Ch 26. Rodeoboyz, part 2
Title: The Masquerade Series X2 - #26 " RodeoBoyz "
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: Cowboys hats, bucking broncs, rodeo clowns and brave riders
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/N: Yep, we changed the format for this one slightly. Why? Because we can. LOL.
Nick:
It was my own damn fault. Sure I had a lot on my mind, but I know, better than anyone, once you’re on the bull’s back, that’s all you’re thinking about. Instead, I continued to wonder and probe, thinking about what I could say to Greg to reel him back in to me.
And now, even if I managed to limp over to him, he could run away with ease. I couldn’t chase him.
I wrenched my damn knee again when I hit the dust. I’d injured it before, on Firemaker. That time I’d managed to hide it, but this time it was so painful that if Warrick hadn’t dragged me out of there, I’d have been hamburger.
Warrick and Archie fussed over me once they got me out of the ring. The rodeo doctor came over and poked and twisted my leg, telling me to ice it and take aspirin. Funny Catherine wasn’t there, she was usually right by my side when I came off. Part of our deal.
I smelled him before I saw him. That’s not as bad as it sounds; it’s just last night burned his scent into my memory. Fresh and sweet, kind of like new mown hay, but better.
Catherine was bending over me on one side and Greg on the other. He smiled tentatively as he looked at me but his hands were firm and strong as he helped me sit up. Claiming me.
Catherine smiled too. “If we each take a side, can you hobble to your camper?”
“Yeah, thanks, Cath,” I said gratefully. What a woman! Not only did she lend her presence but she brought me the one person I wanted to see. I didn’t have to outrun him either, all I had to do was lean on him.
Catherine is strong, but Greg was the one who lifted me to my feet. I felt the strain on his slight frame as I put most of my weight on him. Slowly the three of us hobbled to my camper. Greg blushed as he felt in my pocket for the keys, but he got the door open and hauled me up the stairs by sheer strength of will.
They settled me on the bed and Catherine announced she was going to find some ice.
After the door banged shut behind her, Greg asked, “Want help getting your jeans off?” He blushed deeply as soon as the words were out of his mouth and dropped his eyes.
“Yeah, if you’re offering,” I laughed.
He looked at me uncertainly, as if I was going to suddenly leap to my feet and attack him. Which I would have liked to be able to do, just not in the way he was thinkin’.
“Okay,” he said.
I undid my belt and fly, and raised my hips so he could slide them down.
“Um, I need to get your boots off. Can you brace your leg so I can pull?”
I nodded and braced myself but it hurt anyway. Finally he had me down to my boxers and we were both panting and sweaty with the effort.
The door banged open and Catherine came in with a bucket of ice. “Got this at the concession stand, Greg, in case you need to go for more later.”
He nodded and they put together an ice pack for my knee.
Greg:
When Catherine told me Nick was hurt, I could feel my heart thumping against my ribs. I ran for him. The hell with whether he wanted to see me, I had to see if he was okay.
My head was reeling, wondering why Catherine had come to me and if she knew. How had he gotten hurt? Was he even awake?
The churning stopped as I looked into his eyes. I’d been thinking he was going to kill me but instead he just looked grateful and relieved to see me. Things were going on with Warrick, Archie and Catherine but I only had eyes for Nick.
Catherine was saying something and Nick agreed. It dawned on me she was waiting for me to help him to his camper. Catherine is a slim woman so I took most of Nick’s weight. God, getting his pants off. There’s nothing I wanted more than to take his pants off but not like this. I know I hurt him getting his boot off but it had to be done.
Somehow Catherine found ice and we wrapped his knee, propping him up on the bed. Then she kissed his cheek and was gone.
I was standing backed up to the tiny kitchenette area of his camper looking at him when he spoke.
“I don’t bite,” he said mildly, “Unless you want me to.”
“Huh?”
‘Humour a cripple and come a little closer.” He smiled invitingly.
Somehow I made my feet move and dropped into a chair about halfway to the bed.
“Can you get me an aspirin?”
I leaped up and brought him a glass of water and the aspirin. He nodded at the shelf by the bed and I set them down.
Before I even straightened up, I felt a hand gripping my wrist. He pulled me off balance and I fell over him with a cry, worrying about his knee. I squirmed but he held me in a grip of iron and I was afraid to hurt him, so I submitted, lying against his chest.
He ran a hand soothingly over my back as he felt my struggling stop. “Why’d you run off like that last night?”
God, cut to the chase why don’t you, Nick.
Nick:
He thought I was going to beat his ass for what we did last night. I coaxed him to tell me the story bit by bit as he relaxed against me. Fuck his father, fuck every redneck who called him a queer, fuck the guys who used him and tossed him away; may they burn in hell.
He thought he was alone, that there was no one else like him. His words were halting at first; he thought there was something wrong with him.
I held him against me until he ran out of words. And then I kissed him. It wasn’t like last night, just soft kisses, comforting him. He was surprised and grateful, kissing me back after a moment.
I turned both of us on our sides and looked at his beautiful face. He was so young, so nervous.
“I don’t exactly know… what to… how to… please you…” he whispered nervously.
“Really?” I didn’t hide my pleasure. “Have you done this before?”
I curved my hand over the bulge in his jeans. His lips parted and he looked dazed but he nodded.
“Anything beyond this?”
He shook his head, waiting hopefully.
I unbuttoned his shirt and he started panting. I hadn’t even touched him yet. I urged him to sit up so I could slide the shirt off his shoulders.
“Take off your jeans,” I ordered.
He slid off the bed and toed off his boots, hurrying to slide his jeans and boxers down his legs with his back turned shyly.
“Let me see you,” I said, holding out my hand to him.
He wouldn’t meet my eyes as he stepped closer and I took a firm hold of him. I didn’t want him to panic and run away from me again, especially as I couldn’t chase him.
He was trembling and he looked so vulnerable, standing there naked in front of me.
“Lock the door,” I ordered and he went obediently.
“Come here.”
I moved my knee out of the way and pulled him down against me again.
Greg:
I’m not the only one. Thank God. And thank God Nick is queer too.
Last night was explosive, violent as we rubbed against each other. Today he just held me and asked questions ‘til I told him almost everything. Then he kissed me gently. I could see anger in his eyes and his brows drew together, giving him a stern look, but I could tell it wasn’t directed at me.
He asked me to undress and I almost passed out. I’d never been naked in front of anyone, other than my parents when I was very young. What if I didn’t measure up? What if he didn’t want me when he saw me? Fuck. I know I’m skinny and he’s gorgeous. I’ve seen him with his shirt off and his muscles… I had to turn away that day, I was so hard.
So I was standing there naked in front of him but I still couldn’t look at him. When he pulled me down on the bed and put his arms around me, I felt safe for the first time in a long time.
I looked at him to see if it was okay and he smiled at me so I unbuttoned his shirt. His skin was like gold, laid over his hard muscles. I ran my hands over him and he stretched a little. I felt his hands on me and I tried to do what he did. I gasped when he twisted my nipple between his thumb and fingers but I almost shot off the bed when his mouth closed around the other one.
His mouth was so hot against my skin and his teeth scraped gently as he flicked his tongue rapidly. I was as hard as iron. I’d never felt anything like that before and I was just helpless under his assault.
Nick:
He was shivering and gasping as I started to explore him with my mouth. Everything was new to him and he had no defenses against what I was doing to. I sucked on his nipple and he writhed uncontrollably, moaning loudly as I nibbled.
I wished I hadn’t bashed my knee because I couldn’t move as I wanted to. But I could move him.
“Baby, get up on your knees for me.”
He looked bewildered but he did it. I guided him to turn around so his head was near my hips and settled him on his side.
“Okay, roll toward me.”
He did so without knowing what I was planning. I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. He gave a moan.
“What- what are you doing?” he gasped.
“I’m tasting you.” I grinned wickedly and sucked him all the way into my mouth in one gulp. His hips jerked around wildly and I grabbed them, holding him still. He was going to have bruises tomorrow but I didn’t want to strangle to death.
He thrust twice and then he came in my mouth with a strangled whoop. I sucked him until he pulled away and swallowed all that he had to give me. Pungent and salty and completely delicious.
“Sorry… I’m sorry… tried… to warn you… didn’t… mean…” he panted with his eyes closed.
“It’s okay baby, I wanted to taste you. It’s the best part.” I rubbed the curve of his hip soothingly. It fit perfectly in my hand. His ass was so smooth and round. I cupped it in my palm and rubbed him until he showed signs of life.
“Fuck. That was… amazing…” he sighed.
Greg:
After he sucked my brains out through my dick, my eyes were unfocused and I was gasping helplessly for air. I’d never felt anything like that before. I felt his hands, calloused and hard, caressing me softly and presently my brain kicked into gear again.
“Fuck. That was… amazing…”
“Glad you enjoyed it.”
His hands continued to roam over my body and hey, I was eighteen. At my age, that meant I was hard again in minutes. But it only seemed fair to reciprocate, even though I didn’t have a clue how to do what he’d done to me.
His cock was huge and hard, right in front of my face. Tentatively I stuck my tongue out and tasted the drop beaded on the tip of his cock. It was salty. It was good. I wanted more.
I raised up a bit and leaned over to take it all inside and promptly gagged myself. I pulled away to cough and I heard him chuckle gently. I knew he wasn’t making fun of me, I could just tell.
“Take it easy, baby, slow down. Taste me, lick me.”
I took a deep breath and licked over the head again. He shivered with delight and I was so proud of myself. I grinned up at him and bent over him again. I licked up and down the sides of his shaft as if he was an ice cream cone in my favourite flavour. I traced the swollen vein meandering along the underside of his cock, pressing my tongue to flatten it, feeling it fill with blood again. I must have caught a sensitive spot just right because he jerked and moaned, so I did it again.
Maybe it was just instinct, but I reached for his balls and tumbled them in my fingers slowly, jacking his wet cock with my other hand as I sucked the head.
“Teeth! Teeth!” he hissed warningly and I wrapped my lips over them, embarrassed that I’d caused him pain.
I closed my eyes in bliss and just sucked his cock. I took it deeper and deeper with each pass, bobbing my head over him. God, to have a man’s cock in my mouth for the first time, it was heaven. I couldn’t imagine anything better. I got used to his rhythm, the way he thrust his hips up slightly. I could tell he was holding himself back but then he couldn’t help it and thrust a little harder.
I learned to recognize his signs and backed off each time I got him near the edge. I didn’t know when I’d ever get another chance and I wanted this to last forever even though my jaw ached and my lips were swollen and sore. Finally he begged me to let him come and I caught the desperate note in his voice. I held his hip down with one hand, understanding now why he’d done that to me, and sucked him hard.
He came in my mouth and I didn’t taste the first spurt when it hit the back of my throat. The next ones were salty and musky and pure male. I tasted him, my first man and took in his essence, swallowing every drop of his precious juice.
I had made him come. He liked what I did, I could tell. And I was happier than I’d ever been in my entire life. If a man like Nick was okay being a queer, then I could be okay too. Just… I didn’t want to leave. But I knew I had to.
Nick:
Damn. What he lacked in skill he made up in eagerness. I never met someone so anxious to please. Or so quick to learn. I swear he was playing me by the time I begged him to let me come, but I couldn’t take any more.
I was panting and he was exhausted but grinning, his crooked smile lighting up his eyes with sinful glee.
“Come here, you little devil.” I gathered him into my arms and he squirmed a bit, trying to position a pillow under my knee.
He snuggled into my neck and I kissed his shoulder, it being all I could reach. Sleepily he asked, “Why did you call me baby?”
“Because you’re mine now, you’re my baby. And I’m going to take care of you. We’ll be great together.”
I heard the swift intake of breath and hoped he wasn’t going to run from me again. If he did though, I was going to get Warrick and Catherine to round him up and bring him back to me. I wasn’t kidding, he was mine. Even if I had to hog tie him to the bed to keep him.
“Okay,” he said and then he was asleep.
I was too happy to sleep. I watched him, feeling I had something precious and fragile in my arms. I tightened them around him. “My beautiful boy,” I whispered and I watched him as he slept.
I must have slept too because I woke up and he was gone. My knee had stiffened up and it was all I could do to hobble to the door and take a piss in the grass from the top stair. I took the aspirin he’d left by the bed, cursing myself for having let him get away again.
Greg:
I was up with the birds. It’s just the way I am, I’d always been a morning person, up bright and early.
Sara snorted as I came into her stall and forked hay for her. I refilled her water bucket and cleaned out her stall. Nick’s horse, Gil, was stabled a bit further down the line. I went down and introduced myself. He was a stallion but very well mannered and accepted my attention with the graciousness of a grand prize winner, which he was.
After I finished tending to the horses, I made my way to the concession stand. It was early and they’d just started brewing the coffee, so I waited. I’m no good without my coffee in the morning. I explained that I was taking it back to Nick, so Sofia, the cook, told me to wait, she’d rustle up some eggs for him.
I walked back to his camper slowly, trying not to slop the coffee while carrying the plate of eggs. I set the plate on the ground and climbed the stairs to the trailer.
Nick looked up at me in disbelief as I carried the cups over to him.
“I thought you’d run off on me again,” he accused in a suspiciously thick voice.
“Hang on, let me get your eggs before the ants do,” I said and hopped down to get them. “Fed your horse.”
“Hang the eggs,” he said firmly. He waited till I put them down and pulled me down onto the bed and kissed me. Thoroughly. Until I couldn’t think and I was humping against him, whining like a dog. He grinned with satisfaction.
“Now bring me my coffee and eggs,” he demanded.
“You’re cruel,” I moaned but I handed him his cup. He ended up feeding me half the eggs as we sat on the bed together.
Nick:
He had two events that day. I helped him visualise each move in the roping, talking him through every possibility he might be facing. If I couldn’t ride in my event, at least I could help him out with his.
Greg left to saddle his horse and prepare himself and that’s when Catherine came in. She had a couple crutches for me.
“Things go better this time?”
I nodded and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Cath. Went great.”
“Want to watch him ride?”
“Yeah,” I smiled. “I’d like that.” I’d been on crutches before and I still had the hang of it. I gimped along behind her and we sat together in the first row because no way I could handle the stairs. She cuddled into my arm, watching her man while I watched mine. He won. And when he turned and flashed that incandescent smile in my direction, my heart just jumped in my chest. He was it for me and I hope to God I was it for him.
I didn’t even care when they put Conrad up on Firemaker. Not that he lasted more than two seconds. Flat on his back in the dust the minute they came out of the chute. Warrick was laughing too hard to be of much use, but luckily Archie drew the bull and Conrad lived to hear all the jokes at his expense. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.
Greg:
We spent that night together and sucked each other off again. Damn, I don’t think I could ever get tired of that. I was a little nervous, wondering if he was going to fuck me, but after we both came, he just pulled me close and I fell asleep listening to him breathe.
I woke up early again and we rolled together naked, legs tangled, kissing and rubbing until we exploded all over each other and lay, gasping for breath. He kissed me again.
“I’m heading out this morning, going back to my ranch. No point following the circuit if I can’t ride.”
I just clutched at him. The rodeo was moving on today; three weeks left in the season. I aimed to follow it but suddenly it didn’t mean so much to me any more. My throat was dry and I choked down the questions that sprang to my tongue. Fuck, I wanted to go with him. But I couldn’t ask.
“I know you’re going to follow the circuit. You should, you’re having a good season and you’re damn talented,” he said and his voice was even and calm. Fuck, he didn’t want me.
“I want you to make me proud. I’ll listen to the results on the radio.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“Then you come out to the ranch. You work for me. I’ll teach you what you need to know to be a winner.”
“Really?” Damn, there was the squeak, just like a teenaged girl. “You want me… me to work for you?”
“You got any other plans I should know about? You going back to your parents?”
I shook my head vigorously. “Never going back there.”
“Well, all right then,” he smiled. Damn he had a beautiful smile. I couldn’t imagine a handsomer cowboy than him. “You come live with me. I told you, you’re mine now. I’m going to take care of you. And when you get there…”
In spite of his knee, he managed to roll me under him and ground his hips down against mine. “When you get there, I’m gonna make you mine, fully mine. Understand?”
Did I ever! “Yes, sir!” I agreed.
Nick:
I took off early before his first ride. I wanted to kiss him goodbye, which I did in the privacy of my camper. I couldn’t bear to stick around and give him a casual goodbye in front of other people, even though I would have liked to watch him ride.
It was only three weeks and then he’d be heading to my ranch. I couldn’t wait. By then my knee would be better and I’d be able to do a lot more to him. Like fuck his brains out.
I snuck a twenty with a note wrapped around it into the pocket of his jeans before I left. He wouldn’t take my money when I offered. I knew he needed some dough and I figured his pride would ensure that he came to the ranch if only to return the money. Yeah, sneaky of me, but what can I say? I wanted to make sure he came.
I hadn’t realised how much I would miss him until I headed the camper toward Texas. Damn. I never fell in love before and I never knew it could happen so quick. I missed him already.
Greg:
I didn’t find the money until that night, when I went to take off my jeans and heard the crackle of paper. He knew I wouldn’t take the money outright, but he managed to slip it to me anyhow.
It was dark already and between the sliver of moon casting almost no light and my eyes blurring with tears, I couldn’t make out the words.
Next morning, driving toward the next stop on the rodeo tour, I had the words memorized:
Greg,
Consider this an advance on your wages for your first two weeks.
Ride well, baby, make me proud.
Then bring my heart back to me.
Nick
Damn. I hadn’t realised how much I would miss him. I never thought I’d find love and I missed him bad. But I made him proud. Me and Sara. We won. And I never had to touch the twenty. It was still in my pocket when I headed the truck toward Texas.
Nick:
I heard his rundown truck before I saw the dust coming up the dirt road to the ranch. I was waiting on the front porch for him.
When he jumped down he looked nervous but when I caught his eye, there was that crooked grin, lighting up his face. He ran toward me and I caught him up in my arms and spun him around. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I kissed him. Hard.
“Mine!” I growled and bit his neck. He giggled.
“Get down, baby. Let me show you the stable.” I let him go with one last kiss and he slithered down my body, his eyes bright with promise and need.
He went to the trailer and opened the door, crooning a little to his mare. She was a pretty one, long legs for a quarter horse. She clattered down the ramp and stretched, tossing her head.
I led the way to the stables. “Ever breed her?”
“Nope, wanted to make sure it was right, you know?” He looked at me anxiously.
“Maybe she and Gil will hit it off. You can stable her in here or turn her out into the field. Plenty of grass and water. Fences are sound.
He nodded and turned her into the field. She seemed happy to be out of the trailer.
“And now…” I said, pulling him toward the house. I felt him shiver.
Greg:
I’d forgotten how handsome he was. I must have worn my poor dick out, jacking off three times a day while I replayed every damn thing we’d done in his trailer. I thought I’d never get it up again and here I could barely walk I was so stiff.
I wanted this so bad and at the same time I was so scared. I knew in theory how fucking worked, I just didn’t know how it would feel. But damn, I wanted to belong to him and judging by the predatory glint in his eye, he definitely wanted it too.
The minute the door closed behind us, he was on me, his hands were everywhere. I didn’t have time to protest as his mouth was taking mine, kissing me like he was going to eat me. I wasn’t far behind, frantically unbuttoning his shirt and reaching for his nipples. I twisted them and he yelped and jumped, then did the same to me as we ricocheted off the wall and crashed into a chair.
I fell on my ass on the floor and he laughed, stooping to yank my boots off. He hauled me to my feet and had my jeans around my knees before I knew it, hobbling me as he dragged me toward his bedroom. I fumbled with his belt and pushed his jeans down, handicapping him in the same way.
We smacked into the wall and then we were in his room. It was nice, big and sparely furnished. One dresser, a chair and a big iron bedstead with a headboard and footboard. He grunted as he picked me up and threw onto the mattress.
Before I could push off, he landed on top of me. I stared up at him and he smiled before he kissed me.
Nick:
He felt so good under me. The short time we had together when my knee was hurt, I hadn’t been able to brace myself on top of him. I wanted to feel him wriggle under me and he did, deliciously.
I stripped him off and took care of my jeans and boxers before I pinned him to the bed and kissed him ruthlessly.
“And now,” I said, when I had him gasping for air, “It’s time to take what’s mine.”
His eyes opened at that. I could see fear and excitement there and I smiled at him. “I’ll take care of you, baby. You’re mine.”
He nodded. I proceeded to kiss and lick every inch of his body, just like I wanted to after the first time, savouring his creamy skin and finding all his hot spots. He arched up when I kissed his nipples but I already knew he was sensitive there. I nuzzled his armpit and his breath came a little quicker. I tongued his bellybutton and he whimpered like a puppy.
I licked a line up the underside of his cock and damn, he was so hard. I knew what I planned would be easier the more relaxed he was so I turned him over and kissed my way down his spine, watching as he trembled under me. He moaned, long, low and soft, when I pulled his cheeks apart and licked my way to his opening. His hips quivered and he ground himself into the sheets as I kissed the puckered skin, delighting in the musky scent of him.
Greg:
Oh my fucking God! Just kill me now! I never even imagined anything could feel so good. Just do it more! It felt so dirty but so good when he did that. I felt like this was heaven and nothing would ever be better.
Then he flipped me onto my back again and put that hot, horny mouth on my cock. He urged me to raise my knees and I felt his hand sliding between my cheeks, slippery with oil. As he sucked I felt a finger nudging at my hole and immediately tensed up.
He looked up at me. “Relax, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
I couldn’t help the sound I made. It wasn’t recognizable as a word. I tried my best to relax and he bent to take me in his mouth again. I cried out and thrust up and his finger was inside. I grabbed frantically at the sheets as I felt my muscles clench around him and at the same time I shot in his mouth as his finger touched something deep inside me that spread a wave of blissful pleasure through my whole body.
I lay there, limp and spent, conscious of his finger up my ass, wondering what came next.
When I opened my eyes he was smiling down at me. His finger started moving slowly inside me and I felt that feeling inside again. My body responded to his stroking by arching and twisting; each time he hit that spot I gasped.
He twisted his finger and I moaned. “Take me, make me yours,” I whispered. I felt like I couldn’t wait another minute.
Nick:
“Let me get you ready. It’s going to hurt a little bit.”
“I don’t care,” he exclaimed passionately. “Just do it!” Then he bit his lip and closed his eyes.
I worked another finger in. I could tell I was driving him crazy but I wanted to do right by him and that included preparing him as best I could.
He’d already come once and he was hard again. I hadn’t and my cock was arguing with me, telling me to hurry up, but I knew I could wait a little longer. I worked my fingers in circles, gently opening him, relaxing the muscle. He was tight and hot and I couldn’t wait to get in there. I pulled my fingers out and he opened his eyes.
“Should I roll over?”
“No, I want to see your face when I take you and make you mine,” I said, pushing his thighs apart. The skin on the inner face was so silky and soft. Even though the hair on his head was dark, his body hair was light and golden, barely visible. I stroked him, feeling the tremor in his legs.
I lifted his hips and pushed a pillow under his ass, raising him up so I could see him spread open for me. I hooked his legs over my shoulders. He was limber enough that I knew I could bend him in half.
I pressed my cock to his opening and pushed inside.
Greg:
It hurt. I won’t lie, but I wanted him inside me so bad I pushed up to meet him. He stopped.
“No rush, baby, we got time. Take it easy. Let’s take this slow.”
I nodded but my heart was pounding so hard, I could barely catch my breath. I felt his hand rub my stomach and he trailed little kisses over my face. I turned my head and kissed him, hard. He knew what I wanted.
He started rocking his hips slowly and I felt him fill me, one inch at a time. Every inch burned inside me and I wanted that burn, it was like an initiation. I felt him take me and own me with that beautiful cock of his. I lost my erection when he started cos I was concentrating so hard on not making a sound that would betray that he was hurting me. But when he brushed over that spot inside me, I knew why men agreed to this. Agreed, hell, I wanted him bad and I was rock hard again.
He must have seen the change in my face because he let out a breath. I hadn’t realised he was being so careful, but since then I figured it out. It just made me love him more. He pushed all the way inside me until I could feel his balls resting on my ass. Then he stopped and watched my face.
“Okay, baby?”
I nodded and he started to move, carefully, slowly and the stretching burn melted away, leaving only pleasure; a warm glow that filled me, cascading down my arms and legs, curling my toes.
I jerked involuntarily as he started to fuck me. No, it wasn’t fucking, it was making love. He moved inside me, lifting me higher than I ever imagined. He said I would be his and his hard cock inside me was making it true. I’d dreamed about this for so long and now that it was happening, I knew that I would never let anyone else take me this way. If he didn’t want me, well, then I would live without this, but oh, how I wanted him to want me.
Nick:
I was careful but I still hurt him. He was so tight and narrow. I saw it on his face, but I also saw when the pleasure overtook the pain. He relaxed and I did too. His cock got hard again and his hips started to move in time with mine.
I’d certainly fucked other men before, but this time was different. I was taking him and making him mine. He belonged to me, I knew that as certain as I knew the sun would come up tomorrow.
For the first time someone else’s pleasure mattered to me more than mine did. I moved slowly, watching the soft pleasure change his face. His eyes were open but heavy and he writhed under me, arching up to meet each thrust as I drove into his body. I felt his flesh yield to me as we became one. He surrendered to me, giving me his body completely, opening to me as I ploughed his tight channel.
For the first time he was silent. He’d always moaned and gasped when I made love to him with my hands or my mouth, but now he was silent, watching me with those great eyes. I felt his inner muscles clenching around me, pulling me deeper inside him.
I felt his hand slide to the back of my neck and he stroked me. His other hand was on my back, nails digging in as he struggled to pull us even closer. I started moving deeper and he groaned my name as I pulled out slowly and equally slowly sank myself into his welcoming passage. I could feel him pulsing around me as I impaled him.
“Mine,” I whispered and I saw his mouth form the word but no sound came out. “Yours.”
I lowered my mouth to his and our kisses were slower now than before, deliberate. He moaned and I felt the vibration echo through both our bodies. I rested my lips on his, swallowing each breath as though sharing the air with him.
My hips were moving faster now. I was pushing into him, thrusting harder, taking him deeply. The way he felt around me, the hitch of his breath, the pounding of his heart against mine, I never knew it could be this good. I felt the warmth and pressure build in my groin and I knew I was getting closer.
Greg:
I felt his hand slide over my belly and find my cock. He started stroking me in time to his thrusts. It was almost too much and I was glad his weight pinned me to the bed. As it was, I arched up under him as much as I could.
He was pounding me harder and every inch of him dragged over that spot inside and it was so intense. When I felt him explode inside me, I lost control and I was shooting over his hand. It hit my chest, my stomach, his stomach and we were both crying out together.
I clenched around him, I wanted to feel him inside me as long as I could. I felt him shift over me and he slipped out. I felt so empty.
Until he said it.
“I love you, baby.”
~*~*~*~
Nick propped himself up on an elbow and looked at his boyfriend, lazily trailing his fingers over his smooth chest.
“So what do you think happened with them?”
Greg smiled up at Nick. “Greg went to work for Nick and learned all his secret rodeo wisdom. They went on the circuit for another couple years. Nick’s knee got worse and he had to quit. Greg rode Firemaker and won after Nick retired. They used the prize money to buy more cattle. Warrick and Catherine came to live on the ranch. Warrick became the foreman when they needed to hire more hands. Gil and Sara had babies and they lived happily ever after.”
Nick laughed happily. “A fairytale ending. I think I’ll have to teach you to ride first though. I love Gil and Sara having babies. Next time I see her stalking him in the halls, I’m going to laugh, I just know it.”
“Be nice, Nicky. Sara’s always got my back, even though she would never date me.”
“You know you never wanted to date her, Greg,” Nick said firmly. He needed to hear it again.
“I never wanted to date her,” Greg said solemnly. “I just needed a beard so no one would notice me perving over your ass when you came in the lab.”
Nick kissed Greg breathless and let him up when he had been properly reminded of whose property he was.
“So, did you know you were gay when you were thirteen?”
Greg nodded silently. Nick noticed the look in his eyes. He hated that sad look. It was wrong. Greg should look happy. And he paid so much attention to Nick, asking for stories about when he grew up and all about his sisters, his brother and the ranch. Nick suddenly realised he didn’t know much about what happened to Greg growing up.
“Tell me,” he said softly.
Greg raised his hand to Nick’s cheek, looking into his eyes. Whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him. “I knew I was different before that, but I didn’t know exactly how I was different. I was always in accelerated classes, you know, but I was late reaching puberty. And all my friends were talking about girls. I thought girls were cute but I realised that my fantasies were about guys kissing me, not me kissing girls.”
He paused and Nick nodded encouragingly.
“And I would have done anything not to be gay. I hated it. I hated myself. I got weird, dyed my hair black and wore eye make up. It was like camouflage, you know, better goth than gay. I was hoping people wouldn’t notice. Just see the goth weirdness and not look for anything deeper.”
“So who did?”
“My parents. My mom teaches psychology and I guess she read the signs. She told my father to give me “the Talk.” He gave me the talk about safe sex and gave me a list of websites about AIDS.”
“Geez, that was helpful.” Nick felt disgusted. He wasn’t exactly out to his parents, although he had a sense that was coming. But he couldn’t imagine such a cold acceptance of the fact. Crying, fighting, raging even, but not just handing him a list and leaving him on his own.
“So how did you get to where you could accept yourself? You’ve helped me so much. If I’d never met you I might have lived in the closet the rest of my life.”
“Papa Olaf.” Greg smiled. He always smiled when he mentioned his grandfather. He started to laugh.
“What, what?” Nick asked, smiling as he watched Greg remembering.
“He took me to a gay pride parade. As you can imagine, some pretty weird types show up in San Francisco. But there were also regular gay people who looked normal, like anyone. And there were parents and siblings, people who were marching to support someone they loved who was gay. When we got there, he opened the trunk of his car and took out a couple of signs. And we marched in the parade together.”
“What did your signs say?” Nick asked.
“Mine said, ‘Gay Pride’. His said, ‘My grandson is gay and I’m proud of him.’” Greg rolled onto his stomach and his shoulders shook. Nick rubbed his back until the tremors stopped.
He rolled onto his back again and brushed away a tear. “It meant more to me than if he said he loved me. You can love someone even if they do bad stuff. But he said he was proud of me and that meant it was okay to be gay. I was okay.”
“I love you, baby,” Nick whispered and kissed his boyfriend.
“Love you too.”
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: Cowboys hats, bucking broncs, rodeo clowns and brave riders
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/N: Yep, we changed the format for this one slightly. Why? Because we can. LOL.
Nick:
It was my own damn fault. Sure I had a lot on my mind, but I know, better than anyone, once you’re on the bull’s back, that’s all you’re thinking about. Instead, I continued to wonder and probe, thinking about what I could say to Greg to reel him back in to me.
And now, even if I managed to limp over to him, he could run away with ease. I couldn’t chase him.
I wrenched my damn knee again when I hit the dust. I’d injured it before, on Firemaker. That time I’d managed to hide it, but this time it was so painful that if Warrick hadn’t dragged me out of there, I’d have been hamburger.
Warrick and Archie fussed over me once they got me out of the ring. The rodeo doctor came over and poked and twisted my leg, telling me to ice it and take aspirin. Funny Catherine wasn’t there, she was usually right by my side when I came off. Part of our deal.
I smelled him before I saw him. That’s not as bad as it sounds; it’s just last night burned his scent into my memory. Fresh and sweet, kind of like new mown hay, but better.
Catherine was bending over me on one side and Greg on the other. He smiled tentatively as he looked at me but his hands were firm and strong as he helped me sit up. Claiming me.
Catherine smiled too. “If we each take a side, can you hobble to your camper?”
“Yeah, thanks, Cath,” I said gratefully. What a woman! Not only did she lend her presence but she brought me the one person I wanted to see. I didn’t have to outrun him either, all I had to do was lean on him.
Catherine is strong, but Greg was the one who lifted me to my feet. I felt the strain on his slight frame as I put most of my weight on him. Slowly the three of us hobbled to my camper. Greg blushed as he felt in my pocket for the keys, but he got the door open and hauled me up the stairs by sheer strength of will.
They settled me on the bed and Catherine announced she was going to find some ice.
After the door banged shut behind her, Greg asked, “Want help getting your jeans off?” He blushed deeply as soon as the words were out of his mouth and dropped his eyes.
“Yeah, if you’re offering,” I laughed.
He looked at me uncertainly, as if I was going to suddenly leap to my feet and attack him. Which I would have liked to be able to do, just not in the way he was thinkin’.
“Okay,” he said.
I undid my belt and fly, and raised my hips so he could slide them down.
“Um, I need to get your boots off. Can you brace your leg so I can pull?”
I nodded and braced myself but it hurt anyway. Finally he had me down to my boxers and we were both panting and sweaty with the effort.
The door banged open and Catherine came in with a bucket of ice. “Got this at the concession stand, Greg, in case you need to go for more later.”
He nodded and they put together an ice pack for my knee.
Greg:
When Catherine told me Nick was hurt, I could feel my heart thumping against my ribs. I ran for him. The hell with whether he wanted to see me, I had to see if he was okay.
My head was reeling, wondering why Catherine had come to me and if she knew. How had he gotten hurt? Was he even awake?
The churning stopped as I looked into his eyes. I’d been thinking he was going to kill me but instead he just looked grateful and relieved to see me. Things were going on with Warrick, Archie and Catherine but I only had eyes for Nick.
Catherine was saying something and Nick agreed. It dawned on me she was waiting for me to help him to his camper. Catherine is a slim woman so I took most of Nick’s weight. God, getting his pants off. There’s nothing I wanted more than to take his pants off but not like this. I know I hurt him getting his boot off but it had to be done.
Somehow Catherine found ice and we wrapped his knee, propping him up on the bed. Then she kissed his cheek and was gone.
I was standing backed up to the tiny kitchenette area of his camper looking at him when he spoke.
“I don’t bite,” he said mildly, “Unless you want me to.”
“Huh?”
‘Humour a cripple and come a little closer.” He smiled invitingly.
Somehow I made my feet move and dropped into a chair about halfway to the bed.
“Can you get me an aspirin?”
I leaped up and brought him a glass of water and the aspirin. He nodded at the shelf by the bed and I set them down.
Before I even straightened up, I felt a hand gripping my wrist. He pulled me off balance and I fell over him with a cry, worrying about his knee. I squirmed but he held me in a grip of iron and I was afraid to hurt him, so I submitted, lying against his chest.
He ran a hand soothingly over my back as he felt my struggling stop. “Why’d you run off like that last night?”
God, cut to the chase why don’t you, Nick.
Nick:
He thought I was going to beat his ass for what we did last night. I coaxed him to tell me the story bit by bit as he relaxed against me. Fuck his father, fuck every redneck who called him a queer, fuck the guys who used him and tossed him away; may they burn in hell.
He thought he was alone, that there was no one else like him. His words were halting at first; he thought there was something wrong with him.
I held him against me until he ran out of words. And then I kissed him. It wasn’t like last night, just soft kisses, comforting him. He was surprised and grateful, kissing me back after a moment.
I turned both of us on our sides and looked at his beautiful face. He was so young, so nervous.
“I don’t exactly know… what to… how to… please you…” he whispered nervously.
“Really?” I didn’t hide my pleasure. “Have you done this before?”
I curved my hand over the bulge in his jeans. His lips parted and he looked dazed but he nodded.
“Anything beyond this?”
He shook his head, waiting hopefully.
I unbuttoned his shirt and he started panting. I hadn’t even touched him yet. I urged him to sit up so I could slide the shirt off his shoulders.
“Take off your jeans,” I ordered.
He slid off the bed and toed off his boots, hurrying to slide his jeans and boxers down his legs with his back turned shyly.
“Let me see you,” I said, holding out my hand to him.
He wouldn’t meet my eyes as he stepped closer and I took a firm hold of him. I didn’t want him to panic and run away from me again, especially as I couldn’t chase him.
He was trembling and he looked so vulnerable, standing there naked in front of me.
“Lock the door,” I ordered and he went obediently.
“Come here.”
I moved my knee out of the way and pulled him down against me again.
Greg:
I’m not the only one. Thank God. And thank God Nick is queer too.
Last night was explosive, violent as we rubbed against each other. Today he just held me and asked questions ‘til I told him almost everything. Then he kissed me gently. I could see anger in his eyes and his brows drew together, giving him a stern look, but I could tell it wasn’t directed at me.
He asked me to undress and I almost passed out. I’d never been naked in front of anyone, other than my parents when I was very young. What if I didn’t measure up? What if he didn’t want me when he saw me? Fuck. I know I’m skinny and he’s gorgeous. I’ve seen him with his shirt off and his muscles… I had to turn away that day, I was so hard.
So I was standing there naked in front of him but I still couldn’t look at him. When he pulled me down on the bed and put his arms around me, I felt safe for the first time in a long time.
I looked at him to see if it was okay and he smiled at me so I unbuttoned his shirt. His skin was like gold, laid over his hard muscles. I ran my hands over him and he stretched a little. I felt his hands on me and I tried to do what he did. I gasped when he twisted my nipple between his thumb and fingers but I almost shot off the bed when his mouth closed around the other one.
His mouth was so hot against my skin and his teeth scraped gently as he flicked his tongue rapidly. I was as hard as iron. I’d never felt anything like that before and I was just helpless under his assault.
Nick:
He was shivering and gasping as I started to explore him with my mouth. Everything was new to him and he had no defenses against what I was doing to. I sucked on his nipple and he writhed uncontrollably, moaning loudly as I nibbled.
I wished I hadn’t bashed my knee because I couldn’t move as I wanted to. But I could move him.
“Baby, get up on your knees for me.”
He looked bewildered but he did it. I guided him to turn around so his head was near my hips and settled him on his side.
“Okay, roll toward me.”
He did so without knowing what I was planning. I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock. He gave a moan.
“What- what are you doing?” he gasped.
“I’m tasting you.” I grinned wickedly and sucked him all the way into my mouth in one gulp. His hips jerked around wildly and I grabbed them, holding him still. He was going to have bruises tomorrow but I didn’t want to strangle to death.
He thrust twice and then he came in my mouth with a strangled whoop. I sucked him until he pulled away and swallowed all that he had to give me. Pungent and salty and completely delicious.
“Sorry… I’m sorry… tried… to warn you… didn’t… mean…” he panted with his eyes closed.
“It’s okay baby, I wanted to taste you. It’s the best part.” I rubbed the curve of his hip soothingly. It fit perfectly in my hand. His ass was so smooth and round. I cupped it in my palm and rubbed him until he showed signs of life.
“Fuck. That was… amazing…” he sighed.
Greg:
After he sucked my brains out through my dick, my eyes were unfocused and I was gasping helplessly for air. I’d never felt anything like that before. I felt his hands, calloused and hard, caressing me softly and presently my brain kicked into gear again.
“Fuck. That was… amazing…”
“Glad you enjoyed it.”
His hands continued to roam over my body and hey, I was eighteen. At my age, that meant I was hard again in minutes. But it only seemed fair to reciprocate, even though I didn’t have a clue how to do what he’d done to me.
His cock was huge and hard, right in front of my face. Tentatively I stuck my tongue out and tasted the drop beaded on the tip of his cock. It was salty. It was good. I wanted more.
I raised up a bit and leaned over to take it all inside and promptly gagged myself. I pulled away to cough and I heard him chuckle gently. I knew he wasn’t making fun of me, I could just tell.
“Take it easy, baby, slow down. Taste me, lick me.”
I took a deep breath and licked over the head again. He shivered with delight and I was so proud of myself. I grinned up at him and bent over him again. I licked up and down the sides of his shaft as if he was an ice cream cone in my favourite flavour. I traced the swollen vein meandering along the underside of his cock, pressing my tongue to flatten it, feeling it fill with blood again. I must have caught a sensitive spot just right because he jerked and moaned, so I did it again.
Maybe it was just instinct, but I reached for his balls and tumbled them in my fingers slowly, jacking his wet cock with my other hand as I sucked the head.
“Teeth! Teeth!” he hissed warningly and I wrapped my lips over them, embarrassed that I’d caused him pain.
I closed my eyes in bliss and just sucked his cock. I took it deeper and deeper with each pass, bobbing my head over him. God, to have a man’s cock in my mouth for the first time, it was heaven. I couldn’t imagine anything better. I got used to his rhythm, the way he thrust his hips up slightly. I could tell he was holding himself back but then he couldn’t help it and thrust a little harder.
I learned to recognize his signs and backed off each time I got him near the edge. I didn’t know when I’d ever get another chance and I wanted this to last forever even though my jaw ached and my lips were swollen and sore. Finally he begged me to let him come and I caught the desperate note in his voice. I held his hip down with one hand, understanding now why he’d done that to me, and sucked him hard.
He came in my mouth and I didn’t taste the first spurt when it hit the back of my throat. The next ones were salty and musky and pure male. I tasted him, my first man and took in his essence, swallowing every drop of his precious juice.
I had made him come. He liked what I did, I could tell. And I was happier than I’d ever been in my entire life. If a man like Nick was okay being a queer, then I could be okay too. Just… I didn’t want to leave. But I knew I had to.
Nick:
Damn. What he lacked in skill he made up in eagerness. I never met someone so anxious to please. Or so quick to learn. I swear he was playing me by the time I begged him to let me come, but I couldn’t take any more.
I was panting and he was exhausted but grinning, his crooked smile lighting up his eyes with sinful glee.
“Come here, you little devil.” I gathered him into my arms and he squirmed a bit, trying to position a pillow under my knee.
He snuggled into my neck and I kissed his shoulder, it being all I could reach. Sleepily he asked, “Why did you call me baby?”
“Because you’re mine now, you’re my baby. And I’m going to take care of you. We’ll be great together.”
I heard the swift intake of breath and hoped he wasn’t going to run from me again. If he did though, I was going to get Warrick and Catherine to round him up and bring him back to me. I wasn’t kidding, he was mine. Even if I had to hog tie him to the bed to keep him.
“Okay,” he said and then he was asleep.
I was too happy to sleep. I watched him, feeling I had something precious and fragile in my arms. I tightened them around him. “My beautiful boy,” I whispered and I watched him as he slept.
I must have slept too because I woke up and he was gone. My knee had stiffened up and it was all I could do to hobble to the door and take a piss in the grass from the top stair. I took the aspirin he’d left by the bed, cursing myself for having let him get away again.
Greg:
I was up with the birds. It’s just the way I am, I’d always been a morning person, up bright and early.
Sara snorted as I came into her stall and forked hay for her. I refilled her water bucket and cleaned out her stall. Nick’s horse, Gil, was stabled a bit further down the line. I went down and introduced myself. He was a stallion but very well mannered and accepted my attention with the graciousness of a grand prize winner, which he was.
After I finished tending to the horses, I made my way to the concession stand. It was early and they’d just started brewing the coffee, so I waited. I’m no good without my coffee in the morning. I explained that I was taking it back to Nick, so Sofia, the cook, told me to wait, she’d rustle up some eggs for him.
I walked back to his camper slowly, trying not to slop the coffee while carrying the plate of eggs. I set the plate on the ground and climbed the stairs to the trailer.
Nick looked up at me in disbelief as I carried the cups over to him.
“I thought you’d run off on me again,” he accused in a suspiciously thick voice.
“Hang on, let me get your eggs before the ants do,” I said and hopped down to get them. “Fed your horse.”
“Hang the eggs,” he said firmly. He waited till I put them down and pulled me down onto the bed and kissed me. Thoroughly. Until I couldn’t think and I was humping against him, whining like a dog. He grinned with satisfaction.
“Now bring me my coffee and eggs,” he demanded.
“You’re cruel,” I moaned but I handed him his cup. He ended up feeding me half the eggs as we sat on the bed together.
Nick:
He had two events that day. I helped him visualise each move in the roping, talking him through every possibility he might be facing. If I couldn’t ride in my event, at least I could help him out with his.
Greg left to saddle his horse and prepare himself and that’s when Catherine came in. She had a couple crutches for me.
“Things go better this time?”
I nodded and kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Cath. Went great.”
“Want to watch him ride?”
“Yeah,” I smiled. “I’d like that.” I’d been on crutches before and I still had the hang of it. I gimped along behind her and we sat together in the first row because no way I could handle the stairs. She cuddled into my arm, watching her man while I watched mine. He won. And when he turned and flashed that incandescent smile in my direction, my heart just jumped in my chest. He was it for me and I hope to God I was it for him.
I didn’t even care when they put Conrad up on Firemaker. Not that he lasted more than two seconds. Flat on his back in the dust the minute they came out of the chute. Warrick was laughing too hard to be of much use, but luckily Archie drew the bull and Conrad lived to hear all the jokes at his expense. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.
Greg:
We spent that night together and sucked each other off again. Damn, I don’t think I could ever get tired of that. I was a little nervous, wondering if he was going to fuck me, but after we both came, he just pulled me close and I fell asleep listening to him breathe.
I woke up early again and we rolled together naked, legs tangled, kissing and rubbing until we exploded all over each other and lay, gasping for breath. He kissed me again.
“I’m heading out this morning, going back to my ranch. No point following the circuit if I can’t ride.”
I just clutched at him. The rodeo was moving on today; three weeks left in the season. I aimed to follow it but suddenly it didn’t mean so much to me any more. My throat was dry and I choked down the questions that sprang to my tongue. Fuck, I wanted to go with him. But I couldn’t ask.
“I know you’re going to follow the circuit. You should, you’re having a good season and you’re damn talented,” he said and his voice was even and calm. Fuck, he didn’t want me.
“I want you to make me proud. I’ll listen to the results on the radio.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
“Then you come out to the ranch. You work for me. I’ll teach you what you need to know to be a winner.”
“Really?” Damn, there was the squeak, just like a teenaged girl. “You want me… me to work for you?”
“You got any other plans I should know about? You going back to your parents?”
I shook my head vigorously. “Never going back there.”
“Well, all right then,” he smiled. Damn he had a beautiful smile. I couldn’t imagine a handsomer cowboy than him. “You come live with me. I told you, you’re mine now. I’m going to take care of you. And when you get there…”
In spite of his knee, he managed to roll me under him and ground his hips down against mine. “When you get there, I’m gonna make you mine, fully mine. Understand?”
Did I ever! “Yes, sir!” I agreed.
Nick:
I took off early before his first ride. I wanted to kiss him goodbye, which I did in the privacy of my camper. I couldn’t bear to stick around and give him a casual goodbye in front of other people, even though I would have liked to watch him ride.
It was only three weeks and then he’d be heading to my ranch. I couldn’t wait. By then my knee would be better and I’d be able to do a lot more to him. Like fuck his brains out.
I snuck a twenty with a note wrapped around it into the pocket of his jeans before I left. He wouldn’t take my money when I offered. I knew he needed some dough and I figured his pride would ensure that he came to the ranch if only to return the money. Yeah, sneaky of me, but what can I say? I wanted to make sure he came.
I hadn’t realised how much I would miss him until I headed the camper toward Texas. Damn. I never fell in love before and I never knew it could happen so quick. I missed him already.
Greg:
I didn’t find the money until that night, when I went to take off my jeans and heard the crackle of paper. He knew I wouldn’t take the money outright, but he managed to slip it to me anyhow.
It was dark already and between the sliver of moon casting almost no light and my eyes blurring with tears, I couldn’t make out the words.
Next morning, driving toward the next stop on the rodeo tour, I had the words memorized:
Greg,
Consider this an advance on your wages for your first two weeks.
Ride well, baby, make me proud.
Then bring my heart back to me.
Nick
Damn. I hadn’t realised how much I would miss him. I never thought I’d find love and I missed him bad. But I made him proud. Me and Sara. We won. And I never had to touch the twenty. It was still in my pocket when I headed the truck toward Texas.
Nick:
I heard his rundown truck before I saw the dust coming up the dirt road to the ranch. I was waiting on the front porch for him.
When he jumped down he looked nervous but when I caught his eye, there was that crooked grin, lighting up his face. He ran toward me and I caught him up in my arms and spun him around. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I kissed him. Hard.
“Mine!” I growled and bit his neck. He giggled.
“Get down, baby. Let me show you the stable.” I let him go with one last kiss and he slithered down my body, his eyes bright with promise and need.
He went to the trailer and opened the door, crooning a little to his mare. She was a pretty one, long legs for a quarter horse. She clattered down the ramp and stretched, tossing her head.
I led the way to the stables. “Ever breed her?”
“Nope, wanted to make sure it was right, you know?” He looked at me anxiously.
“Maybe she and Gil will hit it off. You can stable her in here or turn her out into the field. Plenty of grass and water. Fences are sound.
He nodded and turned her into the field. She seemed happy to be out of the trailer.
“And now…” I said, pulling him toward the house. I felt him shiver.
Greg:
I’d forgotten how handsome he was. I must have worn my poor dick out, jacking off three times a day while I replayed every damn thing we’d done in his trailer. I thought I’d never get it up again and here I could barely walk I was so stiff.
I wanted this so bad and at the same time I was so scared. I knew in theory how fucking worked, I just didn’t know how it would feel. But damn, I wanted to belong to him and judging by the predatory glint in his eye, he definitely wanted it too.
The minute the door closed behind us, he was on me, his hands were everywhere. I didn’t have time to protest as his mouth was taking mine, kissing me like he was going to eat me. I wasn’t far behind, frantically unbuttoning his shirt and reaching for his nipples. I twisted them and he yelped and jumped, then did the same to me as we ricocheted off the wall and crashed into a chair.
I fell on my ass on the floor and he laughed, stooping to yank my boots off. He hauled me to my feet and had my jeans around my knees before I knew it, hobbling me as he dragged me toward his bedroom. I fumbled with his belt and pushed his jeans down, handicapping him in the same way.
We smacked into the wall and then we were in his room. It was nice, big and sparely furnished. One dresser, a chair and a big iron bedstead with a headboard and footboard. He grunted as he picked me up and threw onto the mattress.
Before I could push off, he landed on top of me. I stared up at him and he smiled before he kissed me.
Nick:
He felt so good under me. The short time we had together when my knee was hurt, I hadn’t been able to brace myself on top of him. I wanted to feel him wriggle under me and he did, deliciously.
I stripped him off and took care of my jeans and boxers before I pinned him to the bed and kissed him ruthlessly.
“And now,” I said, when I had him gasping for air, “It’s time to take what’s mine.”
His eyes opened at that. I could see fear and excitement there and I smiled at him. “I’ll take care of you, baby. You’re mine.”
He nodded. I proceeded to kiss and lick every inch of his body, just like I wanted to after the first time, savouring his creamy skin and finding all his hot spots. He arched up when I kissed his nipples but I already knew he was sensitive there. I nuzzled his armpit and his breath came a little quicker. I tongued his bellybutton and he whimpered like a puppy.
I licked a line up the underside of his cock and damn, he was so hard. I knew what I planned would be easier the more relaxed he was so I turned him over and kissed my way down his spine, watching as he trembled under me. He moaned, long, low and soft, when I pulled his cheeks apart and licked my way to his opening. His hips quivered and he ground himself into the sheets as I kissed the puckered skin, delighting in the musky scent of him.
Greg:
Oh my fucking God! Just kill me now! I never even imagined anything could feel so good. Just do it more! It felt so dirty but so good when he did that. I felt like this was heaven and nothing would ever be better.
Then he flipped me onto my back again and put that hot, horny mouth on my cock. He urged me to raise my knees and I felt his hand sliding between my cheeks, slippery with oil. As he sucked I felt a finger nudging at my hole and immediately tensed up.
He looked up at me. “Relax, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
I couldn’t help the sound I made. It wasn’t recognizable as a word. I tried my best to relax and he bent to take me in his mouth again. I cried out and thrust up and his finger was inside. I grabbed frantically at the sheets as I felt my muscles clench around him and at the same time I shot in his mouth as his finger touched something deep inside me that spread a wave of blissful pleasure through my whole body.
I lay there, limp and spent, conscious of his finger up my ass, wondering what came next.
When I opened my eyes he was smiling down at me. His finger started moving slowly inside me and I felt that feeling inside again. My body responded to his stroking by arching and twisting; each time he hit that spot I gasped.
He twisted his finger and I moaned. “Take me, make me yours,” I whispered. I felt like I couldn’t wait another minute.
Nick:
“Let me get you ready. It’s going to hurt a little bit.”
“I don’t care,” he exclaimed passionately. “Just do it!” Then he bit his lip and closed his eyes.
I worked another finger in. I could tell I was driving him crazy but I wanted to do right by him and that included preparing him as best I could.
He’d already come once and he was hard again. I hadn’t and my cock was arguing with me, telling me to hurry up, but I knew I could wait a little longer. I worked my fingers in circles, gently opening him, relaxing the muscle. He was tight and hot and I couldn’t wait to get in there. I pulled my fingers out and he opened his eyes.
“Should I roll over?”
“No, I want to see your face when I take you and make you mine,” I said, pushing his thighs apart. The skin on the inner face was so silky and soft. Even though the hair on his head was dark, his body hair was light and golden, barely visible. I stroked him, feeling the tremor in his legs.
I lifted his hips and pushed a pillow under his ass, raising him up so I could see him spread open for me. I hooked his legs over my shoulders. He was limber enough that I knew I could bend him in half.
I pressed my cock to his opening and pushed inside.
Greg:
It hurt. I won’t lie, but I wanted him inside me so bad I pushed up to meet him. He stopped.
“No rush, baby, we got time. Take it easy. Let’s take this slow.”
I nodded but my heart was pounding so hard, I could barely catch my breath. I felt his hand rub my stomach and he trailed little kisses over my face. I turned my head and kissed him, hard. He knew what I wanted.
He started rocking his hips slowly and I felt him fill me, one inch at a time. Every inch burned inside me and I wanted that burn, it was like an initiation. I felt him take me and own me with that beautiful cock of his. I lost my erection when he started cos I was concentrating so hard on not making a sound that would betray that he was hurting me. But when he brushed over that spot inside me, I knew why men agreed to this. Agreed, hell, I wanted him bad and I was rock hard again.
He must have seen the change in my face because he let out a breath. I hadn’t realised he was being so careful, but since then I figured it out. It just made me love him more. He pushed all the way inside me until I could feel his balls resting on my ass. Then he stopped and watched my face.
“Okay, baby?”
I nodded and he started to move, carefully, slowly and the stretching burn melted away, leaving only pleasure; a warm glow that filled me, cascading down my arms and legs, curling my toes.
I jerked involuntarily as he started to fuck me. No, it wasn’t fucking, it was making love. He moved inside me, lifting me higher than I ever imagined. He said I would be his and his hard cock inside me was making it true. I’d dreamed about this for so long and now that it was happening, I knew that I would never let anyone else take me this way. If he didn’t want me, well, then I would live without this, but oh, how I wanted him to want me.
Nick:
I was careful but I still hurt him. He was so tight and narrow. I saw it on his face, but I also saw when the pleasure overtook the pain. He relaxed and I did too. His cock got hard again and his hips started to move in time with mine.
I’d certainly fucked other men before, but this time was different. I was taking him and making him mine. He belonged to me, I knew that as certain as I knew the sun would come up tomorrow.
For the first time someone else’s pleasure mattered to me more than mine did. I moved slowly, watching the soft pleasure change his face. His eyes were open but heavy and he writhed under me, arching up to meet each thrust as I drove into his body. I felt his flesh yield to me as we became one. He surrendered to me, giving me his body completely, opening to me as I ploughed his tight channel.
For the first time he was silent. He’d always moaned and gasped when I made love to him with my hands or my mouth, but now he was silent, watching me with those great eyes. I felt his inner muscles clenching around me, pulling me deeper inside him.
I felt his hand slide to the back of my neck and he stroked me. His other hand was on my back, nails digging in as he struggled to pull us even closer. I started moving deeper and he groaned my name as I pulled out slowly and equally slowly sank myself into his welcoming passage. I could feel him pulsing around me as I impaled him.
“Mine,” I whispered and I saw his mouth form the word but no sound came out. “Yours.”
I lowered my mouth to his and our kisses were slower now than before, deliberate. He moaned and I felt the vibration echo through both our bodies. I rested my lips on his, swallowing each breath as though sharing the air with him.
My hips were moving faster now. I was pushing into him, thrusting harder, taking him deeply. The way he felt around me, the hitch of his breath, the pounding of his heart against mine, I never knew it could be this good. I felt the warmth and pressure build in my groin and I knew I was getting closer.
Greg:
I felt his hand slide over my belly and find my cock. He started stroking me in time to his thrusts. It was almost too much and I was glad his weight pinned me to the bed. As it was, I arched up under him as much as I could.
He was pounding me harder and every inch of him dragged over that spot inside and it was so intense. When I felt him explode inside me, I lost control and I was shooting over his hand. It hit my chest, my stomach, his stomach and we were both crying out together.
I clenched around him, I wanted to feel him inside me as long as I could. I felt him shift over me and he slipped out. I felt so empty.
Until he said it.
“I love you, baby.”
~*~*~*~
Nick propped himself up on an elbow and looked at his boyfriend, lazily trailing his fingers over his smooth chest.
“So what do you think happened with them?”
Greg smiled up at Nick. “Greg went to work for Nick and learned all his secret rodeo wisdom. They went on the circuit for another couple years. Nick’s knee got worse and he had to quit. Greg rode Firemaker and won after Nick retired. They used the prize money to buy more cattle. Warrick and Catherine came to live on the ranch. Warrick became the foreman when they needed to hire more hands. Gil and Sara had babies and they lived happily ever after.”
Nick laughed happily. “A fairytale ending. I think I’ll have to teach you to ride first though. I love Gil and Sara having babies. Next time I see her stalking him in the halls, I’m going to laugh, I just know it.”
“Be nice, Nicky. Sara’s always got my back, even though she would never date me.”
“You know you never wanted to date her, Greg,” Nick said firmly. He needed to hear it again.
“I never wanted to date her,” Greg said solemnly. “I just needed a beard so no one would notice me perving over your ass when you came in the lab.”
Nick kissed Greg breathless and let him up when he had been properly reminded of whose property he was.
“So, did you know you were gay when you were thirteen?”
Greg nodded silently. Nick noticed the look in his eyes. He hated that sad look. It was wrong. Greg should look happy. And he paid so much attention to Nick, asking for stories about when he grew up and all about his sisters, his brother and the ranch. Nick suddenly realised he didn’t know much about what happened to Greg growing up.
“Tell me,” he said softly.
Greg raised his hand to Nick’s cheek, looking into his eyes. Whatever he saw there seemed to satisfy him. “I knew I was different before that, but I didn’t know exactly how I was different. I was always in accelerated classes, you know, but I was late reaching puberty. And all my friends were talking about girls. I thought girls were cute but I realised that my fantasies were about guys kissing me, not me kissing girls.”
He paused and Nick nodded encouragingly.
“And I would have done anything not to be gay. I hated it. I hated myself. I got weird, dyed my hair black and wore eye make up. It was like camouflage, you know, better goth than gay. I was hoping people wouldn’t notice. Just see the goth weirdness and not look for anything deeper.”
“So who did?”
“My parents. My mom teaches psychology and I guess she read the signs. She told my father to give me “the Talk.” He gave me the talk about safe sex and gave me a list of websites about AIDS.”
“Geez, that was helpful.” Nick felt disgusted. He wasn’t exactly out to his parents, although he had a sense that was coming. But he couldn’t imagine such a cold acceptance of the fact. Crying, fighting, raging even, but not just handing him a list and leaving him on his own.
“So how did you get to where you could accept yourself? You’ve helped me so much. If I’d never met you I might have lived in the closet the rest of my life.”
“Papa Olaf.” Greg smiled. He always smiled when he mentioned his grandfather. He started to laugh.
“What, what?” Nick asked, smiling as he watched Greg remembering.
“He took me to a gay pride parade. As you can imagine, some pretty weird types show up in San Francisco. But there were also regular gay people who looked normal, like anyone. And there were parents and siblings, people who were marching to support someone they loved who was gay. When we got there, he opened the trunk of his car and took out a couple of signs. And we marched in the parade together.”
“What did your signs say?” Nick asked.
“Mine said, ‘Gay Pride’. His said, ‘My grandson is gay and I’m proud of him.’” Greg rolled onto his stomach and his shoulders shook. Nick rubbed his back until the tremors stopped.
He rolled onto his back again and brushed away a tear. “It meant more to me than if he said he loved me. You can love someone even if they do bad stuff. But he said he was proud of me and that meant it was okay to be gay. I was okay.”
“I love you, baby,” Nick whispered and kissed his boyfriend.
“Love you too.”