Nowhere Ranch

by Heidi Cullinan

  “Okay, so I've clearly stepped in this. Can you help me out? Are you freaking out because you're straight and I said you were gay, or because you're gay and you don't want anyone to know?”

  I wished to God Tory had taught his kid to whisper. I tried again to get up, but she had iron fingers.

  “Gay, then, because you would have made sure I knew you weren't otherwise.” She sighed. “Okay, so to start with, relax. I won't tell anybody. But you know Travis is gay, right? He's not out-out, but most people know.”

  I thought of the many, erotic ways I had been gay with Loving and nodded, keeping my eyes on the bleacher seat in front of me.

  “So are you dating him or not?” Haley pressed.

  “Not.”

  “So does he know? That you're gay?”

  I tossed her a look that was somewhere between “shut up” and “please stop.”

  She laughed. “Yes, I know. I'm nosy. But just tell me. I don't want to make this any worse.”

  I didn't see how her knowing whether or not Loving knew I was gay would make any difference to anything, but I really, really wanted her to leave me alone, so I answered. “He knows.”

  “Okay.” She relaxed her grip, but not all the way, and she smiled at me. “So. Here's the deal. Do you see the guy in the black Stetson and green button-down shirt hanging on the rail at about two o'clock?”

  I glanced where she indicated and did see the cowboy she described. Tall and handsome, and if he'd have sat down and flirted with me, I'd already be bent over in the parking lot. But he didn't look happy about my existence. I moved my eyes back to the arena. “I see him.”

  “His name is Cal, and he's my boyfriend. Or, he was until he broke up with me two days ago.”

  Well, now it made sense. “You're trying to make him jealous.”

  “Yes!” she said, pleased that I understood. “I think we've about done it too.”

  “So you're telling me I shouldn't use the porta-potties way in the back and should stay out of the shadows?”

  She found this funny. “What? No. He's not like that.”

  I could see Cal just fine, and I can tell you he absolutely was like that. This is why I do not like girls.

  “I think you should go over and make up to him then,” I said, hoping she would take the hint.

  “I will in a minute.” She knocked her knee against mine, but it was deliberate and playful this time. “So how come I had to wait all this time to meet you? Are you some kind of hermit?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, don't be. I'm going to tell Dad to invite you to dinner sometime, and you're going to say yes.”

  I should have stayed at home, even if I'd had to read that letter over and over all night. I nodded gruffly, and she patted me on the leg before rising and heading down the bleachers toward her soon to be not-ex-boyfriend, hips swinging as she went.

  When Loving came back with my beer, I got up and came to sit beside him, and I put myself firmly between him and May, Haley's mom. She might talk to me, I knew, but she wouldn't flirt with me.

  I hoped to God.

  Loving handed me my beer, but he looked at me funny, like he was up to something. “Have a nice chat with Haley?”

  I glared at him and took a big drink.

  He laughed and reached over and slapped me twice on the thigh. It looked, I knew, to anyone who might have been watching us, like two buddies teasing, but he gripped my leg very briefly, making me think of the way he'd held me down in Rapid City. The touch stirred me. He didn't say anything else, and he didn't touch me again like that, but while we watched the action in the arena, his leg brushed several times against mine, and eventually our calves pressed together on the side—subtly, but I could feel it, his body burning, strong and sure and achingly familiar. And I realized we were going to have sex. There was no way I was going to watch rodeo beside him all night and drink beer with him and then ride home with him in the dark and do anything besides go into his house and let him fuck me. And I knew he knew this too.

  When the rodeo was over and we walked back to his truck, moving through the dark field that was serving as a parking lot, he put his hand on my waist, and when I didn't object, it slipped down to my ass and cupped me firmly. I felt branded, and I guess in a way I was. I was his tonight, and we both knew it.

  Maybe I was some sort of demon, and maybe I was friendless in the dark. But I wasn't going to be alone, not tonight. And I sure as hell wasn't gonna be calling Kayla.

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  Chapter Four

  After Loving turned off the truck, he reached out and put his hand on the back of my neck to pull me closer. I didn't fight him. I opened for him before he got there, so when he kissed me, he went right inside.

  We made out in the truck, just sitting there in the driveway for I don't know how long. He had his hand in my pants pretty quickly, doing that thing where I could watch him in my underwear, and I whimpered while he did it. His fingers started working back up my taint toward my hole, and I tried to lift up and give him better access, but there just wasn't room enough for those kind of shenanigans in the truck. We gave up and went into his house.

  I had not been beyond the hall where his office was, and I got a good look at his kitchen as he hustled me through it. It was a damn fine kitchen, and I could tell from here it was going to waste. He caught me looking and mistook my reason for ogling.

  “Thirsty?” He grabbed my ass with both hands. “Hungry?”

  Just for you. I leaned back and tilted my neck to the side so he could have better access to it. “No.”

  He growled and tugged at my belt buckle, and once he had it off me, he tossed my belt off into the dark. The rest of my clothes quickly followed, though all of his stayed on. He had a thing for that, clearly.

  Which worked out, because I did too.

  It'd been too long for both of us, so the first round was nothing but jerking off together on the couch, him still clothed, me naked and riding him as he held our cocks together. He fed me the spunk again, and I sucked his fingers clean, then just sucked them some more because I liked it.

  After that, he took me up to his bed. And we had ourselves some ass.

  He arranged me on the bed, flat on my back, holding my legs back with my butt propped up on several pillows. He watched me, and I watched back as he did me one-fingered dry for a few minutes. I thought he was gonna try for two, but he surprised me by going for the lube before he did that. He had me really slicked up, so I knew what he wanted to do, and sure enough, it wasn't long before I had three fingers going at me, and then we were back to four.

  “You're even tighter than you were last time,” he said, clearly pleased by this.

  “It ain't like nobody's been in there since you,” I replied, but mostly I huffed it because he was really straining me.

  He pulled out a little and held still while he quizzed me. “Nobody, huh? Nothing? Not even something plastic?”

  I don't have much to do with toys on my own. “There may have been a finger or two.”

  His grin was even better in the dark. “Tell me about these fingers.”

  I thought about being smart and telling him they were long and thin and attached to my hand, but he had me in the mood to please him. “I laid on the bed, spread my legs open wide, and while I jerked myself off, I reached back and fucked myself with my fingers. First one, but it wasn't enough. So I used two.” His fingers had started moving in me again, and I knew he would like to hear this next part, so I said it out loud. “That I didn't do before you.”

  I got a kiss for that, long and slow and hot. When he was done, he nuzzled my neck, nipping lightly. “I can't stop thinking about fisting you. I know we can't tonight.” He pushed his fingers in as deep as they could go, until I was panting. “But I want to be inside you, Roe. I keep thinking about the way you looked with that fat dildo in you. I remember the sounds you made. The way you bucked and convulsed. I want you to do that
around my hand. Around my arm.”

  I reached down and pulled his hand out enough so that I could talk again. “You are such an ass man. You do know that I have a cock too, yeah?”

  He looked down at my groin in mock surprise. “My God. I had no idea.” But when I tried to shove at him, he brushed me aside. “Be still. I need to investigate.”

  And investigate it he did, chiefly with his mouth. I got hard quicker than I thought I could, but I was nowhere near ready to come again, so I was just his cock-flavored lollipop while he continued to try and spread my ass. He wasn't getting as far inside me as he had that first night. He gave himself about a half an inch by sending his free hand up to pinch hard on my nipples, and I mean he pinched fucking hard. He had me shouting and moaning, screaming, “Fuck!” every time. Except pretty soon it was, “Fuck yeah. Oh, yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck me. Like that. Oh God. Yeah,” a stream of lust-fueled encouragement. I could feel his knuckles scraping me, almost inside now, my nipples swollen and pounding, and my cock rock-hard inside his hot, sucking mouth. When he finally pulled up and looked at me, his eyes dark and heavy, I looked back at him in surrender, naked in every way.

  “You're dirty,” he said. His hand was still working in me. “You're so fucking dirty. You'll take anything I do to you, won't you. And you love it.”

  “Fuck yes,” I whispered, groaning and bucking my hips. “Oh fuck, but I love your fingers.”

  They turned inside me. “So you're an ass man now too? Or should I pull out and start playing with your cock?”

  “Plow my ass,” I told him, still humping. “Go get it and put it in me. Go get that monster dildo. Fucking do it, Loving.”

  He looked sternly at me. He was after me to say “Travis.” I could tell. I wasn't gonna do it, though. Not even in a game. I humped harder.

  “Please, Mr. Loving. Oh please, Mr. Loving, please put that big cock in me.”

  He bit my lip, but I had won, because he was hot for it now too. He pulled his fingers out, and then he crossed the room to root around in a drawer. And there it was, that big fat monster. And it was gonna go inside me. I squirmed in anticipation.

  When he brought it to the bed, though, he didn't grease it. He put it up to my mouth, and I opened up like a baby bird and took it in. It was so big that it strained my lips a little, but I let them stretch and took it in until it hit the back of my throat. I looked up at him and hummed on it while he carefully fucked my mouth with it. He was really fucking horny, I could tell. He had wanted this like I had wanted it, ever since that first time.

  Eventually he pulled it out of my mouth, and I watched him slick it up, and then I pulled my legs wide as he aimed it at me. But when he started to push, I jolted.

  “Easy.” He kept his eyes on my asshole and kept pushing. I bore down and panted, trying to open for it. He kissed the inside of my thigh. “You are so fucking gorgeous. You can do it, Roe.”

  It was burning like nothing else, but I kept taking it, and once he got a few inches in me, he left it in there for a minute until my sphincter relaxed. I breathed hard and whimpered, but when he started to push again, my cries turned to moans.

  “That's the way. Take it in, Roe. Take this big cock inside you. Pretend it's my hand. Pretend that's my fist inside you.”

  I arched my back and started to go guttural. I could see it. In my head I could see it, and I could feel it: his knuckles scraping inside me, his wrist turning just a little. He pushed it deeper. And deeper. I was so fucking full. I started babbling like I was drunk. My tongue felt thick, my breathing labored. I tried to say his name, but it kept getting stuck in my throat.

  “Travis,” he whispered, licking my ear. “Travis. Say it. Travis. Travis. Say Travis.”

  “Travis,” I slurred, then moaned. “Ohhhh, Travisssss, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!”

  He bit my earlobe. “It's all in you. It's all the way inside you. The base is up against your taint.” He tapped on the base, and I about went through the ceiling. “This is what it will be like with my arm inside you. Arm, Roe.”

  Tears were leaking from the sides of my eyes. I wasn't crying. I was straining that hard. But it felt so good. So good, so good, so good.

  He fucked me with it really slow, and he fucked my mouth with his tongue at the same time, swallowing my grunts and whimpers. I gave over completely to him, giving him everything in me, letting him in everywhere he wanted to go. I'd been trying so hard to escape everything Kayla had stirred up—I'd tried to push it down, tried to pull it out, but it just kept coming back. I felt like I could get rid of it all now, could give it to Loving.

  Travis. I could give it to Travis.

  The bad stuff would come back, I knew. But for a little while I could get rid of it. I gave it all to Travis, kinky Travis Loving who didn't know shit about sheep or soil. Who talked too much sometimes, but that was okay. I gave it all to him as he pushed his sex toy in and out of me and suckled on my bottom lip. I sank back inside myself, getting away from everything, until my mind was quiet and I was okay.

  And then I shot out, flying, flying free into the dark. I didn't land so much as I drifted back down to where I'd started. When I was able to open my eyes, he was looking down at me with a funny look on his face, but when he met my eyes, he smiled.

  He kissed my forehead. Then he stood up and walked away from the bed. I couldn't move. Well, I could wiggle my pinky, and my lungs were working. But that was it.

  I hadn't even noticed that he'd pulled the dildo out until he lifted my spaghetti legs and started wiping at my backside with a washcloth. That was about the same time I noticed that I was actually pretty sore down there.

  He looked embarrassed. “Sorry. I should have slowed down.”

  No, he shouldn't have. But all I could say was, “Mmmm.”

  He bent and kissed me again. “So you're feeling better than you were when I met you out in the pasture?”

  “Mmmmm. Hmm.”

  I thought he was going to kiss me again, but he nuzzled my cheek instead. His lips moved to my ear, and for a second I thought he was going to say something. But at the last second he seemed to change his mind, and he went back to cleaning the cum off my belly. It was good he didn't try to feed it to me. I think I would have just drooled it out. When he was done cleaning me up, he rolled me onto my side, spooned up behind me, and wrapped me in his arms.

  Three hours later I woke up. Travis still hugged me against him, but now there was a blanket over me too.

  My ass was sore. I mean, it was sore. I winced when I tried to roll over. I knew I wasn't hurt too bad, just stretched. Nobody was going to be fucking my ass for a few days, though, and I'd be taking laxatives to make sure we were nice and easy through the pipes. But Jesus God, it had been worth it.

  I turned over and looked at him, watching him sleep. His lips were curled up at the corners, just a little. So soft. His lips looked so soft.

  I touched them.

  I traced them.

  I ran my fingers over his chin, and I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the cleft.

  When I drew back and opened my eyes again, he was looking at me. We stared at each other for about a minute in the dark, and then he reached up and stroked my hair. I leaned forward and nipped at his chin. His throat.

  He made a soft sound, like a groan.

  I pushed him onto his back and started undressing him, kissing as I went. I suckled his nipples, biting a little. I ran my tongue down the line of hair leading to his groin, and I swirled my tongue in his belly button. I kneaded his belly—he had a paunch. Just a little extra, my mom used to call it. I liked it. I made love to it, bunching it in my hands, biting at it, kissing it.

  I sucked his cock.

  As much as Travis is an ass man, I'm a cock man. I like to look at them. I like to touch them, smell them, run my tongue around them. I hadn't had much of a chance at his until now. It was a beauty, I'll tell you. About eight or so inches erect and plenty fat. Cut, which I am too. I like that because then you can see
all the veins and play with them. Though skin's good too because it's like this built-in toy. It had that nice flat taste that all cocks do, but his had like this extra little zing. Not really spicy. More sharp.

  I sucked him all the way into my throat. I have absolutely no gag reflex, so I can deep throat about anybody. I hummed around him, and I sucked so hard my lips went numb. My tongue played hockey with itself up and down the shaft, and I coated his nest and his balls with the spit that leaked out of my mouth. I made love to that cock like it was the last one I was ever going to see.

  At some point his hand slid into my hair and started kneading. He took to pushing me farther onto his cock, and I let him, going with his tempo now. While he fucked my face, I played with his balls and pressed my fingers against his taint. I kept humming, because I knew it felt good to him when I did that, and because I knew he liked to hear me make noise. I was getting lost again. Every time I was with him, I could let go. Fucking, being fucked, sucking—I just felt easy with him.

  Something bumped my hand, the one at his balls and taint, and I opened my eyes to look. He had the bottle of lube there, cap off, fingers on the tube ready to squeeze. I smiled around his cock. Oh yeah. That made sense. Ass man would like a little ass play with his blowjob.

  You want to talk about tight. Tight and hot. God, he felt like a fever inside. Hot, soft velvet. Slick with lube and soft and smooth. Two fingers were hard on him, but I got it done, and I snaked them deep inside and brushed his prostate. He bucked into my mouth and groaned. I did it again. And again. And again.

  I could have been all day at the cock, but I slid my way down and sucked on his taint and licked a little at his hole. Did not care for the bitter lube that snuck in there, but I just used more saliva to both coat my tongue and wash it away. And all of a sudden I wanted in there. I mean, in. There. With my fingers still working inside him, I lifted my head.

  “I want to fuck you,” I whispered.

  He lifted his head, panting, and he looked at me.