Twisted (33 page)

We continued playing. Farley was really quiet. He hit a good line drive, and Sandy complimented him on it. He actually smiled.

“Guys, we’re gonna meet them for beer and burgers after the game.” I looked around as I spoke.

Everyone liked the idea. The game continued on. We ended up winning, nine to four, meaning that we had a game to play tomorrow. We headed back to One Eyed Jack’s to meet our new friends from snowshoe softball. We all had a good time. Farley actually pulled me aside and thanked me for the invite. I reckoned he could be a nice guy if he got over that win-at-all-costs mentality.

Chapter Fourteen

T
HE
day dawned clear and cold. Looking up at the skylight, I could see the last bit of the morning twilight being swept away by the rising sun. Today was finally the day we were headed to Phoenix for the rodeo. We had a couple of hours before we had to leave for the airport. I reckoned I’d make some coffee for us. We were all packed. I disentangled myself from Mike and got up. I reached for my longhandles, but thought it would be quite a bit warmer in Phoenix. I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers, a wife-beater T-shirt, and a pair of black crew socks. I’d just gotten that gear on and was reaching for my jeans when I heard Mike.

“Good mornin’, Jeffy. You sleep well?”

“Good mornin’ to you, buddy. I did, how about you?”

“Not really. I reckon I’m just a bit too excited about the rodeo.”

“You can always go back to sleep for an hour or so if ya’d like.”

“I don’t reckon I can get much sleep now.” He threw back the blankets and showed me what he meant. His cock was hard as rock and poking against his belly. It was framed by those smooth balls he’d kept shaved and the bright red fur on his crotch. “Ya know, Jeffy, I ain’t ever seen anyone look as good in just plain white boxers as you do.”

“Thanks, I think.” I headed over to him. I started to pull off my shorts, but he stopped me.

“Leave ’em on for a bit.”

I crawled on top of him and started nuzzling his neck. He put his arms and legs around me. I nibbled on his earlobe and then whispered into his ear. “Feels nice to be all wrapped up with ya like this.”

He let out a big sigh in response.

“It is. I never get tired of bein’ with you, on you, or in you.” He chuckled and nuzzled my beard when I said that.

“You got a real romantic way with words.”

I ground my hips into him, ample proof he really had got me going. “Actions speak louder than words. For the record though, Mike, I worship the ground you walk on. In my eyes, you’re the handsomest man on earth, one of the smartest, and someone I wanna spend every minute with.”

“That’s nice. You know the feelin’ is mutual.”

“I sure do. I like it when you show me like this.” I grabbed onto his hard cock. He moaned in contentment. Slowly, I maneuvered him over to the edge of the bed and stood up. I pulled him up with me. We began to kiss, deep kisses. I pushed my tongue in his mouth and used it to explore, to taste, to enjoy, and to cause enjoyment. He was really enjoying how I was dressed, as he was being very aggressive about rubbing my cock and balls through my shorts.

“You like these, huh?”

“Yeah, reminds me of lookin’ at guys in gym class.” I kissed him again deeply and stroked his dick, using his precum as lube. He whimpered.

“Fuck, buddy, that turns me on when you whimper like that. I bet you didn’t do this with the guys in gym class.”

“Uh, no, I, uh, didn’t.” I walked him gently over to the wall and spun him around. I pushed him so he was leaning against the wall. I ground my crotch into his butt. He pushed against me and arched his back. I reached around with both hands. With one, I continued stroking his cock. With the other, I turned his head so we could continue kissing. He was pushing his ass against me hard, now.

“I bet I know what you want.”

“I bet you’re right.” He was right next to the nightstand and reached in and got out the lube. He handed it to me with one hand and used the other to free my cock and balls from my shorts. I lubed my dick and his ass up. He whimpered again when I stuck my finger in him.

“You’re right ready, ain’t ya, buddy?”

“Hell yeah, Jeffy. I love it when you fuck me. Love bein’ that close to you.”

I put lube on both my hands and reached around him. I grasped his cock with one hand and his smooth balls with the other. I began working them as I slid into his ass. I leaned over him and put my head on his shoulder as I fucked, stroking his cock in the same rhythm as I fucked his ass. He turned his head sideways and whispered into my ear.

“This is incredible, so hot, you workin’ my ass, balls, and cock. Havin’ your arms wrapped around me when you do it.” He pulled back and looked at me.

“Jeffy. I love it when your eyes light up when I say your name.”

“It’s special when you say it. Hell, Mike, everythin’ we do together is special.”

“You like that I keep shavin’ my balls?”

“I do—it’s hot they’re so smooth. They feel nice in my hands. You keep shavin’ ’em just for me?”

“I like the way it feels, too, but I do like to do things that turn you on.”

“Like my fuckin’ you wearin’ my underwear and socks?” He turned his head again and nuzzled into my beard.

“Yeah, it’s hot.”

I moved my hips sideways, back and forth, and then picked up my speed a bit. “You like? Do I feel good inside you, my hands all over you?”

“Fuck yes, Jeffy. So hot. You’re gonna fuck me until I shoot.”

“Yeah, I am. Sweet ass of yours feels so nice. Hot and tight. Mine.”

“Oh yeah. It’s yours all right. I’m yours.” I changed the rhythm and moved slowly out and then into him.

“I’m yours too, buddy. We fit. Am I doin’ a good job pullin’ your cock? Workin’ your balls, just makin’ you feel good?” He whimpered in response and turned to kiss me. He was pushing his tongue hard against me and bucking back with his ass to meet my thrusts. I could feel him trembling in my arms and knew he wasn’t gonna last too much longer.

“What do ya want, Mike? You wanna shoot for me? Unload that big cannon of yours? Drain those smooth balls? That what you want?”

“Yeah, I want it. You gonna drain your balls up my ass?”

“That what you want?”

“Fuck, yeah.” I could feel my lower body tightening. I was starting to tremble as much as Mike was.

“Gettin’ close, buddy.”

“Me too, Jeff.” We found each other’s mouths and kissed, tongues dueling in the same timing as my cock in his ass and my hand on his dick. He was beginning to whimper into my mouth nonstop now. His balls were drawing up, getting ready to unload. All of a sudden he yelled into my mouth. I felt his cock spasming in my hand and his ass clamping tight around my dick. He let loose a couple of whimpers and I shot. I moved my arms up and hugged him tight around his chest, pulling him against me. I didn’t pull out of his ass. He arched his back more and turned and we kissed again. This time not a kiss that spoke of urgent need and passion, but a deep, slow, sweet kiss. One that spoke volumes without words.

In just a bit, we were sitting in the kitchen with a breakfast of bacon and eggs. We’d showered and dressed, and our gear was ready. José was due to take us to the airport in about an hour. Jeanette and several of her friends had decided to drive to Phoenix and offered to take our stock and tack as well as some luggage with them. Both Mike and I were happy that we were going to have our own horses and tack at the rodeo. If you can’t bring your stock, the rodeo association can provide it, but you never know if it’ll be any good. Both Charlie, my horse, and Thundercloud, Mike’s, were well-trained in the rodeo events in which we competed. Mike interrupted my train of thought.

“You reckon we’re gonna see any of the dudes we been havin’ here at the rodeo, Jeffy?”

“Never know. It’s pretty popular. When we saw Bryan and David west of the mountains a while ago, they’d said they might be there.”

“Yeah, that’s true, and remember the guy from Boeing who played in the snowshoe softball game, Rick? He said he’d be there.”

“He seemed like a nice guy. They all seemed like decent folks except that Farley guy.”

“That was real nice of you to talk to him and invite him to the bar after the way he’d acted, Jeff.”

“I reckon everyone has a good side. He could have been havin’ a real bad day. I was surprised to find out that the one guy, Rick, was gay. He wants to come and stay with us for a week, doesn’t he? And Susan and her husband, Gene, already booked a weekend.”

“You got a way with folks, Jeff.”

“I was half afraid they were gonna think that I invited them to One Eyed Jack’s just to talk up the ranch.”

Mike laughed at me. “The thing is you didn’t do much of the talkin’. Everyone else did. It tickled me somethin’ funny to hear Smitty call you the ranch’s ‘proprietor’ and me its ‘general manager’.”

“I reckon those are our titles.”

“Yeah, but they sound kinda stuffy to me.”

“Actually to me too, buddy. When I registered us for the rodeo, I said we were bein’ sponsored by the Lucky Jeff Ranch. We get a mention with our website in the program. I want to get your opinion on somethin’ too.”

“What’s that, Jeffy?”

“Well, all the rodeos have a tent or building where there are vendors, a bar, food, that kind of thing. I want to see what you think about us havin’ a booth at the different rodeos.”

“But I never been to a gay rodeo before.”

“That’s why you’re perfect to look at it and see. Besides, you are the general manager, and marketin’ falls under you.”

“And just what falls under you?”

“You do, Mike.”

He started to say something and then noticed my grin. “You sure are one cocky bastard.”

“Yeah, but I’m your cocky bastard, and don’t you forget it.”

“S
O
ARE
you guys headed off to the rodeo in Phoenix?” Mike and I were on the plane from Seattle to Phoenix. I’d paid for an upgrade to first class, so we had plenty of room and plenty to drink. The flight attendant was obviously one of “the boys” and had been really attentive.

Mike answered real quick. “We sure are.”

“Are you just watching or are you competing?”

“We’re competin’.”

“So are you guys weekend cowboys?”

I chuckled. “Hell no. We’re the real thing. I first rodeoed in grade school at junior rodeos.”

“Great! I have the weekend off, and Phoenix is my home base. I’m sure I’ll run into you at the rodeo. If you guys go out to Charlie’s, save me a dance.”

I stuck out my hand. “Sure will. Name’s Jeff Connelly, and this is my partner, Mike Guidry.” He shook both our hands in turn.

“Pleased to meet you. Jack Sullivan.” We chatted a few more minutes, and he headed off to see if anyone else needed anything.

“I can’t believe he asked you to dance, Jeffy.”

“I reckon he was askin’ us both, buddy. Notice how he said ‘you guys’.”

“I guess so. You’re just a lot friendlier than I am. I still think it’s funny the way you was talkin’ to those ladies when they were askin’ about cowboyin’.” Mike and I were both duded up. I had on my black Stetson, a black Wrangler Pro Rodeo shirt, a big belt buckle I’d won last year in the Denver gay rodeo, and my ostrich-skin boots. Mike had on a Canvas Brushpopper shirt striped in several shades of blue, a black Stetson, a rodeo buckle he’d won in the Winslett Fourth of July rodeo, and his Rocketbuster boots. When we’d changed planes in Seattle, we had gotten quite a few questions from ladies, usually starting out with, “Are you guys real cowboys?” Mike had mumbled, “Yes,” and found his boots really interesting. I talked with the ladies, and quite a few of them wanted to flirt. Some guy had even told me, “Nice shirt.”

“Does it bother you if I talk to other folks?”

“I reckon it does a bit. I don’t know why, but I didn’t like it when you was flirtin’ with those ladies. I know you ain’t interested in ’em, but for some reason it just grated on me. Stupid, huh?”

I thought a few seconds before answering. I really think jealousy can be a horrible and destructive emotion, yet Mike was decent enough to explain to me how he felt. “Jealousy is a natural emotion, Mike. As far as bein’ stupid, if you feel that way occasionally, but you realize it’s just human nature and you got no reason to be upset, it’s not stupid. It is stupid if ya get all bent outta shape and mad at me for nothin’. Think about it. All the folks we spoke to are all happy and gonna tell all their friends two hot, hunky cowboys were flirtin’ with them. That probably made their day, or at least gave them nice feelings about themselves. Hell, I reckon they’ll probably say the blond one was the cutest, but really bashful.”

He smiled at me and took my hand. “You’re somethin’ else.”

“I sure am, and you’re lucky to have me. But, I’m even luckier to have you. None of the folks we saw, or will see, are any threat to you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread. Or since they added wintergreen to Skoal.”

“It’s real nice to have someone to rodeo with.” He squeezed my hand.

“For me too. I always have seemed to attract the buckle bunnies. Speakin’ of buckles, I reckon that the team ropin’ buckles have our names on ’em.”

“In the wild drag race, who’s goin’ in drag?”

“Did you bring any drag?”

“Hell, Jeff, you know I don’t got anything like that.”

“Well then I saved your ass. I brought a cheap old housedress and a wig.”

“You saved my ass? So you’re sayin’ I’m gonna be the one goin’ in drag?”

I made a big show of sighing loudly. “Nah, I reckon it’ll have to be me. The person in drag is the one who rides the steer, and if we want a chance of winnin’, it’s gonna have to be me. I reckon Jeanette can dog the steer well enough, so you can just look pretty.” He caught me smiling right away and punched me lightly on the arm.

“You ain’t any better at bull ridin’ than I am.”

“We’ll see who gets the buckle then.” I winked at him.

“Hell, it might not be either one of us.” He laughed.

“It might not be,” I agreed.