Frenchman's Cowboy

by W. M. Kirkland

  He lost himself in the movement, the sensation of fingers on his cock, mouth on his skin. Tony’s hair tickled his abdomen as he slid lower, then his warm breath caressing the base of his cock. He cracked open an eye to see Tony pause long enough to grab a second condom, sheathe him, and then start to suck him. “Oh, yeah,” he moaned, his breaths turning to pants as his pleasure mounted.

  Tony flicked his tongue against the sensitive underside of the shaft. Through the condom, Dustin felt it, and wished they could be skin-to-skin once again. He hollowed his cheeks, drawing the shaft deeper. Each pull of his lips tugged on something deep inside that drew them closer. Dustin tried to close his eyes again, wanted to get lost in the pleasure. He couldn’t. He focused on Tony’s tanned fingers playing with his curly hairs and his balls. When Tony sucked his length, Dustin tugged Tony’s hair, playing, holding him in place. Oh God, he wanted to come so badly, yet, he held back.

  Tony hummed in the back of his throat, the vibrations racing up Dustin’s cock. He bit his lower lip, his balls so tight he feared they’d burst. Then, Tony reached behind them to play with the sensitive skin. Oh shit, he couldn’t stop. Dustin came with a ragged groan, pumping seed into the condom.

  At one time, Tony had swallowed and licked him clean. Now, he simply lifted his head and smiled. “Been a while?” He gathered the condom and tossed it into the trashcan by the bed.

  Dustin nodded, unable to deny the truth. “Yeah,” he said. “Been busy on the circuit.” He shifted his legs, wincing as his knee complained. The halfhearted excuse wouldn’t fly. But, maybe, it’d give him long enough to get through this night so he wouldn’t have to admit the only man he wanted to fuck on a regular basis was Tony. He rolled to his side. “What’s your pleasure? Suck or fuck?”

  Tony sat back and put his hands behind his head. “Suck first. We got all night to fuck.” He gestured at his still-hard and already-sheathed dick. Dustin shifted position a bit, careful to keep his knee supported. The desire to sexually torment Tony filled him. Dustin cradled Tony’s cock in his hand.

  He liked the weight and heft, remembering how it felt filling him and thinking maybe he shouldn’t have offered any options. Stroking it from base to tip, he with the head, taking his time and focusing on the passion showing on Tony’s face. To bring the playboy down to his level amused him to no end. Deciding he’d had enough, he moved closer to his shaft and made a show of wrapping his lips around the tip.

  “You fucker,” Tony groaned, without any malice. “You’re going to kill me.”

  Dustin loved hearing the coarse language. The harsh words made him seem more human, more attainable. “Um mmm,” he murmured, letting the sound vibrate the other man’s rod. He palmed Tony’s balls, feeling the sac in his palm. Damn, the guy manscaped, and Dustin wasn’t sure whether to relish the nearly hairless model’s physique or wish he hadn’t shaved. The bare balls were new, and he couldn’t help but wonder if they were for a past lover. He drew him deeper into his mouth.

  As soon as the head bumped the back of his throat, any thoughts about other men faded. It became the two of them again, back to when they were together. He relaxed his muscles and swallowed, taking Tony deeper, finding a rhythm with his sucking as he played with the man’s balls, while Tony fucked his mouth with one hand clamped on the back of his head.

  Dustin flicked the sensitive place on the underside with his tongue. Tony groaned and shuddered. Trying not to grin, he worked him with more diligence.

  Tony tensed and hovered on the precipice of release before toppling over with a ragged moan. He came, and Dustin missed the sensation of licking down every single drop. Still, he understood the need for safety. It’d been a while, after all, and neither one of them had been celibate. Their libidos ran too high for that. Or at least his had, until recently.

  He lifted his head and took as much care cleaning up his lover as had been given to him. Tony rested against the headboard, his softening shaft draped along his thigh. Hiding his winces of pain, Dustin moved into position beside him. The phrase, now what, filled his mind. It’d be a bit for him to recover, with Tony probably the same way.

  “We should probably talk,” Tony said. “But I don’t think either one of us came here for that.”

  “Nope, we didn’t,” he agreed. “Can’t believe you were considered my perfect match. Seems a bit convenient.” Not that he minded. Not at all. Odd that both of them had been wanting a hook-up at the same time. “What’s with the hairless balls?”

  Tony barked laughter at the abrupt change of topic. “I had a photo shoot for a new line of underwear, not quite thongs for men, but damn close. Had to shave everything and decided I liked smooth balls. They’re sensitive.” He paused.

  Dustin thought about the opportunities for pleasure that hairless sac might present.

  “I had heard great things about Madame Eve,” Tony admitted. He didn’t say anything about why he might have been seeking a one-night stand or a partner. Maybe his love life hadn’t been exciting. At least Tony hadn’t shaved his sac for another man. The thought relieved him, except he didn’t have any right to be jealous about how many lovers Tony had.

  Maybe he could change that. No, he hadn’t come there for anything more than a night of sex. Thinking about sinking balls-deep into Tony had his shaft hardening again. “Yeah, me, too.”

  “I’m sorry we got booted from the reality show so quickly,” Tony said. “Who would have thought it’d take more than a good seat and hands to stay on a jousting steed?” He smiled ruefully. His lost bout had been quite dramatic as he’d toppled head over heels off the huge steed. In fact, viewers from the show had voted it most spectacular fall.

  “I had to go back on circuit. It happens. I’m used to it, and your sport works the same way.” Dustin didn’t want to go there with sorry and should have beens, and he knew crap about polo. Frankly, he wanted to get fucked, to feel Tony’s thick cock filling him. He tore another condom off the strip. Maybe if they used protection all night it’d prevent that, where have you been and who have you had sex with conversation that had to precede any hook-up. He didn’t want to think about Tony fucking anyone except him.

  “I have a couple months off,” Tony said suddenly.

  Dustin tossed the condom into Tony’s lap. Let that speak for him. An image of Tony riding shotgun in his pickup truck as he went to rodeos filled his mind. Tony sitting in the stands, hooting and hollering with the rest of the crowd seemed not to match the suave, shaved model sitting next to him on the king-sized bed. And what if he fell, as usually happened? Sometimes Dustin couldn’t stick to a bronc. Not often, but it occurred, and would Tony handle seeing him topple from the horse, inches from getting stomped on by a thousand pounds of pissed-off equine?

  “Fine,” Tony said, and though disappointment filled his voice, he didn’t seem to have lost his ardor. His dick stood at attention, and he quickly sheathed it. “We’re not done talking about this.”

  “I don’t want to talk for a while.” He rolled over and presented his ass, arranged his dick into a more comfortable position, then spread his legs and glanced over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for?”

  Tony arched an eyebrow. “A bottle of lube?”

  He grinned and pointed at the nightstand. Probably should have left the bottle out, but that seemed too obvious. Of course, signing up with a dating service might have been obvious enough. Tony reached over him to open the drawer, grabbed the bottle and flipped open the cap.

  After he’d drizzled some in his palm, Tony stroked his cock. Though the angle made it difficult to see, Dustin loved seeing the other man touch himself. He took his slick fingers and caressed the crack of Dustin’s ass then worked his digits around the tight ring of muscles, slipping one, then two inside.

  He moaned and pushed his ass into the air, against Tony’s fingers.

  A warm breath teased his skin. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of another man resting alongside him. Tony’s smooth leg brushed across h
is hair-roughened one, and the feel of a hip bumping his made him think about other things touching. Tony placed an open-mouthed kiss on his back, first one shoulder blade, then the other, until he’d alternated between them. He thrust slowly in and out, and Dustin moved his hips along with them.

  “Do you want my cock?” Tony asked.

  “Hell yeah,” Dustin groaned into the pillow. “Fuck me.”

  Tony hesitated a moment, enough to make him wonder if perhaps the harsh words were too much so. He didn’t have time to take them back, or say something else, because Tony pulled his fingers out and hovered over him. His dick bumped Dustin’s ass and he couldn’t help but moan again. Damn, sex hadn’t been that good since…well, the last time Tony had shared his bed.

  The broad head pressed against his anus. He relaxed, offering himself for Tony’s penetration. A brief moment of pressure, then bliss as he slipped past the tight ring of muscles. Dustin murmured something incoherent and sighed when Tony thrust balls-deep. For a moment neither man moved. It’d been long, too long, since Dustin had felt the delicious pleasure of being filled by another man. Almost as if Tony read his mind, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he began to move.

  Tony’s long, slow strokes sent Dustin quickly to the edge. His dick throbbed. Every nerve in his body tingled with the pleasure of being filled. Above him, Tony murmurs of fuck, yeah mingled with incoherent groans, filling Dustin’s ears.

  One of Tony’s big hands, still slick with lube worked, between Dustin’s stomach and the mattress to caress his shaft. His balls tightened. Riding a bronc didn’t release that much adrenaline, not when the clock in his head ticked off the eight seconds. Sometimes they went quickly; other times, not so much. But, each stroke, each caress, heightened his arousal to the point where it became almost painful.

  His grip tightened. “Dustin,” he groaned, his lips close enough to his earlobe that he mouthed it. He gave a harsh, shuddering breath and came, pulsing inside him. Riding his own release, Dustin spilled over Tony’s fingers.

  Tony sighed and rolled to the side. A moment later Dustin turned over, a bit more tender than he thought he’d be. The bed shifted, and he caught sight of Tony’s glorious bare ass as he took the condom to the bathroom to wash up. He stood slowly, the aches from the evening’s rodeo catching up with him, and headed to the bathroom.

  The Jacuzzi appeared too inviting to pass up. “I need a soak.” He turned on the taps.

  “Sounds great,” Tony replied. He grabbed a complimentary fizzy bath ball and dropped it into the water. The scent of something akin to a fresh ocean breeze filled the air.

  Dustin stepped into the pool, sitting on a molded bench in one corner and straightened his legs. Resting his arms along the ledge, he leaned back and sighed. The warmth circling his aches felt like heaven. Even if he didn’t get laid again, he’d count their one-night stand a success. He smiled at the man standing by the side of the tub. “Join me?” He gestured him in.

  Tony came over and dabbled his fingers under the flow. With an approving nod, he swung his legs over the edge and sat. The fragrance from the bath fizzy filled the room, and Dustin wondered if it was a bit much for a cowboy like him. At least there weren’t bubbles. Tony turned off the taps, then hit the button for the jets. Water swirled around him and he relaxed. A handsome man, a comforting soak…what more could a cowboy want?

  Chapter Two

  The Frenchman

  Tony watched Dustin relax into the soak. The cowboy’s body was covered with the bruises of his profession. No doubt he’d had a rough night at the rodeo, not that he’d ever say. The state of the pickup truck Tony had passed in the parking area probably testified more to Dustin’s life on the road than any injury he might have. The back bumper was held on with fence wire and rust ate away at the fenders. He made money. They had joked about buckles and shares of prize money while on breaks during filming the reality show. He had enough money to buy himself a new truck. Except, he’d said often that he couldn’t be the new-car, fancy-clothes type, insinuating all the while that Tony was.

  Tony loved the trappings of his profession. He admitted it. Being a model had some really nice perks and the designer labels were one of them. If he could wear expensive leather shoes that were custom made to his feet and comfortable, his motto had always been, why not? The soft fabrics, the luxurious clothes, gold wristwatches, and the diamond stud he wore in his ear made him feel good. Because his jeans cost a few hundred dollars didn’t mean they weren’t denim and rivets, like Dustin’s.

  When he’d auditioned for the reality show, he had been more into labels and his status symbols. Since then, Tony had changed in more ways than being less flashy about his clothing. He’d also come to grips with what Dustin’s profession did to his body. Tony released a sigh and hoped he attributed it to relaxation. On the set, they’d made love in the dark, or half-clothed. He’d worried sick over every bruise on Dustin’s body. Injuries were common. Wearing forty pounds of armor while he fell off a seventeen-hand draft horse made injuries an everyday thing. One competitor tore his groin muscle. A couple of them had gotten bloody noses, and that’d been in the first week.

  When they hadn’t been fighting over his riches, they’d discussed their sports, and Tony had admitted he wasn’t sure he could deal with the falls and danger that came with rodeo.

  Their separation had given him time to think. The week he’d spent with Dustin changed him. He’d sold his Mercedes. He’d come there in a rental car that he could have the agency pick up, should he decide not to leave in it. Part of him hoped when the night ended, Dustin might ask him to ride along. But, this was supposed to be a one-night stand. He had to think of it that way.

  His clothes might still be tailored and mostly unworn—why throw away a perfectly good wardrobe—but he hadn’t bought himself anything because it was the latest designer outfit as he used to do. The photographer on the last shoot had commented about his lack of an entirely brand new wardrobe when he’d arrived for the weeklong job.

  The question of how to relay those changes to the cowboy, without spilling his guts and sounding like an insipid heroine of a B-grade romance movie haunted him. Dustin relaxed, his head lolling back on a built-in cushion.

  “Where you headed next?” Tony asked.

  “Amarillo. Got a chance for big money this weekend.” He grinned, not moving from his comfortable position in the hot tub. “Amarillo, then Ft. Worth, then Houston, before circling back through the Rockies and heading to Montana. If I hit the money right, then I can pick and choose all the way to the finals.”

  “Sounds like a haul.” Tony wondered if Dustin’s pickup would make it up and down the entire Western US before it died.

  “Got a new truck waiting for me in Amarillo, if that’s what you’re worried about. I won a Dodge Ram two rodeos ago and they’re finally getting around to delivering it to me.” Dustin cracked open an eye. “Scored over ninety-five on the Saddle Bronc Horse of the Year. The stock contractor said he’d give a truck to anyone who did it. I won.” He beamed. “Damn this feels good.”

  It looked good, too, though it’d sound cliché for him to say so. Water swirled at the level of Dustin’s nipples, the frothing surface concealing anything lower, and he appeared as if he might fall asleep.

  No doubt he’d had a hard and difficult day. Tony had been to a few rodeos and seen him ride. Of course, Tony hadn’t worked up the courage to say hello or anything because their earlier problems remained. That and, at one of the rodeos, Dustin had gotten bucked off. Not much of a fall by rodeo standards and Dustin had nearly landed on his feet. Still, seeing his lover tumble through the air startled Tony and he’d cheered as loud as anyone in the crowd when the cowboy had walked out of the arena. With his schedule cleared, Tony thought that it might be good to give them a chance. To him their date was more than a one-night stand.

  Tony shifted to sit beside him. He straightened his arm, resting it on the back of the hot tub behind Dustin’s neck. Despite the
awkward angle he massaged the tops of the man’s corded shoulders.

  “That’s good,” Dustin said, his voice half drifting off when Tony dug into an especially tight muscle.

  The water stopped churning, the roar of the jets dropping to silence. Tony nudged his shoulder. “Hey, why don’t you shift positions so I can really get to those muscles?”

  Dustin drifted across the tub to lay his head on his folded arms on the edge. He floated, leaving his back, and glorious, tight ass revealed. Tony hit the jets again on his way to straddle Dustin’s legs, then leaned forward, both hands on his shoulders and started to massage.

  “Much better.” Tony dug into a tense muscle. Dustin murmured his agreement. The jets pulsated water against Tony. His inner thighs moved Dustin’s hips, and occasionally, his cock would bump Dustin. The friction heightened his arousal, made him think about the ways he could make love to him right here. He brushed his lips across the other man’s shoulder.

  What started as a light kiss turned into open-mouthed hunger. He shifted to the junction between neck and shoulder, sucking the skin into his mouth. Wrapping his arms around Dustin, he slid his hands across his chest, down to rock-hard abs. He took a moment to revel in the feeling of chest hair, arrowing down from Dustin’s navel. The few lovers he’d had since they’d been together had been fellow models, and shaved. Tony couldn’t reach much farther, not that it seemed to matter. Dustin shifted and his dick brushed against Tony’s palm. He wrapped his fingers around the turgid shaft and stroked.

  None of those lovers compared to his cowboy. And none of them had lasted more than a few days.