Ch27, part 2. TouristBoyz
Title: The Masquerade Series X2 - #27 " TouristBoyz "
Authors: catlover2x and fred_bear aka jennybel75
Chapter: 26 of many.
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Nick/ Greg
Disclaimers: We don't own them, it'd be nice if we did - we really wouldn't get any sleep then!
Summary: Hawaiian shirts, leather skirts, cowboy chaps and a rainy night.
This is a series of Role Plays and Fantasies between the boys. Each will have two parts, 1 for Greg and 1 for Nick, their fantasy being fulfilled by the other. There will be as many parts as we have ideas for. Enjoy!
A/N: Just to let ya'll know we're still having much fun with this, we love each other and have pledged never to date a man born on 9/11 again!
A/N2: Dedicated to kahlualeia in memory of our fun time together in Las Vegas.
X-posted at csi_slash, nickngreg and masqueradex2
It's callin' both of us. Stronger than any fear or doubt,'>
Part Deux: Greg
Greg remembered Archie telling him, “Be careful if you’re going to drive through Texas. It’s not exactly gay friendly or California friendly and you have gay California plates. It’ll be like you’ve painted a target on your butt.”
He remembered laughing and telling Archie he’d be just fine. Famous last words. He didn’t feel so fucking fine right now, stuck under the hood of his car at the side of a lonely road. He knew enough about cars to know that even if he’d had the tools, this wasn’t something he could fix himself. This required parts. And probably a lift.
“Fuck!” He dropped his head between his outstretched arms. He was also in the middle of nowhere and in a dead spot where his cell didn’t work. And the clouds that had been glorious puffs of white against a stellar blue sky were now black and menacing. Obviously karma was paying him back for something.
He heard a vehicle approaching and wondered whether to flag them down or cower inside the car, but reality set in and he realised if he didn’t flag someone down he could be here a very long time. This was the only vehicle he’d seen in over an hour.
He stepped out from behind the hood of the car. A battered, dusty looking truck was approaching and he waved his arms. He hoped he didn’t look too obviously gay; he was wearing baggy jeans and a concert t-shirt. He’d left his jacket in the car when he got out to check the innards of the car.
The truck slowed and Greg wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or alarmed, but he would be on his guard. The truck stopped in front of his car and he suppressed a giggle as he saw the man put on his cowboy hat before he stepped out. If one thing set him apart as a tourist it was the lack of Stetson.
Then he caught his breath. Just his luck, stuck deep in the heart of straight as a die Texas and the hottest cowboy in the history of the earth was coming toward him. Wearing chaps. The worn leather presented the man’s package like a gift. Wrestling his eyes upward, he tried to ignore the narrow hips and broad muscular shoulders but when he saw the white teeth flashing a friendly smile, he warned himself, ‘Down boy. Texas don’t like queers.’
“Run into some trouble?”
Greg opened his mouth and shut it. He’d almost given a smart-ass answer with a tagline of ‘Here’s your sign’ but he managed to check himself. He’d be cruising for a bruising if he wasn’t careful. He wasn’t sure if Texans’ sense of humour matched their sense of tolerance for gays.
Getting himself under control, he said, “Yes. I’m afraid this is going to require some parts and a mechanic.”
“Well, let’s have a look anyway,” the cowboy said in a friendly way and stuck his head under the hood. Shaking his head, he agreed. “Yep, you’re gonna need a tow. Let me try calling the garage.”
“You know the number?” Greg asked, impressed as his historically accurate-looking cowboy pulled out a sleek cell phone.
“Yeah, gotta know the numbers out here. You never know where you’re gonna break down.” The cowboy dialled and listened. “Dead spot. Typical. Well, come on, I’ll give you a lift.”
“Uh, that’s okay. I don’t want to put you out,” Greg murmured. In truth, this cowboy smelled so very good that he wasn’t sure it would be a good idea to be in close quarters with him. Not that he was planning on jumping him or anything. The guy was way buffer than he was, but what if he got a hard on and the cowboy noticed it? Then it would be beat-on-Greg time for sure.
“You could be out here for a while if you just stay put,” the cowboy grinned. “Not too many people drive along this road.”
“Um, okay. Thank you.” Greg let the hood down and retrieved his jacket from the car.
“Don’t worry, I’m a nice guy,” the cowboy said. He held out his hand. “Nick.”
“Greg,” the younger man said. He really jammed his hand into Nick’s and gave as hard and macho a handshake as he could. “Thank you very much.”
“Let’s go.” Nick walked back toward his truck, looking up at the sky. “It’s gonna get nasty. You’re lucky I came along.”
“Um, yeah.” Greg wanted to kick himself. He sounded like an idiot. All he could say was um and uh. “Thanks a lot.”
“Relax, I’m not an axe murderer or anything,” Nick grinned. He hung his hat on a hook at the back of the cab and put the truck in gear, pulling out onto the road. “But this is a lonely stretch. Not too many people live along here.”
“Really?” Greg murmured.
“You could have been here for a while if I hadn’t been out this way. Where you heading anyway?”
“Austin,” Greg answered bravely. “I just wanted to see a bit of Texas while I’m here, not just fly over it.”
“I like that,” Nick said instantly. “Most folks are in such a hurry, they don’t look where they’re at. And there’s a lot to see in Texas. It’s the biggest state in the union.”
“Actually Alaska…” Greg started but trailed off. Nick might not be an axe murderer but one thing he had noticed about people in Texas was that they sure loved their state.
“I know, Alaska is technically the biggest state, but we just like to believe we’re the biggest,” Nick chuckled. “Besides, we have more people, more cows, more cities, more of just about everything except snow and who needs snow?”
“Skiers?” Greg hazarded.
“Right. You ski?”
“I’m more of a… surfer, scuba diver, stuff like that.”
“California, right?” Nick asked, casting a glance at the blonde tipped spikes.
“Um, yeah,” Greg mumbled, mentally kicking himself. Was that the third or fourth um? He was losing track.
Nick chuckled.
Greg peered up at the sky when the first heavy drops splatted on the windshield.
“It’s gonna be a big storm,” Nick remarked calmly. “We’ve been hurting for rain, we can use it. And it should cool it down some.”
“Yeah, I noticed the humidity,” Greg said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity,” Nick intoned wisely.
Greg rolled his eyes, “God I hate that saying; almost as much as ‘Yes, but it’s a dry heat’.”
Nick laughed. “I know what you mean, man. If it’s hot, it’s hot.”
Greg chuckled. The cowboy had gotten what he was saying instantly. Usually his humour tended to sort of float over people’s heads and they didn’t get him. Just in time, he remembered he didn’t want Nick to get him, because then he’d also get that he was gay and probably kick his butt and leave him by the side of the road.
Nick noticed the dimples disappear and sighed. He could see flashes of intelligence every now and then, but for some reason this guy seemed nervous and jerky. He wondered what was going on with him.
Greg asked, “Why are you slowing down? Are we there yet?”
Nick sniggered. “No, we’re not there yet and if you’re not good, you’ll go to bed without supper, young man.”
Greg laughed out loud at that. This cowboy really seemed to have an inside track with him.
Nick continued. “I’m slowing down because I can’t see.” He had turned the windshield wipers on high, but even so, the glass was sheeted with water.
“Where were you going?” Greg asked curiously. He hadn’t seen any houses along this road.
“Home, got a ranch up the road a piece,” Nick answered amiably. “I went to town to get a few things. I was on the way home when I saw you. Although if this keeps up, I think we’re gonna have to stop and wait it out for a while.”
“I think I forgot to thank you,” Greg said, blushing just a little.
Their eyes met fully for the first time and Greg looked away hastily. Eyes are the windows of the soul and he couldn’t be sure his weren’t screaming, ‘Get over here and fuck me right now!’
The cowboy peered up at the darkening sky and chuckled again. “You’ve already thanked me four times by actual count. Why are you so nervous? I’m not gonna eat you.”
‘Damn,’ Greg thought and a dimple popped out while he tried to control his internal giggle. “I guess I never met a real cowboy before,” he said, looking out the window.
“I don’t know how much of a real cowboy I am,” Nick said. “We all just dress like this around here. I’m a vet.”
“Really?” Greg looked him over with interest. “How did you decide on that?”
“Always liked animals and science. Seemed like a good way to combine them,” Nick replied, slowing the truck to turn into a muddy, bumpy road. “There’s just something about seeing an animal in pain and knowing I could help them that gave me the inspiration to get through the course. My mom says I was always bringing home birds, cats and dogs and nursing them back to health.”
“So were you a geek or a jock in high school?” Greg asked, wondering about the man’s awesome physique.
“I played baseball but I was a science nerd. You know, dependable. Not too popular but no one picked on me.”
Greg nodded. If you were a science nerd and good looking, you didn’t get picked on. But if you wore braces and your ears stuck out and you were a science nerd, hello!
“So what do you do? How come you’re going to Austin?”
Hastily revising his immediate answer, which was to attend a gay pride parade with a friend, Greg said, “I’m a writer for a science journal. I was going to visit a friend in Austin.”
“Really? What journal?” Nick asked with interest.
“Forensic Biology.”
“Oh, I get that!” Nick exclaimed. “Are you that Greg Sanders?”
“Um, yeah, I guess,” Greg answered awkwardly, wondering if this incredible man had read his latest article on the genetic probabilities of homosexuality.
“Wow, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve enjoyed your articles.” Nick slowed the truck as he pulled up to a large rustic barn. “Never thought I’d pick up a celebrity on the side of the road.”
“Hardly a celebrity,” Greg murmured in alarm.
Nick switched off the ignition and turned to Greg. “It looks like it going to pour cats and dogs through the night. So we may as well stay here. I can’t really see to drive and I don’t want to go off the road.”
Greg laughed at the ironic reference to cats and dogs; Nick had obviously used that one before. He pulled on his jacket and ran through the rain behind Nick into the open door.
It smelled nice inside the barn, the scent of hay and the rain soaking the thirsty soil combined in a pleasantly earthy way. Greg shivered and pulled his jacket tighter. Nick was right, the rain had cooled it down.
“Isn’t the person who owns the barn going to mind that we camped out here?” he asked hesitantly.
“Nah, he won’t mind. He doesn’t have any animals in it and most folks around here are very hospitable,” Nick answered. He held up a plastic grocery bag. “Got some water and beef jerky. Sorry I can’t offer more than that.”
Greg hadn’t eaten since that morning. “Hey, sounds like a feast to me.”
Nick wrestled a bale of hay off a stack, setting it where they could sit and lean back against the other bales. Greg sat down and wriggled uncomfortably.
“Gee, straw always looks soft in the movies. It’s scratchy.”
Nick handed him a bottle of water and smirked as he tore open the packet of beef jerky. “Things are not always what they seem.”
Greg chewed the salty dried beef and leaned back against the hay behind him, watching the rain fall. It was peaceful, looking out over the sere fields and listening to the rain. And beef jerky was tastier than he would have supposed. He pondered Nick’s statement and decided that although it was true, things were all too often exactly as they appeared.
“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?”
Nick looked at him with an amused look. “I think it’ll rain through the night. But instead of looking at it as stuck, think of it as an opportunity.”
“To do what?” Greg asked.
“Well, I could tell you the true story of the Alamo,” Nick said. He started to speak and Greg found himself enthralled with the history. Nick spoke as if he knew what everyone had been thinking and he told the story from both sides, unlike textbooks at school, which tended toward the notion of Manifest Destiny. It was almost as if Greg could see what actually happened.
It was dark when Nick stopped talking and Greg was cramped from sitting in one position as he listened. “Wow, I never knew any of that.”
“You should go see it.” Nick recommended. “It’s only about two hours south of Austin.” He got up and stretched, before sliding the barn door shut. “Time to bed down, I reckon.” He pulled a flashlight from his pocket and prowled into the darkness, returning with some padded horse blankets.
“Follow me,” he ordered.
Greg watched the tiny point of light disappear as Nick climbed a ladder into the loft. Nick’s head popped over the edge and he grinned. “Come on up, boss. It’ll be warmer up here, heat rises.” He held the flashlight so Greg could see to climb the ladder.
Nimbly, the younger man reached the loft and Nick set the flashlight on the floor to make a nest in the straw. He spread the blankets and flopped down onto one of them, patting the other next to his. “Come on, sleep. We’ll get up early tomorrow and make a break for it.”
Greg froze. He could not take another step. How was he going to lie next to this gorgeous hunk of man all night and not give himself away? What if he got a hard on? What if he rolled into Nick in his sleep and snuggled?
“Greg?” Nick waved his hand.
Greg swallowed nervously. Nick lay on his side, his head propped on one arm as he waved the other. The dim light couldn’t conceal how fucking gorgeous this man was. Greg realised the longer he hesitated, the more suspicious it would look. He dropped to his knees, crawling onto the very furthest edge of the blanket that had been spread out for him.
“Sorry there’s only one blanket for each of us, but as you noticed, the straw is pretty sharp, so I think you’re better off on top of it, rather than under it.”
‘Top. Under.’ Greg shivered as he pictured himself on top of Nick, riding him or under him as Nick thrust into his body. He rolled onto his side, facing away from Nick, his body tense.
The light went out with a click. “Good night,” Nick said cheerfully.
“’Night,” Greg said with a dry mouth.
The sound of the rain on the tin roof soothed him a bit. The other man made some rustling noises as he shifted to get comfortable. Greg clutched at the edge of his blanket, as if it were an anchor, preventing him from sliding toward the other man.
He decided that, tired as he was, he’d have to stay awake all night, to prevent any life-threatening accidental touches. The casual contact that most gay men took for granted with each other strayed into “invading personal space” territory for straight men.
He started on the multiplication tables. It had been so long since he’d recited them by rote, he could no longer just reel them off, so it kept him occupied for a while, to the point where he ignored the fact that he was getting chilled.
When he realised his fingers were cold and his feet becoming blocks of ice, he tried to think of something to occupy himself. He started jiggling, trying to create some warmth while he ignored the alluring scent of the other man. He groaned silently; this was torture. He began to wonder just exactly what it was karma was paying him back for.
Here he was, lying next to the hottest fucking guy he’d ever seen and he was freezing to death, trying to keep his chattering teeth quiet.
He squeaked when a strong arm snaked around him and pulled him back against a solid warm body.
“Get over here,” Nick commanded. “No need for you to freeze your ass off over there.”
‘Ass, he said ass,’ Greg thought in mingled terror and lust as his cock twitched and hardened. “I’m fine,” he hurried to say, struggling feebly to break free. “Just fine.”
“You’re freezing,” Nick said, putting his warm nose on Greg’s cold cheek. “Let me warm you up.” He swept Greg’s blanket over the two of them, wrapping it around the younger man’s shoulders.
Greg stiffened in horror. His cock was getting harder despite his best efforts and he was terrified that this very cool cowboy, on whom his survival depended, might become disgusted with him and kick him off the loft to the stable floor below, sneering at him and leaving him to a cold and lonely death.
“Relax,” a husky voice said, blowing hot air in his ear. “Huddling for warmth is a time-honoured tradition in this country. Called bundling.”
Greg barely heard the words, the tone of voice was downright… seductive? And he became aware of something hard grinding against his ass. He twisted in the cowboy’s arms. “You asshole!” he snapped as he grabbed Nick’s face and crashed their mouths together.
The kiss was messy and heated, lips and teeth and tongue, as they pushed against each other in the first flush of excitement.
Nick broke away and Greg could barely see the gleam of his white teeth in the darkness. “Took you long enough.”
“How the fuck was I supposed to know that you’re gay?” Greg muttered, sliding a leg between Nick’s. He was lost in the perfect way their bodies fit together.
“Talk later,” Nick mumbled as he thrust forward to bring their groins together. He slid his tongue between Greg’s lips, making this kiss a slow exploration.
The heat of their hard shafts grinding against each other melted Greg through his jeans. He hooked his leg around Nick’s thigh, trying to keep them pressed tight together as they humped each other. The cowboy was a really great kisser. In fact if all he’d done was kiss, Greg would have been in the same bewildering and confused state of arousal. The feel of the muscular body he’d been trying to ignore all afternoon against his was driving him crazy.
Suddenly Nick’s tongue was on his neck, licking a hot line from his collar to his ear. Whispering hotly, Nick asked, “Can you feel how hard you make me? I want to touch you.”
Greg thrust against the bulge in Nick’s jeans and panted at the teeth now delicately nibbling his earlobe. “I want to feel you too, fuck! Oh, God, oh yeah…”
Nick kept sucking as he slowly spread Greg’s legs and rolled between them, his weight pinning the younger man to the blanket. “Am I warming you up?”
“Yeah, you’re a hot one all right,” Greg grinned. His smile faded as Nick ground his hips in a circular motion, rubbing his clothed erection against Greg’s. He moved so his thigh was gently massaging Greg’s balls.
“Let me just…” Nick’s voice died away as his hand worked at Greg’s fly. He dipped his head for another sensuous kiss as he worked his hand past the layers of clothing and finally got his first feel of the hot, silky skin.
“Unnnhhh, God!” Greg tore his mouth away, panting at the first touch on his naked skin. “Let me… let me… touch you too…”
Nick rolled to the side, allowing Greg to undo his jeans. He gasped as the younger man pulled the hard shaft out of his boxers. He rolled back on top of Greg, angling his hips so their heated flesh came together, moving his hips in lazy circles.
Greg spread his legs wide, arching up to maintain contact. He felt a hand fumbling at his t-shirt and then sliding up his back, lifting him up and pressing their bodies together. He grabbed the back of Nick’s head, holding him steady to deepen the kiss as they struggled against each other.
Abruptly Nick pulled his hand away and a moment later, Greg felt it on his dick, pressing both their shafts together. He squirmed under the delicious feeling of their throbbing cocks gliding against each other in that hot grip. His organ was weeping copiously and the slickness helped Nick stroke them.
Greg felt the tickle at the base of his spine, the torturous tantalizing feeling that suddenly roared into a glorious orgasm. His hips jerked as he shot his cream over the cowboy’s hand and he cried out.
“Oh God… Oh yeah… Oh…”
The liquid warmth on his hand and cock, but most of all the unbridled sound of the younger man’s pleasure was all it took to push Nick over the edge. He thrust strongly against the cute young man he’d picked up and spurt over his hand.
For a minute, they lay panting against each other. Finally Nick gave a shaky laugh. “Good thing I had some water.” He unwrapped his cramped fingers and Greg let out a low moan as he was released.
Nick took out his handkerchief and wet it, cleaning them both in the dark as well as he was able, both men giggling with the silliness of it.
“I think I may need to change pants before I call a mechanic tomorrow,” Greg said ruefully. His jeans were damp and he was beginning to cool off after the exertion.
“Yeah, maybe it would be better. I got a washer and dryer at my place. We can wash your clothes tomorrow. Don’t worry about it. Get some rest,” Nick said with a sweet kiss.
He pulled Greg into his arms and covered them both with the spare blanket.
Greg had a million questions but suddenly he was too tired to ask. “You have to tell me…”
“Tell you everything tomorrow,” Nick murmured sleepily as they drifted off to sleep.
A ray of sunshine on his face woke Greg early the next morning. Nick was already awake, lying next to him and watching him.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said and leaned forward to kiss the younger man.
Greg looked at him in wonder. In the dim light filtering into the barn, Nick was gorgeous. His tanned face was handsome with the square jaw and dark bedroom eyes, his neck showed strong tendons leading down to the opening of his shirt, even his hands seemed irresistible to Greg.
He opened his mouth to speak, to demand answers but Nick grinned wickedly at him and said suggestively, “Save a horse. Ride a cowboy?”
Whatever he’d been about to ask disappeared from Greg’s mind. “Supplies?”
“Of course.”
“Would you do one thing for me?”
“If it leads to us fucking, sure.”
Greg smacked him. “Would you strip for me and then put your chaps back on?”
Nick threw his head back and laughed. “City boys.” He threw the blanket back and stood up. “You want my hat on too?”
“Yeah.” Greg lay back, his hand slowly stroking his jeans where a bulge was beginning to show. “Show me everything.”
With the confidence of a man who knows he’s in shape, Nick undressed. Not a cheesy striptease, he simply took his clothes off without haste and it was much more seductive than any stripper in a bar could have been. His muscles rippled under his bronzed skin as he moved, glowing in the single shaft of sunlight that poured through a broken board.
Greg’s mouth hung open when Nick took off his jeans and boxers in one movement. His ass was perfect, high and round and muscular. The paleness of it was highlighted by the tanned skin everywhere else.
First Nick put his hat on, then he turned his back and looked over his shoulder teasingly as he bent to step into the chaps, drawing them up his long legs slowly. He secured the buckle and looked back at Greg with a seductive grin. “Like it?”
The perfect round globes of his ass were framed by the leather chaps suspended from the belt that sat low on his hips.
With a growl, Greg knelt behind him, gripping his hips and bit first one, then the other perfect cheek. “Fuck, you are incredible.” He could hear a sharp breath from Nick as his teeth nipped at the smooth skin. “Turn around,” he ordered.
Nick turned, his cock hard and jutting out from between the leather panels of the chaps. Greg took a deep breath, the scent of the other man’s arousal adding to his own. He pressed a hand against his crotch, adjusting his aching hardness.
Nick smiled down at him as Greg’s eyes travelled up his body. The sharply articulated lines of his muscles, the one that led diagonally to his groin, the indent between his abs and swell of his developed pecs, topped with tiny pink nipples, already hard, made him lick his lips hungrily.
He trailed his fingers down Nick’s stomach, following the line to the dark curly hair. The grin faded from Nick’s face and he groaned at the delicate touch. Greg leaned forward and licked over the head of Nick’s cock, moaning at the taste of the pearly drop at the tip.
Before he could take it in his mouth as he was longing to, he was being hauled to his feet. “Strip!” Nick ordered, his voice shaky with desire.
Greg flushed a bit. He was no Adonis like this god standing before him and he didn’t want to disappoint him. “Are you sure? I could just suck-”
“Strip! Right now or I’ll do it for you!” the cowboy threatened.
Tempted as he was by that thought, Greg obediently dropped his jacket in the straw and yanked his t-shirt over his head. He was shaking with arousal, too horny to put on any kind of show like the cowboy had. He staggered when Nick leaped at him, hands holding him steady as the other man took a nipple between his teeth and sucked hard.
His knees weakened and he would have fallen if Nick hadn’t been holding him up. He fumbled at his zipper, trying to undress while Nick sucked.
His hands were knocked out of the way and ruthlessly, his cowboy dragged his pants down to his ankles, pushing him down to land on his ass on the blanket. Nick pulled off shoes, socks, jeans and boxers in one swipe, tossing them aside.
He stood over Greg, stroking his proud member as he smiled at the slender man sprawled with an artless grace on the blanket. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you, city boy,” he said softly.
He stooped and stood up, a tube and square of foil in his hand. “Spread ’em.”
Greg jumped as Nick knelt swiftly over him, but relaxed as the cowboy kissed him. He felt gentle fingers, slick with lube stroke his cock softly. He moaned and arched for more but the hand went lower, expertly caressing his balls and pressing on the perineum. He gasped needily when a finger circled his entrance, spreading his legs wider.
“You look so hot all spread open for me, wanting me,” the cowboy murmured. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
Greg was already moving his hips, trying to get the talented fingers inside him. He panted hard at the moment a finger breached him; the first entry always sent a thrill of painful pleasure through his body. Nick waited patiently until his muscles relaxed before plunging his fingers inside in long smooth strokes.
Within minutes Greg was eagerly thrusting upward, trying to get him to caress his pleasure spot but Nick kept his fingers away, twisting and stroking, but not touching him.
“Not yet,” he crooned, “I want it to be with my cock deep inside you. Then I’ll touch you, I’ll make you scream and leave you wanting more.”
“Oh yeah… fuck me… fuck me now…” Greg pleaded.
Nick admired how his lashes fluttered over the beautiful eyes. He loved it when he got a guy so desperate he was begging to be fucked.
Slowly, teasingly, he withdrew his fingers and Greg moaned with disappointment.
Nick tossed his hat aside and settled himself on the blanket, flat on his back with his dick sticking straight up, hard, and curved. He fumbled with the condom, rolling it on while Greg watched.
“Ride me.”
Greg slowly rolled onto his knees and walked to Nick on them, straddling him, sitting in front of his cock, slowly dragging his own erection over the cowboy’s belly. Two could play this game. He bent as if to kiss Nick but in the last minute, sank his teeth into the cowboy’s nipple, caressing the hard nub with his tongue.
“Damn you, ride my cock!” Nick groaned. He could feel Greg’s cheeks backed up to his cock and tried to slide himself between the other man’s buttocks.
“Easy there, cowboy. I’m on top now.”
“Not for long if you don’t ride me. I’ll just throw you down and tie you up and fuck your brains… ahhh…”
Greg positioned himself over Nick, holding the other man’s cock to line it up with his opening. He let his weight bear down, gasping at the first moment of penetration. He braced both hands on Nick’s solid chest, panting as the other man’s cock stretched him.
Nick waited, watching Greg’s face. He loved the parade of emotion over the beautiful features, pain, pleasure, desire, excitement, impatience and all for him.
Slowly Greg felt his tight muscles relax and the burn melted away. He let himself sink a little further on the spear of flesh distending his entrance. It hurt but that would soon pass, he knew from experience, and soon it would be all pleasure. Finally his cheeks rested against Nick’s hips and the cowboy raised his knees, his feet flat on the floor.
“Ride me now,” he whispered, holding Greg’s gaze. He slid his hands along the slender flanks till he held Greg’s hips.
Slowly, Greg raised himself up and let his weight down again. His eyes fluttered shut with the rapture of feeling so full. Nick’s cock dragged along his prostate, creating ripples of pleasure that spilled over his body. His own cock was hard and erect as he began to move. He leaned forward to kiss Nick, rocking back to drive the cowboy’s cock deeper inside.
Nick raised his hips, thrusting upward into the younger man’s narrow passage. He could never get over how tight a man’s ass felt, there was nothing like it. It was so hot and silky smooth, gripping his cock as if it would never let go.
He wrapped his fingers around Greg’s cock, feeling the jerk the other man gave as he felt it. Greg was lost in exquisite pleasure, all his muscles fluttering as Nick’s cock pumped in and out, and from the pressure of the slick fingers on his hard flesh.
He arched his back, his face dreamy with bliss as he felt the first tickle of his climax build until it became an avalanche, swamping his senses, cascading over his body, his spine flooded with sensation. He threw back his head and moaned as he felt the first surge of his seed flood over Nick’s hand. His movements became erratic as his thighs trembled with the force of it, until the last drop had been wrung from him.
Nick held him steady until he stopped moving.
“Oh. Wow.” Greg fell forward limply, his face buried against Nick’s throat.
Nick held Greg’s hips steady and thrust powerfully up into his limp body until with a grunt he released his seed deep inside his new lover.
Greg felt himself slipping into sleep again. He tried to stay awake but he was too exhausted with pleasure and couldn’t stay conscious, no matter how he tried.
An hour later he awoke and he was alone. He was still naked, lying between the blankets, but alone. Nick’s clothes were gone. There wasn’t even a note. Sadly, he pulled himself together and dressed, clenching his ass to feel the twinge of soreness to prove that it hadn’t all been a dream.
Suddenly a voice called up. “Ready for some coffee, city boy?”
Greg scrambled to the edge of the loft. There was Nick, wearing a white t-shirt tucked into worn jeans with some kind of rodeo belt, cowboy boots and hat. He was grinning.
“Uh, sure,” Greg agreed. Nick stepped over and held onto the ladder as Greg climbed down, trapping the younger man in his arms for a kiss when he reached the ground.
“Sleep well?”
“Oh yeah,” Greg said as Nick took his hand and led him out the door. Following the cowboy as they circled the barn, Greg started when Nick opened the door of a nice looking ranch style house.
“Where are we?” Greg demanded, bewildered. “Whose house is this?”
“It’s mine, so we’re not breaking and entering,” Nick reassured him. He dropped Greg’s hand and went to pour him a cup of coffee. “How do you take it?”
“Black,” Greg answered. He pulled himself together. “You mean… that was your barn we spent the night in?”
“Yep,” Nick said smugly with a twinkle in his eye.
“What the fuck! Why didn’t we just spend the night in your house?”
“Well, if we came in the house, I would have shown you politely to the guest room and then how would I have gotten in your pants?” Nick smirked.
“You could have just asked,” Greg burst out. “You fucker, how did you know I was gay anyway?”
“Sit,” Nick invited. He put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of Greg and another at his place. Toast was already on the table along with some homemade jam. “If you’re a gay man in Texas living in the boonies, you learn to develop the ability to size up a stranger, especially if you want to get laid every six months or so. Don’t worry, you’re not obvious and no one is gonna lynch you.”
“Wow,” Greg said. He heard the loneliness behind the light tone that Nick took. Of course, he was also glad to hear that he wasn’t at risk as he travelled. “You seemed so straight when you first stopped. You know about cars, you drive a truck. You wear chaps.”
Nick flopped his wrist over and adopted an exaggerated gay manner. “Girl knows he looks good, sister,” he lisped.
Greg practically choked with laughter. “Okay, okay, you’re gay.”
“I thought I proved it in the barn. More than once,” Nick said, reverting to his normal voice.
“Oh you did, you really did,” Greg assured him, shifting slightly in his chair.
“Are you okay?” Nick asked with concern.
“I’m fine,” Greg beamed at him. “Just fine. How about you?”
“I have never enjoyed making love with anyone as much as I have with you.” Suddenly embarrassed, Nick hid his face with his mug.
“Me too,” Greg said softly. “Maybe we can get you laid more often than once every six months.”
“I’d like that.” After an awkward pause, Nick asked, “How soon do you need to get to Austin?”
“I was going to stay with a friend but I don’t actually need to be there until Saturday,” Greg answered.
“What happens Saturday?”
Greg took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure if Nick could get behind this, but he had to know that Greg was out and proud. “Gay Pride Parade. I’m marching with my friend.”
“It’s not that far to Austin,” Nick offered, looking out the window. “You could stay here, if you wanted to, wait for your car to get fixed, and drive in on Saturday.”
“I’d like that,” Greg said quietly.
“And maybe, I could go with you,” Nick continued bravely.
Greg’s face lit up. “That would be fucking awesome!”
“Yeah, it really would.” Nick smiled back at him.
~*~*~*~*~
“Did you ever think of becoming a vet?” Greg asked.
“Yeah, almost did. I’ve always really liked animals. But you know my whole family is in law enforcement, one way or another, and I guess it’s just in my bones.”
“I could test your DNA,” Greg offered, with a serious look.
“Thanks, G. I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”
“But I’ll need a sample,” Greg continued, starting to slip out of his chair.
“No! Finish your breakfast. I need you strong and healthy, not fainting with hunger later on. I have plans for you,” Nick leered.
“Is that a promise?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“So, did you ever think of going to a Gay Pride Parade?”
Nick shifted uneasily. “Have you ever gone to one?”
“Yeah, lots! When I lived in New York and in San Francisco.”
Nick brightened up. “Sure, I’d go. Maybe in another country.”
Greg rolled his eyes in affectionate exasperation. “So, did you ever think of going to Australia? They have an awesome parade and a big dance party and all the bars have events and celebrations if you want to try it out far from home.”
“That sounds good. Australia it is,” Nick agreed.
“You just want to see all those hot lifesaver surfing dudes on the beach.”
“I’d like to see you surf. All wet, mostly naked. Would you wear a speedo for me?”
“Dream on, Nicky, I wouldn’t be caught dead in one. I’d wear a board shorts and a rashie.”
“Can I take them off you?”
Several minutes were spent in dealing with the results of thinking about getting Greg out of his surfing gear.
Finally Greg asked rather breathlessly, “So, did you ever think about how you would do in a long distance relationship?”
“Why, you thinking of moving, Greg?”
“No, I was just wondering if I ever get the cowboy.”
“You already got him, babe.”
The End…
…However, if you want to read about Nick and Greg’s adventures in Australia, go here:
http://community.livejournal.com/nickngreg/165550.html?view=1682606
And read Jen’s stellar fic: Dirty Jeans.
The End for real this time.