Chapter 15: Hay and Lust
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Chapter 15: Hay and Lust
Hayloft
10:01 A.M.
Cord closed the distance between us in a couple of strides. He pushed me onto a hay bale and fell on top of me. His mouth covered mine and we kissed deeply, hungry for each other. His mouth was as wet as mine and we grunted animalistically as we held each other, caught up in our lust. How easily we became breathless in each other’s arms, swept away by the moment. We panted and rolled among the hay bales.
I broke the kiss to breathe and said, “I should have come sooner.”
He laughed playfully and said, “Trust me, you’re going to come in a few minutes.”
I liked where he was going and said, “I guess you missed me a little, didn’t you?”
“A lot. Let’s not go into that right now.”
“What would you rather get into, Cord?”
“Your jeans,” he confessed, and unbuttoned my jeans, digging a hand inside.
What he found there was no surprise: eight swollen inches of cut d**k there for his taking—but only if he wanted my piece of timber, though I was pretty sure he did. Overcome by appetite, the cowboy pulled my stiff post free and began to lick it. He started lapping at my base and headed north, bound for my mushroom-shaped cap. A hand eased my balls out of the denim and began to gently, sensually roll my package.
I murmured and moaned in delight. Before I knew it, the cowboy had all eight plump inches of my d**k in his mouth. He pulled back and forth along my tool, sucking me off. A dozen or more head-bobs and bright white light started flaring in front of me. I started banging his face, shoving my d**k down the back of his throat.
It was a dazzling, erotic show of two men in lust. I pushed into his handsome, weathered face as he continued to eat me. His strong, calloused hands played with my balls. We moaned together, our masculine grunts filling the hayloft and strengthening our connection.
He kept jolting north to south along my timber, his mouth rough but satisfying. He mouthed my bar again and again, sucking heartily, almost overpowering me. He was unyielding in his work, which convinced me that he’d missed me, was ravenous for me.
Minutes sped by as we worked together. Mr. Darringer was on a mission to make me come, whether using his warm mouth on my tool or his busy hand on my tight balls or my tight asshole. He labored manfully on my dog, licking and sucking, and I pushed my hips up, plastering his rugged good looks with my c**k and balls.
All good things come to an end, of course. And c***s all come, right? I ground out, “Ready, Cord,” as my orgasm built to a head.
He took his mouth off my stick, but he didn’t draw back. Instead, he turned his right cheek to my c**k and said, “Blow it on my face, Bradley.”
That was too much, total bliss, and I couldn’t hold my creamy cargo back any longer. I was so attracted to him. My gut started vibrating and my sticky-hot seed shot out of my c**k, splattering against his cheek and the side of his neck. My cream clung to his skin, glistening in the rays of golden-yellow sunlight that bled in through the cracks between the barn-wall boards. As I moaned with satisfaction, he said, “Now you can lick me clean. Clean all your spurt off me, man.”
And so I did. I leaned forward to him, my c**k still erect, held the back of his head with my palm and drew him to me, touched my lips to the ooze on his right cheek. I lapped it up with long tongue-strokes, I murmuring I don’t know what, in euphoria next to him. My own familiar, bittersweet taste filled my mouth, thick on my taste buds. Once his cheek was clean I started on his strong neck, which he bent toward me. I laved him with long tongue-strokes, lapping up every ounce of my shoot from his tan skin, delighted.
He kissed me afterward. It sort of blew me away. He gently raked his hay-scented fingers through my hair, convincing me that I just wasn’t a Florida boy-f**k to him. There were feelings behind his barn blowjob. Maybe the man really liked me, as both Francisco and Joel had said.
Cord bent to kiss me, his mouth perfectly aligned with my own, and licked my spent from my tongue and teeth. It was a bit careless of him, I worried. Neither of us knew the other’s s****l history, but that didn’t seem to prevent our hunger from uniting us. Maybe the wealthy businessman had hired a private detective agency to do a background check on me; he’d certainly have discovered the few relationships I’d had with other men. Maybe not, but no matter. I was sure he enjoyed my company, trusted my s****l history, and adored me, perhaps craving the flavor of my d**k-burst in his mouth.
We’d kissed for quite some time when he finally pulled away from me and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled at me and asked, “Did you ever ride a horse before?”
Trying for a laugh, I replied, “It depends what kind of horse.”
He laughed and added, “A real one. I was thinking we could take Blade and Tyranny for a little ride. What do you think?”
“Tyranny?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
“She’s a filly and sweet as pie. Her name isn’t anything like her personality. Blade’s the one you have to worry about.”
“I’ll ride Tyranny if you don’t mind.”
“I expected so,” he said, pulled me up off the hay, and plunged his lips to mine again.
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