Jobe has a cigarette in the patio outside the hotel room. He came into town for the horse auction, but in the evening there was nothing to do. There was a hot guy walking around the hotel in that morning, but he was nowhere to be found when Jobe went down for dinner. After a period of digestion, Jobe decided it was too warm in his room, and it made sense to go for a swim. He was not expecting to see that man, the hottest man in the hotel, reading in a lounge chair. Fuck.
The cigarette was supposed to calm his nerves, but every time he glanced at that guy’s direction he got the jitters again. It was unlikely to go away. He was so hot. Just a slab of American beef. Shoulda been auctioned with the horses. Woulda gone for more, definitely.
Jobe exhaled and put out his cigarette stub. He strode into the pool with his Wyoming-bred swagger. He walked over the chair next to Hot Guy.
“Pardon. Mind if I set my hat here or are you waitin’ for someone?”
The man looked up from the book and startled slightly. “Ah, it’s you!”
Jobe blinked. “Me?”
“Yeah, I was behind you a bit in the line to check-in yesterday. I overheard you say you live in Boulander. I grew up in Arrow Bend.”
“Ah, that’s the next town over! What are the odds. You still live in Wyoming?”
“Sure do. About an hour from Casper.”
Jobe felt his heart race when he saw the man’s eyes flicker to his crotch. “Man what the odds. Are you here for the auction?”
“Sure am.”
“Me too.”
“Maybe we can be friends,” the man purred.
Jobe shifted on his feet. “I’d like that.”
“Well go for your swim, let’s talk after I finish my book.”
Before Jobe to could stop himself, he blurted out, “Maybe we could go back to my room and have a nightcap.”
A deep smirk appeared on the man’s face. “I’d like that.”
Jobe’s head spun. He realized he was getting an erection and turned away. “Good. Let’s talk later cowboy.” Jobe could have sworn he heard the man groan. He was relieved the pool was cold.
Later that evening, they made it through one shot of bourbon before tensions boiled over. Jobe was thrown to the bed and ridden like a stallion. He hadn’t realized how badly he needed a fuck, but as the stress of work and travel melted away, Jobe had a feeling the stranger wouldn’t be spending much time in his own room for the duration of the trip.
“Come on in, the water’s gay!” “What?” “What do you mean what?” “What did you just say?” “The water’s great, why?” “….” Oh god, he wants to fuck me. Oh god, I am probably going to let him. “Are you coming or not?” Eventually. “Uh yeah. One sec. Gonna take a cold swig of water first.”
“Hey…you came.” Courtney yawned. “Of course I did. I had to give you your blanket back.” “You didn’t have to,” Alec said. “You could have kept it.” “I want to. But my parents would know it’s yours. My mom asked you about it on the first day. She’d get suspicious about why I have it.” Alec sighed. “But if you give it back, it means it’s over. I don’t want you to go.” Courtney pressed his lips together to keep his chin from trembling. “I don’t want to either. Dad’s got this whole schedule for the trip…” he waved his hand and trailed off. Alec swallowed hard. Courtney sniffled. They leaned forward and shared a soft kiss, almost not daring to touch at all. Courtney held his denim jacket closed with his fingers to ward off the morning chill. Birds chirped as dawn broke over the desert. They parted. Alec watched Courtney fold the blanket and pass it over. “Here. I’m sorry it’s not uh, clean, I think it still has some of our.. you know on it…” Courtney scuffed his foot in the dust. Aelc took it and held it to his chest. “I don’t care. That night we spent under the stars was beautiful. Nothing about it is gross to me.” Courtney smiled. “I still wish you would keep it though. Cause then I had proof that you were here. Cause once you leave it’ll be like it never happened.” Alec paused. “Fuck.” Courtney hugged him. Alec crushed him back. “I’ll give you something else to remember me by before I leave. And I’ll write.” “Promise?” “Promise.”
Alec exhaled. He looked over his shoulder. “My shift is going to start soon.” “Then I guess this is good bye?” “Well… Good bye then,” Alec said. Courtney scuffed his foot. He looked down and turned to walk away. Alec couldn’t bare it after three steps. “Court?” Courtney turned halfway. “Yeah?” “I love you.” Courtney’s mouth parted. The words stuck to his dry lips and it took a second to loosen them. “I love you too.” Alec’s face lit up. Courtney ran back to his family’s RV, laughing with giddiness.
Later that morning, when they left the camping park, Courtney sat in the back of the camper as it pulled out of the entrance to the RV park. His parents were up front, dad was driving. There were no separate lanes, just a wide dusty path for big turns. Courtney could see Alec was up ahead; he had come out of the welcome booth to watch them go. Courtney got on his knees and squeezed his arm through the slight gap in the window, as far as it would go, hand clutched around something. When the timing was right, Courtney jerked his elbow and a small rectangle went flying.
Alec dove for it. It bounced off his fingertips but he barely caught it before it hit the ground. When he parted his hands, his jaw dropped. It was Madonna’s new cassette tape. The one they’d listened to in the portable, that night, under the stars. They’d talked about it for an hour after. It had blown Alec’s mind. Alec rarely got new music; his family only went to the city with the music store like once or twice a year. Alec clutched his treasure to his chest and watched the RV go until it was just a cloud of dust. There was a tiny corner sticking out of it. He pushed his tears away and opened it. Inside was a white scrap of paper. On it was Courtney’s address and three words. “I was here.”
___________________________________________ Captions are fictional. I’m almost certain this is somewhere near Joshua Tree.
Garden Gazing: Cameron Parks and Shane Cook in Helix Studios’ “Dig In.” (Link nsfw.)
Daniel cracked a beer and opened the back patio door. “How is that rose pruning co-…m…ing.” Daniel blinked. He took a sip of beer. “I see you met my son.” “Dad-” “Mr. Romero-” “No no, it’s fine. Just don’t come in the pool and clean up after yourselves. And finish the roses.”
He went back inside and shut the patio door behind him. “Uh- is your dad really ok with this?” “Let’s just say that as long as we’re not fucking in the roses, he does not give a damn.” “…Ok then. Can I uh, examine your shorts then? I never see boys wearing pink shorts…” “I was wondering when you were gonna ask that…”
“Hi Davey.” “Hi Detrix.” “It’s Monday.” “Yes, Davey.” “And I don’t have to go to work today because Christmas is on Thursday.” “Yes.” “And we had some fun this morning didn’t we?” Detrix grinned. “Yes we did.” “And now we’re lounging around in our pajamas. And you’re wearing my old pants which is so adorable.” “Is it?” “It is. And you’re making me coffee.” “Yes, I am, Davey.” Detrix couldn’t stop smiling. Davey kissed him on the cheek. “And best of all, you’re my boyfriend.” Detrix turned pink. “You like me still? After three years?” “Yep. I don’t see that changing any time soon.” Detrix stammered a few words then stopped trying to conjur words. “Here’s your coffee, boyfriend.” Davey giggled. “Thank you, boyfriend. Should I fry up some bacon for breakfast?” “Shirtless?” Davey looked down at himself. “I should put an apron on.” “Apron on, pants off?” Detrix said hopefully. “Well. You did make me coffee. I am obliged.” “Yesssss,” Detrix said. “Well it’s confirmed. How I feel about you is not changing any time soon.” Davey just smiled and went to get the apron. He looked pretty pleased.
Soft music played from the speakers. The
warm water soothed our yoga-sore muscles. The vitamin E oil in the water
mixed with the rose oils and petals made it feel like we were soaking
in liquid silk. Benedict was reclining against my chest, eyes closed. I
could see the tiny movements of his eyes under his pale lids. I kissed
his temple. He smiled and reached for his wine glass.
These were
the moments I never thought I’d have with Benedict. With a more casual
lover, I would have just broke up with him, but there was no easy with
out of this one. I was smitten, in love. I wanted a life with Benedict,
but one thing had almost been a dealbreaker: his sex drive.
Benedict’s
sex drive simply did not have an off button. He craved sex frequently
and fervently. He seized upon any instance to touch, stroke, suck, or
put my dick inside of him. After being with him for a while, I began to
see two distinct patterns. One was just random horniness that needed to
be soothed, usually in the morning. The other was a side-effect of
exposure. He couldn’t see me change, or catch a glimpse of me in the
shower without getting hard and wanting to turn it into sex. If Benedict
saw my bulge while I watched TV in my boxer briefs, he had to try and
turn it into sex. Don’t get me started on swim trunks. We had a talk
about it more than once.
I hated letting him down, and leaving
him frustrated, especially because surprisingly Benedict wasn’t a big
fan of masturbation. He didn’t like the way it made him feel. He felt
stupid, and kind of gross, especially after, so he tended to ignore his
urges until they were pent up. As long as he had a boyfriend, Benedict
did not see the point of self-pleasure. However, he was wearing me out.
Also sex wasn’t really appropriate or possible in some instances, which
lead to stress in our relationship. What drove me crazy thought was
that I could see the potentional of our relationship underneath the
river of hormones, I just couldn’t dive down deep enough without being
swept away. Benedict wanted to cuddle. He wanted to be romantic. He
wanted to go on dates, and have fun, without bringing sex into
everything. Benedict told me once he wished he could see nude bodies in
museums the way artists did, instead of how perverts did.
That’s
when I realized Benedict knew that he was out of control himself, but
was too embarrassed to confess. So, I decided to take the Big Step
Forward in our relationship and assert myself. I locked his cock up in a
pretty metal cage. No pesky erections. No distraction. No masturbation.
Turns out, that his rampant hunger to be fucked only reared itself when
he was fully hard and ready to go. So as long as it was locked down,
his sex drive only simmered. It was much more manageable. The orgasms I
gave him were more powerful and lasted longer. Plus, Benedict found it
fun to postpone his orgasms until I could give him a really big one. When he thought to beg for sex, he found himself pausing, remembering the
fun of preferring long nights in the bedroom with toys and torment instead of
quickies.
Slowly, we began to enjoy the rebirth of our
relationship. Here we were in a scene I never thought possible: we were
having a bath. That’s it. Just a bath, both of us, completely nude (well, him locked),
completely wet, and Benedict’s hand was no where near my cock. He was
sipping his wine and just relaxing. It was wonderful to just be us. I mean, we went to yoga as a couple today, and Benedict was an angel. He got to stare at my ass and didn’t get an embarrassing public boner. Everyone wins.
I
put my arms around his waist. Now, I could see a future together. The
same key that locks the chastity cage can also be used to open the key
to a boy’s heart.
_______________ Text is fictional. I might have posted this before, but it was sitting in drafts, so I’m not entirely sure.
That moment of knowing that your fears are totally unfounded, that your trust in him has paid off, is bliss. When a slow song comes on, and all he wants is to cuddle you skin to skin? Bliss. To be shirtless in a throbbing gay club and he hasn’t flirted with anyone else? Bliss. Confidence. Trust. Reassurance. He’s definitely yours. He definitely likes you, like a lot. No need to worry anymore. No reason for paranoia or jealousy. All the evidence you need is right in front of you. You wrap your arms around him and kiss the top of his head. You tell you that you love him, although you’re sure he can’t hear it over the music.
I walk into the living room with my coffee. “Oh! There you are. Your
bedroom was empty. Is that the stray lad you brought in last night?” James nods. I can tell he’s smiling behind his hands. “You’ve taken quite a fancy to him have you?” James nods. “Did you have a bit of a frolic this morning?” James nods again. “Well
done. You got in quite late last night too.” You eyes rove over the two
of them. Where are their clothes? And is that a sheet? “James,
honey…are you both twisted up in the sheet?” He nods. “Are you stuck because he’s asleep?” He begins to giggle. “Oh James, you poor dear. Stuck on top of a naked hunk.” “I have to pee,” he whispers. My turn to laugh. “Alright, let’s get you off of him without waking him.” I could tell by the pleased look on his face that he didn’t really want to get up.
Your pup has a habit of being way too social with strangers, so you had to secure him to the lockers in the gym while you went to exercise. You know exactly where he is, and that he’s not getting into trouble. You’re also pretty sure he’s getting lots of pets, scritches, and butt slaps, all of which he loves, so your boy enjoys your gym time and isn’t bored. Having a high-energy pup has been a challenge, but over-coming it together as a duo has improved your relationship.
Plus, your boy loves the reward of smelling your clothes when you’re off in the shower. Win/win.
