Disclaimer: They’re lean and mean, they’re tough and rough, they’re gorgeous and sexy, they’re meant for each other. What’s a girl to do, but write about them? Apologies, etc., to whomever owns them. I’m just playing around...
“You gonna tell me that new poem you were practicin’ when JD caught ya?”I smiled at Chris then, unable to keep the good humor outta my eyes as I considered his request. We were in our private glade in the woods where we went, in part, to work on my readin’ and writin’–like we explained to the fellas–and for the most part to just be alone. We were careful to cover our tracks and take roundabout routes to prevent being happened on by any of them who might decide to pay us an unscheduled visit.
“Nah, don’t think so. Needs some work,” I said, knowing I looked like the cat that snagged the goldfish.
“Well, what’re you sitting there smirkin’ at then?” Chris wanted to know.
I almost busted out laughing. I was feeling a little devilish and decided I’d tantalize him for a spell before lettin’ him take his pleasure with me. Sometimes Chris and me we just rut like animals. Like a little while earlier. We’d barely made it through the thicket into this little clearing before we’d yanked our clothes off just enough to take our fill of each other.And I ain’t sayin’ there’s a thing wrong with that. It’s passion pure and simple and does make a person feel so fine. But then, there’s the times that you wanna drag it out and linger over the sensations....
“You're dying to say something, Vin, that’s plain. So what’s on your mind?” Chris asked me, looking up from where he lay all stretched out in his naked glory on the ground. I was in the all-natural, too, having shed the rest of my duds shortly after our exertion. It was a steamy summer day.
“I was rememberin’ a wondrous dream I had last night and thought maybe I’d share it with ya,” I said stretching my arms sleepily over my head. I watched Chris watching me and knew he was coming back around to wantin’ some and wantin’ it bad. I can see it in them eyes of his like he’s wearing a damn sign. Their soft green turns all dark and gray like the sky does right before a thunderstorm and the next thing I know, he’s usually got me doin’ things I didn’t even know was possible a while back.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmmm hmmm. It was definitely memorable.”
“Well, what’re ya waitin’ for?”
I put my hands behind my head and leaned back against a tree and sighed. “I think we’re gonna have to establish some ground rules first.”
Chris looked at me with suspicion. “What kinda rules?”
“First, you gotta let me tell the whole thing without--”
“Buttin’ in? I don’t usually, do I?”
I fixed him with my business look and he shut up.
“So, first rule is you gotta keep quiet through the whole thing or I’ll quit tellin’ it. Next is, you gotta stay all nice and relaxed and stretched out just like you are right now.” I eyed his long, limber body with appreciation. Damn, I loved staring at them tiny hips and long muscles of his legs.
He sorta smiled at that. He knew he made me horny as shit and he enjoyed watchin’ me wanting him. Well, fine. Two could play.
“And last, no matter how much you want to touch anyone, you can’t.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he said, hitchin’ hisself up onto his elbows.
“Just what it says, Chris. If what I say makes you wanna touch me or yerself–anywhere–and ya do, then I stop talking.”
“Hell, Vin, whatcha gonna be saying, for chrissakes?”
“Git comfortable and I’ll tell ya,” I said softlike in the voice I usually saved fer whispering stuff in his ear
He did like I said (I love when he does that) and laid back down with his arms behind his head and stretched out them long, lean legs, crossing ‘em at the ankles. Yeah, I was gonna enjoy this...
“Wait,” he popped back up to his elbows again.
I sighed. “What now?”
“Can you touch...anyone?”
I smiled mischievous-like. “Don’t twinkle them big blues at me and ‘spect me to play yer game, you sonofabitch.”
He tried to sound all tough and threatenin’ and such, but I knew he was cravin’ to hear what I had to say. So I stared at him a few seconds and he hushed up and resumed his position laying down.
I sat forward and crossed my legs. Picking at the drought-starved grass, I squinted into the white sky and conjured up the images that had played through my mind last night and tried to decide where to start. I could feel myself startin’ to get a bit quivery in the crotch and knew I’d have as hard a time as he would keepin’ to them rules. Then again, I never said, I couldn’t touch anything....
“I was out ridin’. Over near them outcrops and the lake, I think. Remember my big ol’ piebald horse? That was the one I was on. It was hotter than blazes–like today–but even hotter. The sky was bluer’n this one, too, although I don’t think there were as many clouds,” I speculated and cast a watchful eye in his direction.He was getting antsy and I know he was about to foresake the possible reward of keeping quiet for the opportunity to tell me to get to the point, dammit! But he wasn’t gonna let me think he was about to break, so instead, he yawned with a purpose. I waited for him to settle down and after he gimme one of his trademark glares, I continued.
“Let’s see, oh yeah, I was ridin’ the pie and came on you, standing in the middle of nowheres all by yerself.”Chris’s face lit up a pinch then when he was reassured that this here dream wasn’t entirely about myself.
“You said your horse had run off and did I think the pie could manage both of us. Well, a’course I said he could and offered you a hand up cuz, see, although I’d been ridin’ as normal just before I saw you, now I was ridin’ bareback and there weren’t no stirrups or nothing for you to grab onto–‘cept me.”Chris shifted his shoulders a little and looked at me with his eyebrows a little raised, like he was beginning to see some promise in this story.
“Now you know how in dreams one minute yer doin’ something and the next, not only are ya doin’ something completely different, you might be in a different place altogether or doin’ whatever it is yer doin’ with someone else who wasn’t there before, but in your dream it seems perfectly natural?”A little cloud passed over Larabee’s face at that prospect and I almost had to pinch myself to quit from snickerin’ at his obviousness.
“Well, after you hauled yerself up onto the pie and grabbed hold round my waist, we took off into the wind at a gallop and then we were in the woods dodging in and outta branches. The piebald took a flying leap over a downed tree and when we landed on the other side, you was sitting in front of me on that beast’s back and all three of us was as bare-bottomed as the day we was born.”I turned what I hoped were big innocent eyes on Chris. He tried to look nonchalant and cleared his throat, but he didn’t make a move.
“We were all breathin’ pretty hard and the horse slowed hisself to a walk without being told and we ambled that way outta the woods. In the meantime, I had been holdin’ so tight around yer middle that we were sorta plastered together with all the sweat we’d produced. I peeled my chest off yer back and you shivered when the air hit ya. So I put my hands on yer back and moved ‘em in wide, slow circles to dry you off. I kneaded the muscles and stroked the skin and you arched into my fingertips and said to move my hands lower. I slid them down to yer hips and let them crawl ‘round front.”I looked up at him from lowered lashes. It’s a practiced look, I admit. First time he saw it, I had done it as a natural reaction to bein’ both lustful and shy. The man literally growled at me and ravaged my body. Now I know I’ll get a rise outta him–in a manner of speaking–when I look that way. So, naturally, I pulled it out at this juncture. And sure enough, if he didn’t begin to fidget. He brought a hand out from behind his head and started heading south with it when he realized I wasn’t saying nothin’ anymore. He froze in mid-motion and shot me a dirty look before gruntin’ and putting his hand back behind his head.
I smiled real sweetlike and continued.
“I leaned forward again and rested my cheek on yer shoulder and breathed deep in yer neck before licking the saltiness from the skin there and leaving a dark purple kiss mark. You let yer head loll back 'til your throat was widely exposed and you–”A groan interrupted my recitation. It was well-placed in that that was what I was about to say happened. I tried to keep from smiling too wide–didn’t want to over-taunt. Leastways, not right then. I pretended I hadn’t noticed Larabee’s noise and went on.
“–turned your head sideways and your hungry mouth captured mine, while your hand snaked backwards and entwined itself in my hair, pulling me closer. You teased my lips with your tongue and I opened my mouth to let it deep inside of me.”I sorta lost myself in the image for a minute and closed my eyes, rememberin’ the feel of his hot mouth on mine. An urgent “ahem” snapped me from my reverie. I gave him the once over then and was gratified to see that his body was, indeed, warming to my story, which had the not-so-unpleasant consequence of inflaming my own, er, self.
But he kept his hands locked behind his head and his legs stretched out while his cock started its slow lengthening and I vowed to myself if he could do it, so could I. So keeping my hands busy with the dried-up weeds, I plowed on.
“My hands played over your skin like a well-tuned guitar, plucking and strumming the major and minor chords of your flesh, first stroking the broad expanses, then fingering the small recesses. I felt the skin of your belly ripple in response to my touch. I traced your collarbone and bent my lips to taste the fine morsel where yer neck meets yer shoulders. I listened to yer sharp intake of breath and I knew I had to take you farther.”At this point I chanced a look at the beautiful man in question and found, as I expected, that he was breathing with lips parted. The heavin’ of his chest showed all the ribs–up and down, up and down. He was long and hard and fairly beggin’ me with his look to take him. And I almost quit this game and did. But...”
“I trickled my fingers into that soft thicket of hair down low on yer belly and felt yer cock spring to life just below my hands. With one hand I fondled yer length and with the other I stroked yer chest. When I flicked my thumb acrost one of them small, hard nubs you let out a little squeal. Pressing myself as hard against you as I could, I used the friction of our bodies’ movement on the walking horse to bring myself to arousal, my aching cock stretched hard and tight between my belly and yer back.”I had to stop talking right then as my mouth went suddenly dry while damn if my dick didn’t do just like I was sayin’. It poked straight up like a flagpole from between my cross-legged lap and I had to force myself to look away from it and pretend the throbbing in my balls wasn’t happening. I gripped a handful of grass in each hand and gulped down my urge to bend over and use my own tongue...
I gotta give it to Larabee. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me with the most blatant lust and his own cock was distended, purple at the head, pressed up snug against his gut, balls all tight at the base. Yet the man has a will of steal and he had a deathgrip on his own hands behind his head. This was gettin’ to be more difficult than I imagined.
“The feel of our sweat combined with the smell of sex. It was a raw, basic smell. It made me feel frenzied and apparently you, too, cuz you said over yer shoulder to me, ‘Vin, I need ya..’ And, as I bathed your ear with my tongue, I whispered back, ‘Then lean forward and take us on a wild ride, Cowboy.’”By now Chris’s eyes were glassy and a deep green–a color they reach only at the height of passion. I feel like I can speak from experience on that. His cock twitched and throbbed all on its own accord and I have to admit mine was swayin’ in the breeze and leakin’ that shiny liquid something fierce. But he still hadn’t made a move to jerk hisself off or throw me on the ground and fuck me–both a which has happened plenty to us in the past. Damn, what a stubborn man.
“So,”I got to my hands and knees and slowly crawled over Larabee’s still body til I straddled him.
“–you reached way out–”I moved my ass a pinch and set my swollen cock a swayin’ right above his.
“–and grabbed two strong fistfuls of that pie’s mane–”Chris’s hot breath was hittin’ me in little waves and even though our chests didn’t touch, I swear I could feel the pounding of his heart. His hands were now scratchin’ away at the tall grass above his head, seekin’ any purchase that wasn’t on his body or mine. Drops of my sweat fell like salty raindrops, annointing his aching skin.
“–and lifted that sweet ass a your'n just enough to let me slide my pulsing rod right inside–” I said in a whisper, hardly able to keep my voice comin’ up outta my throat anymore.A bestial sound erupted in his chest. We stared wildly into each other’s eyes and I managed to say,
“I gripped ya hard around the middle and slammed myself deep into your tight passage. And the pie took off like a fire’d been lit under him and in a canter we coupled and together–”I’d meant to finish this story off with a titillating climax, so to speak, but at this point I lost control of the situation as Chris’s needful passion leapt up at me as real as a firm hand and without ever even touchin’ each other, first I came in spasms all over him and then he let out a roar from his toes and shot his milky juices to mingle with mine.
Technically he lost the game then in that he wrapped me in a savage embrace, smearing sweat and cum between us like jam in a sandwich. But, it felt so fuckin’ good as we pitched around in the grass, suckin’ each other’s tongues and lips and pressin’ ourselves together til every last ounce of passion and energy were finally spent, I didn’t have the heart to tell him he’d violated the rules. Instead, I just started thinkin’ up a new way to torment Chris Larabee.
THE END
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