Twisted (42 page)

The cattle were getting a bit restless, so I started singing “Bury Me Not on the Lone Prairie.” Mike joined in. We then segued into “Home on the Range.” Jason joined in on the chorus of that one. The kid actually had a decent voice. We decided to just head down with the cattle we had rather than continue to try and round up more. With the clouds and cold, driving rain, it was already almost dark.

“What’d ya put in the slow cooker, Mike?”

“Chili. I reckoned I could mix up a batch of cornbread, and while it’s bakin’ we could jump in the hot tub.”

“Great idea, buddy, I been thinkin’ about the hot tub for the last hour or so.”

“I’m going into town for dinner.”

Mike turned to Jason. “You wouldn’t be thinkin’ on eatin’ at the Schoolhouse Brewery, would ya?”

“I’d suggested it to Smitty, José, Josh, and Jeanette. Sandy and Maria are gonna meet us there. It’ll be a nice change from One Eyed Jack’s or the Cantina.”

“I bet it’ll be an even nicer change if Tim’s workin’.”

“Jeff, Mike, can you guys keep our talk about dating and me and Tim to yourselves, at least for now? I don’t want to have to listen to Smitty teasing me constantly.”

“I reckon we could do that, huh Mike?”

“No worries, Jason. I was afraid they’d tease me when Jeffy and I got together. Smitty wasn’t here yet, but Josh and José sure had fun teasin’ me. Funny thing is it didn’t bother me, and they stopped pretty quick.”

“It seems Sandy used to tease us more, but come to think on it, she really hasn’t given us much to comment about since she started goin’ out with Smitty. I was kind of lookin’ forward to teasin’ her about bein’ a flamin’ heterosexual, but they aren’t really touchy-feely.”

“Bert told me that after you gave him the big brother lecture, Jeff, he’s really careful. I guess he’s a bit intimidated by you, Jeff.” That threw me for a loop.

“Why in the hell would he be intimidated by me?”

I heard Mike laugh. “I don’t know, Jeff, maybe the way you kicked Porky’s ass, or the way you attacked Wayne, even though he was holdin’ a gun on you.”

Jason joined in. “When I first started here, I was scared to death of you, Jeff. You’d just stare me down with a real mean look when I’d say anything. Bert’s told me about how Sandy always talks about you kicking the shit outta someone for not respecting her when you were in high school. Jeanette also told us how you and she kicked the shit out of a couple of rednecks in Albuquerque for calling her a dyke.”

“I ain’t that easy to get in a fight.”

“But ya don’t back down either, Jeffy.”

“So what does Sandy say about the whole thing, Jason?”

“She uses it to her advantage. She’s got Bert wrapped around her little finger.”

“I certainly ain’t like the guy in the country song, where he meets every guy who takes his daughter out and then sits down and cleans his guns while he talks to them.” Both Jason and Mike laughed.

“You don’t need to do that, Jeff. You can be pretty intimidating, all by yourself.” Jason piped up with that one.

I couldn’t help grinning when I looked at Jason. “You know, Jason, that’s a right smart idea there. When you invite Tim over, I can clean one of my rifles like in the Rodney Atkins song we were just mentionin’. I’ll make sure he treats you right.”

Jason looked panicked, and Mike spoke up. “Good idea there, Jeffy. We don’t want you getting hurt, Jason.”

“Uh… thanks, Jeff…. You really don’t have to do that though. Tim’s a nice guy.”

“I’m sure he is, Jason. I’ll make sure he don’t break your heart and that he has you back home by nine thirty in the evening. You don’t worry. After I’m done talkin’ with him, he’s really gonna respect you.”

Mike looked at me and grinned and then got a real serious expression on his face. “Jeffy’s right, Jason.” Jason was stuttering, he was so panicked. Mike kept on. “We’ll make sure he treats you right, holds your chair out, opens doors for you, and all that sort of stuff. Plus I reckon he’ll need a good talking to if he’s gonna date you. After all, Jeffy and I are too young to be grandparents.”

Jason’s mouth dropped open and then he began to laugh. “You guys really had me goin’.”

“Don’t worry, Jason, you’re a good guy, you’ll do fine with him.”

“Thanks, Jeff!”

I could faintly see the lights of the ranch buildings below, through the rain. “It looks like we’re gettin’ on home. I sure will be glad to get in outta the rain.”

“So what do we do if it’s raining tomorrow?”

“We keep on roundin’ up the cattle, Jason. You got rain gear?”

“Yeah, Smitty made me buy some.”

“You’ll appreciate it tomorrow.”

“I appreciate just the thought of it now.” We continued to talk back and forth as the lights from the ranch seemed to get closer, ever so slowly. Mike and I began singing again. We sang “The Ballad of Jesse James.” The cattle seemed to sense that they were nearing the end of their drive. The cattle that’d been through this a few times recognized the pens ahead and realized they’d have fresh hay and oats. They began to try to move more quickly. Mike and I moved up front to slow them down as Jason came up on the rear. I could see Jeanette mounted up, waiting for us.

“Don’t you three know enough to come in outta the rain? The other guys been back a couple of hours already.”

I answered her with a question. “How many cattle did they have in front of ’em?”

“About a third of what you three have.”

“Well, I reckon we know who the real cowboys are. That is, the real cowboys who ain’t afraid of rain.”

Jeanette laughed. “I’ll have to make certain I tell them that later on, Jeff.” We had the cattle in the pens, and Mike, Jason, and I took the horses into the barn. We cleaned the tack and brushed and curried the horses down. All three of us were shivering by the time we were done. Jason headed off to the bunkhouse while Mike and I headed up to the ranch house.

We stripped as soon as we got in the back door. We didn’t have any guests right now, so we didn’t have to be modest. We were both soaked through to the skin. We jumped in the shower and washed each other off. Mike was sighing in pleasure as I soaped up his back and chest.

“I love havin’ you touch me, Jeffy. It feels really nice.”

“I like it too, buddy. It’s hot, all the hair on your chest and ass.”

“Let’s get in the hot tub. I’m cold to the bone from the rain.” We jumped outta the shower and dried off just enough to keep from tracking water all through the house. We were both hard, and our dicks were swinging as we walked out to the hot tub.

“Good thing nobody’s around, huh?” Mike shoved his hips forward as he spoke, his big cock jutting out of his red bush at its base.

“Maybe, maybe not. This might be a good advertisement for the ranch.” I moved my hips from side to side and swung my dick at him.

“Let’s get in the water before I jump on that right here and now and we freeze to death with smiles on our faces.” He pulled the hot tub cover off and started climbing in. I slapped his ass as he swung his leg over and into the hot tub.

“How about you take care of that for me when we get all warmed up?” He grinned at me lasciviously.

“I’d be happy to. I am a bit surprised though, you wantin’ to get fucked. You sure that’s what you want, Mike?”

He laughed before answering. “Hell yeah. I love havin’ you in me. I dream about it all the time.” We scooted real close together in the hot tub. We were both hard as hell and really wanted to fuck like rabbits, but we wanted to warm up first. I finally pulled Mike around and sat him in my lap. I spread my legs a bit so he settled between them. We were basically eye to eye. We smiled at one another for a minute or so and then shared a kiss. He tasted like dip, the sweet of tobacco and the freshness of wintergreen. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, probing and fucking. His mouth was familiar. He let me in and touched my tongue with his as I pushed in. His arms rested on my shoulders, and his hands were clasped behind my neck. I held the back of his head with one hand, pushing him into me as we necked. I rubbed his back with the other hand.

“Will you fuck me like this, Jeffy? Me sittin’ on your lap, us face to face?”

“I reckon I could do that. Nice position, ain’t it? You’re gonna have to do most of the work though.”

“That ain’t a problem. I love fuckin’ myself on your big dick.”

“I kinda like that too. I’m all warmed up. Let’s go.” We jumped out of the hot tub and dried one another off quick. We practically ran upstairs.

“Lean back against the headboard, Jeff, and let me do the work.” I did what he asked. “Spread your legs for me as wide as you can.” I did and he dove down and took my cock in his mouth, humping the mattress while he sucked.

“Gods, that’s nice, buddy. Feels so good.” He grasped my nuts with one hand and continued to use his tongue on my cock. I was groaning with pleasure, and he looked up at me and winked. “You look so fuckin’ hot with my cock in your mouth, buddy.”

I rubbed my hand though his hair as he bobbed up and down. He reached over and got the lube from the nightstand. He lubed up his ass while he continued to suck my cock. After a few minutes, he pulled off and lubed me up, stroking for a few minutes.

“You ready to fuck me, Jeffy?”

“Oh yeah!”

“I’m gonna sit on that massive cock of yours. Fuck myself with it until I come.” He maneuvered around until he was facing me. He was squatting over my crotch. He grabbed my dick and positioned it against his hole. “Ready?” he asked, and then grinned at me, teasing me by rubbing his ass against my dickhead, but not sitting down and taking it.

“I’m ready, go for it.” He moved down, and I felt pressure as my cock pressed against his hole. All of a sudden, he opened up and slid down my shaft in one smooth move, sighing in pleasure as he did so. He leaned forward and kissed me, sticking his tongue in my mouth, fucking it like he was fucking himself on my cock. He began clamping down with his ass muscles, making me feel like I imagined a milking machine would feel.

“You’re so tight, so hot. That’s nice, it fits real good.”

“You got me all filled up, Jeffy. I feel so full. Fuckin’ big cock of yours reamin’ me out. Fillin’ me up. I love ridin’ your dick.” I reached forward with one hand and began massaging his balls, and with the other tweaking his nipples. He whimpered in appreciation.

“You like that? Feels good? C’mon, ride me, cowboy. Fuck yourself, fuck yourself good on my big hard dick.” His dick was slapping against my belly as he bounced up and down. It swung around, throwing clear ropes of precum, matting down the hair on my belly.

“Feels so good, Jeffy. Real intense. I feel so full, so fucked. I could come just from this.”

“Hold off a bit, buddy. This is too good to hurry.” He stopped moving so aggressively, but continued to clamp down with his ass on my prick. I fondled his balls.

“Nice and smooth, Mike.”

“You like that I shave my balls, don’t ya, Jeff?”

“I do. I never even thought I would, but it’s hot. Makes that big dick of yours look even bigger. It shows off that red bush too.”

“Would you shave me again sometime, like you did the first time?”

“Sure will, buddy. I’ll shave you and then fuck you good.” He whimpered.

“Oh, yeah. Shave me and fuck me. I’m gettin’ close.”

“Just sit there then and clamp down on my cock. That gets me off.” He did just that for a few minutes. I was getting close too.

“Okay, c’mon, ride me, buddy. Show me how much you like that big dick of mine fillin’ you up, makin’ you feel real good. Ride me, cowboy!” I shouted out the last sentence. He began bouncing up and down, really reaming himself out with my cock. We locked eyes. He had a glazed look on his face as he gazed at me, connecting with me. I felt my balls pulling up and my dick stiffening.

“Yeah, fuck yeah! I’m comin’, Jeffy. Your big dick’s too much.”

“C’mon, buddy, show me how much you like gettin’ fucked. Show me how good it feels. Come! Now!” With that I felt a white-hot jet of liquid hit me in the chest. Another and another followed. I could smell the musky scent of semen. His ass spasmed around my cock like a vibrator, and I lost it. I shouted out as I filled his ass with come. He collapsed against me as I fell against the headboard of the bed, totally relaxed. We just luxuriated in each other’s arms, me still inside of him, him clinging to me. After a few minutes, he stirred.

“Let’s get cleaned up and get something to eat. That made me really hungry.”

I had to laugh at that.

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at the kitchen table. Mike had made cornbread, and I chopped up some onions and placed sour cream and shredded cheese on the table and then dished up the chili. A couple of beers completed the meal. Mike and I hadn’t even bothered to get dressed. We were both bare-assed as we ate.

“I really like bein’ naked with you, Jeffy. I was readin’ on the Internet about clothin’ optional resorts. You reckon maybe we could go to one sometime?”

“Sure. Do you think you might feel jealous though? Remember at the rodeo, if anyone showed me any attention, you didn’t like it. We both take care of ourselves, so I reckon at a place like that, we’d both get some attention.” He thought for a few minutes.

“I reckon that’d be somethin’ I’d have to watch out for.”

“If that’s not something you want to do, then maybe this summer we could ride into the North Cascades National Park and find a wilderness campsite by a lake and spend a couple of days bare-assed together.”

“That sounds really nice.”

“Chili’s really good, Mike. Nice and spicy.”

“I know we both like hot food. I thought it would hit the spot after a day of herdin’ beeves.”

“It does. Between your sweet ass, the chili, and the beer, I’m nice and relaxed.”

“Me too, between your big dick, the chili, and the beer.” We laughed together. He got more serious all of a sudden. “How many more days you reckon it’s gonna take to round up the cattle?”

“I’d say tomorrow and the next day. I’ll bet José has us ride up to the line camp in the high pasture to make certain there’s no cattle up there.”

“So we’ll spend tomorrow night in the line camp?”