Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

"Hold steady there," the man commanded. Jess was on all fours on the soft ground next to the riverbank. The man was crouched over him, one booted foot on the ground next to Jess' knee and the other on top of a rock next to Jess' hip. Both men were still wearing their shirts, although they were unbuttoned and flapping open. Neither was wearing britches. The man had a heavily muscled arm under Jess' heaving belly, holding him steady and his other hand wrapped around Jess' throat, arching Jess' torso back. The bulb of the man's cock was already lodged inside the rim of Jess' hole.

"Here we go," the man growled. "Gonna ride you hard."

Jess whimpered. He'd been whimpering and apprehensive ever since he'd seen the size of the man's cock and had gotten the measure of it in his mouth. "Be good to me; go slow," he pleaded.

But though, in the long run, Jess had to agree that the man was good to him, he didn't go slow.

"Oh shit! Oh, fuck!" Jess cried out as the man plunged his cock into him and started to piston hard and fast.

Afterward, Jess lay on his back, on top of an encasing arm of the man stretched beside him, moaning and babbling on about his life and what a release this was for him from the Tharp ranch east of Sterling, while the man stroked his cock. When Jess had ejaculated again, for his second time that night, the big man rolled over on top of him, lifted one of Jess' ankles to his shoulder with one hand, covered Jess' mouth tightly with the other to cover any outcries—the two having heard the men starting to leave the Buckhead ranch bar over the past twenty minutes—and thrust his cock home again.

Lying on his back and looking up at the towering figure standing over him, legs spread, feet planted on either side of Jess' thighs, Jess' eyes were arrested by the size of the cock dangling down from the man's groin. He had had this in his throat. He had had a larger measure of it up inside his ass. The man was buttoning up his shirt. He saw Jess looking up at him and laughed.

"You have a sweet channel for a man your age," he said. "I could just about go again. You get what you came for? You feel fucked?"

"Yes." Jess was still panting from the second fucking. He raised a hand and placed it on the meat of the man's calf, above the boot top. He moaned. He was exhausted, but still . . .

"You'd like me to fuck you again?"

"Yes." It came out as a moan.

The man laughed. "Maybe someday. Maybe someday I'll get to that Tharp ranch you talked about. Where? Sterling, Colorado, was it? Yeah, maybe. You were a good lay. Better than they got upstairs there at Buckhead. Can you imagine what it would have cost both of us for the time we been at it?"

A chill went up Jess' spine. Had he really told this man—this magnificently built man—where he lived? And was what he said about maybe seeing him there sounding more like a threat than a fantasy? Danger signals were buzzing in his head.

"Couldn't fuck you again unless I was hard," the man said.

It was humiliating, but Jess couldn't help himself. He grabbed the man's other calf with his other hand, and, with a groan, raised his torso so that he could open his lips over the bulb of the man's cock and sucked.

Laughing, the man grabbed Jess by the forearms, pushed him away, and lowered his torso back to the grass. "I think you've had enough," he said. "Any more and you'd need to be paying me for it."

"I would. I will—pay you for it," Jess said, his voice coming out in a whine.

The man just laughed again, stepped away from Jess' body, scooped up his jeans, and faded into the blackness of the night.