. Like I said it’s a horse ranch. Ain’t that large but I do alright. Can proudly say I will never be in the poor house.” He wasn’t kidding. “It’s really pretty there at sunrise. You’ll see.”
I don’t know why I said yes. Must’ve been the same impulse that inclined me to get into the truck with him in the first place. Or maybe it was just those big melting honeysuckle eyes.
He started the engine, popped the clutch, and we were off. His free hand crept nervously at first over my shoulder resting his fingers there. When he realized I didn’t flinched, he pulled me closer to him until I rested my head on his shoulder. He laughed when I took the Speedos and hung them from the rearview mirror.
They dangle from a nail over the stable door these days. Ennis will glance up at them while working his horses and get that wicked, bashful grin on his face. Occasionally I’ll put them on and do a dance for him - usually on our anniversary.
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