Daniel glowered at the phone that interrupted his headspace. He had just found his rhythm, John had just relaxed enough so Daniel could bury every inch of him in with every thrust. It continued to ring.
Daniel sighed as he pulled out. He leaned over and picked the transparent phone up off the cradle. “Hello? Oh hi Coral.” John twisted and looked up at him in a panic, eyes wide. He was mouthing ’tell her I’m not here!’ Daniel rolled his eyes. “No, I haven’t seen him.” Daniel stuffed a sock in John’s mouth then crawled back to where he was behind that beautiful peach of an ass. “Why are you policing where your brother is anyway? You’re not his mom.” Daniel squirted some more lube on his cock, gave it a few strokes to muster it back up, and pushed back in. John groaned from behind the sock. Daniel thrusted lazily with his hand on John’s lower back. “Bad people??” He laughed. “You watch too many movies. I mean, John and I don’t really hang out, but we have some of the same friends. Ain’t no one could corrupt him if they tried. That little church boy? Even if he hung out with a motorcycle gang, he’d just end up doing their laundry.” Daniel kept thrusting. “Honestly, I don’t know where he is Coral. Not my day to watch him. Checked everywhere huh. Why don’t you go to St. Bart’s park and check the cruising places?” Even from where John was on the bed, he could hear his sister yell on the phone, “Fuck you, my brother ain’t no faggot!”
Daniel laughed. “God you’re easy to rile up.” A pause. “Yeah, whatever. I’m hanging up.” He tossed the phone on the bed. When John glanced back at him again, Daniel just pointed to the cradle. John hastily put it on the cradle before he spit out the sock.
“The cruising spots?? Are you insane? Are you trying to tell her I’m gay?” John shouted. “Oh come on, it was kind of funny. You know she’ll never go there. But who you fuck ain’t her business.” Daniel grabbed John’s hips and drove in him hard. “It’s my business.” John groaned. “Oh woah! Oh damn yeah, do that again. I’ll cum in no time!” “Good boy, I like that you stayed hard through that. I’m gonna reward you real good.” “Oh god Daniel, yeah fuuuck!”
Daniel found his rhythm and set to bringing them both to climax before he lost his erection. John was all his – and he wanted it to stay that way. His ass was heaven.
“Get that thing away from me!” Brazos yelled. I crossed my arms. “I thought you liked cock,” I said. Brazos sent me a death look. “I like cock, but that ain’t no rooster, that’s a fucking killer dinosaur. When he pecked my ankles he was going for blood! He’s a killer, I mean, look at the spurs on that thing!” “Yeah his job is to guard the flock. Look at him puffed up right now, he’s doing such a good job.” “Aw Christ, I’m sorry, just call Bucky off!”
“First, you’re gonna listen to me,” I said sternly. “You listen to me, and you listen to me good. If I catch you with Derrick again, or find out you snuck off with him, I’m going to geld you first and then have that rooster chase you off my property. He just turned 16. You want him, you wait. You understand me?” “16?” Brazos gulped. “Aw hell, he said he was almost 18-” “That doesn’t make it better! He’d still be 17. That’s still underage! Are you tryin to lose your balls?” Brazos winced. “He came on to me first!” “Brazos, you fucking moron. He’s 16. Looking at a tile floor makes him horny. There ain’t a lot of boys out here his own age for him to mess with -and I’m working on that- but that doesn’t mean you take advantage of him. Laws still apply out here.”
Brazos whined. He watched the rooster patrolling around the AC unit. “Fuck I’m sorry. Don’t send me to jail. I’ll behave, I swear, I know that was wrong- god my leg’s are cramping. Come on, call off that rooster Danny, please. My ass is burnin’ out here in the sun.” “You’re going to go into town and work out your urges you hear? You come back on Monday and act right, or I’ll fire you. I don’t want to, cause you’re damn good at your job. But my family comes first.” Brazos hung his head. He looked ashamed. “Yeah, I understand. I’m sorry, Danny.” “Good.” I walked over and picked up the rooster, tucking him under my arm like a football. “How on God’s earth did you do that?” Brazos gawked. “That’s a bird of satan.” “Aw Bucky? No he’s such a sweet baby.” I stroked his neck feathers. “Oh you’re all worked up. You protected our family, you big strong boy. Let’s go get you a treat.” Bucky clucked.
Brazos sheepishly climbed down from the AC unit. The other ranch hands who heard the commotion had come over and were snickering at him. His face was bright red. We watched him shuffle into the barn, hand over his crotch. A moment later we heard a yell. “Where are my pants?” “Ask Rambo.” Jose said while laughing. Brazos came out of the barn with his shirt in his hand. He squinted into the sun at the paddock across the dirt lot, where a large bull was staring at him, wearing Brazos’s jeans over his horns. “Oh are you fucking serious!” We burst out laughing. As Brazos went over to him, the bull trotted away, sending everyone in peals of laughter. Brazos was great with the horses, but that bull was temperamental and only liked Jose, who had raised him since a calf.
While Brazos was trying to negotiate with Jose to get his pants back, I took Bucky to get a treat and put him back with his ladies.
Now, I had to go talk to my son. He was too old for a bare bottom spanking over my lap, but that didn’t mean he didn’t need one. I was going to have to do something about him. There’s a lot in the Farmer’s Almanac about raising corn, but not a lot about bringing up a twink. Good lord, was there a summer camp I could send him to? That boy needed to be away from sweaty shirtless men for a while. I think that was just the heart of the problem. He needed to be around sweaty shirtless teenagers his age.
I went inside the house. As I was washing my hands, I heard the stairs creak. “Dad? Did you kill Brazos?” “Wanted to geld him, but no. And he won’t be bothering you no more, and you won’t be bothering him.” “Oh,” was all Derrick would say. He sighed in relief. “I’m glad you didn’t kill him. I’m so sorry Dad, I didn’t mean to get him in trouble. He was just shirtless-” I dried my hands. “Shirtless. Christ, shirts, the cause of our all problems. Derrick, go back upstairs and lie down on the bed in your shorts.” He knew exactly what that meant. “Oh no,” Derrick groaned.
Running a ranch was complicated and messy; often it was just not fun. The days I was in college and spanking people for fun seemed like a long time ago.
“Good morning kitten. I’m surprised you can still move after how much we fucked last night. A little sore are we? Not surprised your hole is tender. That’s fine, I’d still love it if you just sucked my cock, though. You look surprised that I can even be hard right now. Fuck, I’m horny as hell after sleeping pressed up against your naked body last night. Also, man, I am really noticing that you are even prettier in the daylight. I hope you will stick around long enough to let me fuck you again. I can tell by your face you want it. You know, I’ve brought a lot of merch home from concerts, but nothing quite like you.”
“Thank you for allowing me to turn down the bed for you Sir. Master sent me to make sure you feel comfortable this evening, so I am pleased you’re allowing me to fulfill this task. Our home is your home while you are our esteemed guest; so if there’s anything else I can do for you, please do let me know…like if you want your bed warmed, for example…”
David left the other group to come over and nudge Armani. “Look at that.” He gestured with his wine glass. Armani turned around. “Look at that indeed. So rare for Peter to take an interest in anyone but me, but it seems he’s made an exception for your boy.” “I’m honored, my Alexander is beautiful.” “He is. Alexander seems a bit hesitant, though,” Armani said. “He’s probably not used to another boy coming after him. Usually it’s the men without manners I have to watch out for.” Alexander glanced at David. David nodded and made a casual sweeping gesture with his hand to indicate they should continue. He turned his attention back to Armani. “We shouldn’t stare, and let them have their fun.” “Hard not to, I am enjoying watching this.” David sipped from his glass. “They are beautiful. I’ve always been wanting to ask though, why haven’t you locked Peter yet?”
Armani said and sat down in a lounge chair. “I tried once. I like the look of it more, but, it just doesn’t work with Peter. It makes him sullen and unhappy. Plus he’s very…what’s the word – touch-oriented?” “Oh like love languages? Touch is one of the love languages.” “Yes, that. Peter likes touch, and I do enjoy having access to all of him. He’s trained well enough so we haven’t had any problems.” “It’s so funny. It’s the opposite with Alexander. His love language is acts of service.” David chuckled. “Well, let’s be honest. His real love language is ‘receiving gifts’. He does love his sparkly things.” Armani laughed. “I was wondering where his jewelry was.” “I make him take it off on days we might be swimming.” “Aah.” Armani sipped his wine. “Look at them. So passionate.” “I dare say I’m getting a bit aroused watching Alexander play with Peter’s cock.” “I would think something is wrong with you if you weren’t. Come, sit down David and watch this with me.” David grabbed the half empty bottle of wine from the chiller and sat down in the parallel chair. “Refill?” “Yes please.”
Toby was sunbathing in his cute pink thong and big ol’ aviator shades in the park when someone shouted right above his head – “I GOT IT!” This was followed by the thud of footsteps in the grass. Toby moved to sit up when a frisbee landed in lap – and a giant shadow passed over him. Toby yelped out in surprise as shadow became mass that toppled over him. “Ooof! Fuck! Shit!” Duke grunted. He splayed out his legs to avoid kicking Toby in the head and put out his hands; one landed to the left of Toby’s leg, the other between his knees, to catch his weight. Toby was stunned, not by what so much had happened in the last two seconds, but by the view he was granted of an absolutely perfect uncut cock and the swell of a heavy pink testicle. Unbalanced, the man toppled over onto the grass. He rolled over onto his knees and sat up to dust himself off. “I’m so sorry about that, are you ok?” The man took the frisbee off Toby’s lap. Toby sat up and pushed up his sunglasses. “Um. Y-yes, thank you. Are you alright?” “Yeah I’m fine. I’m real sorry to have fallen on you. I tripped trying to catch this stupid plastic disc.” “Oh no don’t apologize. I should thank you for the beautiful view, actually.” The man gave a sheepish, lopsided grin. “Ah shit, did I slip out?” “A little,” Toby teased. The man glanced down and tucked himself back in with a quick gesture. Another guy jogged over. “Hey Duke, you ok?” “Yeah I’m fine. Ego’s bruised a bit.” “Did you actually catch the frisbee?” “Yeah, totally did.” “You did not,” Toby interjected. The other man laughed. “Busted.”
Duke stood up and looked at Toby. “Sorry again. Let me know if I can make it up to you somehow.” “Don’t apologize, honey, I would have paid for that view.” Toby put his sunglasses on and laid back down. “Just come say hi again before you leave.” “I just might do that.” “What is he talking about?” the other man said as the pair walked off. Duke glanced over his shoulder at the long legged beauty splayed on the towel in a thong for anyone to see. He wasn’t packing much but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be fun. Duke wished he could see what the view was from the back. “Mmn. I think I made a new friend.”
I finish tugging on my jeans and replacing my belt. I don’t want to go. I have a truck full of merchandise halfway to Boston that has to be there on deadline. I always look forward to leaving Atlanta, not because I hate the city of Peachtree, but because of my first rest stop, because of Lucien. I know very little about Lucien. He says that his mother caught him with the high school quarterback in a compromising position and threw him out of their trailer. I’m not even sure that’s his real name or if any of it is true. I think the story is.
Lucien is made of piss and vinegar. A lot of young kids in this town lose their way. The factories are gone. Drugs call. Cities call. Always farm work to be done, but you can’t check your Facebook standing in acres of wheat. Despite not having a GED, Lucien was an entrepreneur. He was barely 17 and horny as a dog, but there’s not a lot of one night stand material in a town of 450. Cordova had a grocery store, a post office representing three zip codes, hardware store, pool hall, coffee shop, and a doctor’s office, but what they didn’t have was a male whore. Plenty of female prostitutes and lot lizards around the diesel gas stations, but not a hot blooded male in sight. So, he opened up shop.
He lives at the nearby motel in a guest house behind the pool area. The town used to be a stopping off point for Laney, the next town over where a mineral spring resort used to exist. The motel used to handle a lot more traffic. The groundskeeper used to live out there in that little house, but over time it fell into disrepair. Within a year Lucien had enough cash to renovate it and claim it. It still looks like he’s in the process of moving in – books and bottles haphazardly scattered on the shelves, curtains but no blinds, some boxes of Kraft Dinner in cupboards.
He’s finishing off a cigarette as he rests nude on the mattress. The sheets are in the laundry, the comforter piled on the floor. I want him again. He’s barely 20 but can do things with that ass that have made men pass out. I called a week in advance to make an appointment, just in case. His number is in hundreds of trucker’s phones and address books from here to Vancouver, along with some farmers and highway patrol offiers. I never see them. Lucien showed me his phone once. I’m apparently in there as Yellow Truck cause my cab is yellow. I’m below Yappy Dog Owner and above Zeke with One Ball. I know I’m just a nameless cock to him and a hundred dollar bill, but I still dream of taking him back to Georgia with me and getting to enjoy that body every goddamn day. I’m sure every client of his dreams of the same thing.
As long as Lucien remains here, we all get to share. His afterglow cigarette is near done by this point. “What are you looking at?” he gives me a lazy smile. “You,“ I drawl. The late afternoon light bathes his skin in a health glow. His penis looks like a hood ornament. "Christ, just the sight of you makes me all randy again like I’m 13 years old again.”
He likes that compliment, I can tell. “Well, my next client comes in about twenty minutes but you know the rates for a blowjob at the like.”
“Instead of you blowing me…can I suck on you?”
He smothers the cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand, not even having to look where it is, although there aren’t many stubs in there. “You give good oral?” What the hell do I say to that? “I once made a girl start her period.”
He bursts out laughing, clutching himself as he rolls over onto his side. “Well that’s some claim!” he says when he recovers, “This one is free.”
“Really?”
“If you don’t make me cum, you owe me double.”
I grin. Cheeky bastard. “You’re on.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’m zipping my pants up again and wiping both my mouth and my cockhead on a handkerchief. He’s panting, cleaned cock twitching, legs akimbo. I watch him soften as he lightly fondles the sensitive skin. “God damn, I didn’t think I would actually cum again so quickly.”
“Have some faith in your clients!” I pretend to be offended, “I feel bad for your next guy though, I drained you dry.”
Lucien makes a pshaw motion and waves a hand dismissively, “He just wants a handjob. He’s too scared to fuck me.”
“What’s his name in your phone?”
He snickers. “Armadillo Boots.”
“A Texan, I’m presuming. Yellow Cab is a lot more respectable.”
“Respectable as you can get for visiting a whore, I presume.”
I frown. “Lucien, don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re a damn fine commodity and when you retire half the trucking industry is gonna go into mourning. We’re gonna make a monument out of your ass. Rename Laney to Lucien or sumtin’.”
Gosh golly, I made him blush!
He groans. “Get out of here, Yellow, you’re embarrassing me.”
I chuckle and reach for my baseball cap. “Alright, alright I’m going. Boston calls. I’ll be back through here in about 10 days, gotta make a run to Buffalo first. Keep a time slot open, I’m gonna make you dinner next time.”
“Really?” He doesn’t seem to believe me. “Really.” I walk over to the bed and kiss him lightly, “Take care Lucien, thank you.”
“Anytime, sweetheart.” He smiles, looking a bit tired and used and wiser than his 19 years. Like many men on that list, I am probably in love with him. It’s a long, lonely way to New England. I send him a postcard and magnet from Niagara Falls. When I see him again, both are displayed the fridge.
“Christ in heaven, is it morning already?” “Yes it is.” Frank said. He was standing at the foot of the bed. “It can’t be morning already,” Donovan protested. “We weren’t up that late were we?” “We went to bed at like 2 am,” Frank answered.
He stretched and let out a groan as his neck cracked. “Ah, theeeere it is.” Donovan made of complaint into the pillow. “We should have just had a quickie.” “Well, that was the plan. A little hand to hand action,
if I recall correctly. I’m not bothered being a little bit tired, we ended up having a lot of fun.” “It was fun,” Donovan admitted. He curled up into a loose ball. “Your bed is illegally comfortable.” Frank’s eyes roamed over Donovan’s body. “And you look illegally good in it. You have such a solid body, and such a big ass. I’m starting to see why I got so carried away, last night – you really excite me.” Donovan lifted his arm and looked at Frank. “Well, that’s flattering. Are you trying to apologize for the insufficient sleep I got?” “Maybe. Is it working?” “…Yes,” Donovan grunted. He put his arm back down. Frank snickered. “Come on big boy, get up. If not you’ll sleep till noon.” “I think you need to come back into this bed and snuggle with me.” “As much I want to be pressed against you, when I’m up, I’m up. And hungry,” Frank said. Donovan rolled over on his back and let his knees fall to the side. “Does this change your mind?” Frank stared. “I think I know how to wake you up.” “Oh? How?” Frank crawled back onto the bed and ran his tongue up the shaft of Donovan’s penis. Donovan made a low purring noise in the back of his throat. “If I give you a blowjob, will get you up after?” Frank asked. “Fuck. Fine. But I reserve the right to take an afternoon nap later without you nagging me about being lazy.” “Deal.” Frank lowered his head and got to work, but he was smiling the whole time. It felt like it was supposed to be a compromise, but Frank knew he was coming out the winner in this. ________________ Captions are fictional.
“I’m a dirty boy~ I’m a dirty boy~” he sings while dancing in the shower. You stare at his bouncing butt from where you’re seated on the toilet. “You are, and you better get clean if you ever want to be let out of this bathroom again.” “You hosed most of it off outside.” “Yeah but the mud’s in your hair and behind your ears – how did you do that?” “Wrestling.” You shake your head and rub the bridge of your nose. Your friend Zane had called this morning, saying his pup KJ was begging to go for a hike after the rain, and he asked if your Leo wanted to go as well. Zane knew not to ask you – you got lost in the woods as a child and never wanted to go back there. Leo was thrilled to go however. Water! Trees! Birds! Critters! Interesting rocks! Infinite sticks!
You got a foreboding text from Zane later that afternoon: “Hey we’re back in cell service and coming to drop Leo off. We’ll be coming up the porch out back.” Why would they be coming up the back porch and not the front door or the garage door? You were worried Leo got skunked or something. Luckily it turns out that wasn’t the case. However, the case was, that he and KJ had found every single mud puddle in the entire state park and spent more time in the creek than on the trail.
Zane had made the best of it by putting down towels in the back seats, but you owed the man a beer. He looked exhausted and was grumbling about poison oak. But the boys were all smiles and completely worn out, which made it worth while. An exhausted pup is a happy pup.
As you sit there, watching Leo wash his beautiful self, you notice a red spot on the back of his thigh. It’s an ingrown hair. You insist on popping it, which you do while he whines. You insist it must be done. You make a show out of checking his back, the rest of his legs, and then his pubic hair for ingrowns – and you find a tick. You groan. “Leo you weren’t supposed to bring the woods back with you!”
The house is quiet, and you’re worried you’re not going to be able to stay awake much longer. It’s way past your bed time in your time zone. You snap to full attention at a small sound. You hadn’t heard a door open or close, but the hinges in the house didn’t squeak. That said, Earl had a good record of escaping undetected. You strain to hear. The sound of socked feet growing closer is unmistakable. Your door opens. Your heart rate quickens. You glance over and Earl’s body fills the door frame.
“Hi,” you whisper. “Wonderin’ where you were.” “Sshh,” Earl replies. He drops his boxers on the floor. You throw back the sheets. He chuffs air through his nose, and you imply that he’s a bit surprised to see you’re already naked. You figured it wasn’t worth putting on pajamas this time when you had to waste time takin’ em off anyway.
You fetch the lube under your pillow and pass it into his hands. The sounds of him preparing himself excites you a lot. He tells you to turn over on your stomach, and tuck your legs under, with his voice barely above a whisper. Earl doesn’t give you any prep and you hiss as he fills you with one motion. You pull away at the sting of being stretched, but Earl has his hand where your pelvis meets your thigh to keep you against him and you don’t get far. Earl understands though, and gives you a moment to adjust.
The second your muscles relax he begins to move with purpose. You bite your lip to keep from crying out in pleasure – the discomfort mixed with the force he’s handling you with has made you almost uncomfortably erect. You sense Earl’s frustration by his suppressed grunts and staccato thrusts. He is trying to pour a year’s worth of lost time into your ass.
Earl’s hips collide against your backside with bruising force as he puts his load up you. A strained noise escapes his throat. You can hear him panting through nostrils that must be flared. Heat and wetness flood you like a fire hose. You can’t help but moan. Earl clasps at hand over your mouth, and gives you a few more thrusts while he deposits the rest of his seed. You moan in full against his palm, knowing it’ll be silenced.
The hand melts away. His cock slips out, leaving a ghost behind. Earl reaches for a tissue off the night stand; he wipes himself and tosses it on the bed next to you. Without a word, he gets up, puts on his boxers, and exits like a ninja into the dark.
You can hear his more audible steps now going down to the kitchen. That’s always been his cover story – that’s he’s up getting a drink of water. It’s worked so far. Your sister bought it the last time, when she woke up to find him gone.
You prop yourself up on one hand and finish yourself off because it feels like you’re going to combust. The sex is still just as good as when you were seniors in high school. You can’t wait for tomorrow night. Really puts the “cum” in “coming home for Christmas”.
