Tyler was playing a dangerous game. It seemed he was taunting him, pushing him to admit he was indeed gay. Part of him wanted to give in and admit he was desperately attracted to the cowboy, but the logical, more dominant part of his brain continued to live in denial. Once he admitted to being attracted to Tyler, it would be over. No more second-guessing himself because he’d be one-hundred percent gay, no going back. It would change his life, most likely in a very negative way. He’d played the scenario over and over in his head at night for years—he’d lose his job, alienate his family, be laughed at by friends, and grow old and lonely before he died and went to hell.
Even with the gloom in his head, it was hard to keep holding back when those green eyes seemed to look into his soul. Even at twenty-eight Marcus was a fucking virgin, which wasn’t much better than thinking he was homosexual. He’d kissed a couple girls, but never a man. Soft, fragile, feminine bodies did absolutely nothing for his libido.
Taking in Tyler’s thick neck, broad shoulders, biceps bulging on either side of him, was too much to subject him to. His oversexed, tightly wound body was ready to explode. What would it feel like to touch a man, to touch Tyler? Knowing the cowboy was gay and sexually experienced made the situation more real, and made the possibilities harder to ignore.
“I’m not trying to use you. If I don’t get my commission for this deal, I’ll handle it. It’s not every day a cowboy gets the chance to be represented by the country’s biggest saddle-maker. I’d hate for you to miss a good opportunity. “
“To wear a logo on my back? To smile pretty for the camera, maybe have a buckle bunny hanging off me?” He dropped his arms to his sides and stepped back.
“If you’re not interested, I’ll leave. But I came all this way. Can I at least watch you compete in one event? Or would I be a bad luck charm?”
“It’s a public event, and you’re free to watch.” He reached out and snagged the length of his tie, tugging him forward. “Time will tell if you’re good or bad luck.”
He nodded, his throat too clogged with desire to speak.
“If you’re smart, you’ll get out of your fancy clothes before the crowd eats you alive. You stand out like a sore thumb, and these people don’t take kindly to strangers.”
Marcus hadn’t packed a bag. He’d never expected to stay overnight. This was supposed to be a quick account—come flash some money and fame in front of a hick’s face and be done with it. The refusal was one shocker, but the worst was how much Marcus craved to let everything go for one night with the cowboy. Maybe after a little private experimentation in the boondocks he’d know which side of the tracks he was on.
“This is all I have.”
“Come on. I’ll let you use some of my duds. I still have a couple hours to kill,” said Tyler, tugging his tie until he followed behind him. He looked to the sides to see if anyone was watching. They were. The scene must look mildly erotic, in the least, affectionate. What had he gotten himself into? Thank God he was far from home and anyone who may recognize him.
The familiar melody of an ice cream truck chimed as it came up the street in their direction. Children he hadn’t noticed previously seemed to come out of the woodwork, running for the box-style white truck. Cicadas droned to a near deafening pitch, reminding him just how overly heated he still was.
“You like ice cream?” asked Tyler, a smile on his lips as he eyed the growing crowd of kids.
“It’s fattening.”
Tyler scoffed. “Like you need to lose weight. Come on, you need to live a little.”
As they neared the truck, the idling engine nearly drowned out by the chatter of excited children, Tyler cleared a path. He scrubbed the heads of young boys and pulled the ponytails of little girls. They loved him, called him by name, and grabbed onto his clothes trying to climb him, fighting for attention. Marcus stood back at a safe distance, not willing to get sticky little fingers all over his good suit.
“Little scoundrels! Let me get my ice cream, and maybe I’ll buy y’all a treat.” He ordered two vanilla ice cream cones and then gave the attendant behind the window several bills, telling him to pass out ice cream to the small group of children.
Tyler passed him one of the cones, and they moved into a private area behind one of the out buildings, overlooking a holding paddock where the horses grazed peacefully. An oversized weeping willow danced magically in the slight breeze just behind the wooden fence.
Marcus took a tentative taste of his ice cream. He hadn’t had such an indulgence since he was a child. When he shifted his gaze to Tyler, the other man was already staring at him. He’d been mindlessly licking his cone, not realizing the cowboy wasn’t doing the same.
“You have some on your face,” Tyler nearly whispered. A gentle breeze fluttered the leaves in the big oak, which was providing them some welcome shade. They were in their own perfect bubble of time and space, but it was wrong to feel so, wasn’t it?
Tyler used the pad of his thumb to clean a smear of ice cream from Marcus’s cheek. The touch was sensual, and he instinctively leaned into his hand. “It’s melting,” he said as the sticky substance rolled down his knuckles. Tyler didn’t hesitate in leaning down to lick the rim of the cone clean. Marcus was a self-confessed germaphobe, but there was nothing gross about Tyler’s tongue on his food. In fact, he could imagine his tongue doing the exact same thing to his cock, teasing his head, lapping at his release.
When Tyler stood up, he was breathing heavily. He pressed his chest to Marcus’s, backing him up against the fence. “You should be more careful. It’s a scorcher out, and you’ll lose your treat.”
Marcus averted his attention to the field behind Tyler, pretending to focus on something of great interest. If he didn’t, he’d give in to his deviant desires and end up doing something he’d regret. They walked to Tyler’s pickup truck parked on the outskirts of the city. By now Marcus was sweating profusely, almost faint from heat exhaustion. When he was young he’d suffered from asthma, but had outgrown the worst of it. The heat and humidity combined with his nerves were taking their toll on his lungs.
He waited while Tyler rummaged through a duffel bag in the cab of his truck. He shoved the folded up wad of clothing into the saddle bag he carried over his shoulder and proceeded to lock the door. “Okay then. We’ll get a room so you can change.”
When they made it to a less-than-stellar motel just off the main road, Tyler spoke to the attendant before they could welcome them. “I know you’re probably booked solid. I’m not asking for a room for the night, just for the hour. Can you do that for me?”
“Mr. James, we still have two rooms vacant. They aren’t the best, but the price is right.”
“You’re talking my language, son.” The young motel employee tossed Tyler a set of keys which he caught in a ready fist.
Marcus wondered what “aren’t the best” implied, especially when the motel was in dire need of maintenance. He expected insects, bedbugs, stained toilets, and dirty linen. He internally cringed, wondering how anyone could actually stay the night in such a shithole.
“You didn’t have to get a room just for me to change,” he said as he entered the door Tyler held open for him. The heavy curtains were pulled so the interior was dim. After the door thudded shut, strong hands were on his shoulders from behind, peeling his heavy suit jacket down his arms. A tingle of excitement ran up his spine.
“I’ll need it tonight anyway. You’re welcome to bunk with me if you’re too beat for the drive home tonight. I’m never against sharing a room.” Tyler tossed his expensive jacket on the questionable bedspread. He eyed it for a moment, tempted to pick it up and set it somewhere else.
“No, I couldn’t stay here.”
“You’re probably used to the best, aren’t you? What do you find so unsavory about the place? It’s relatively clean for one of their bargain rooms.”
Marcus loosened his tie, trying to think of something that wouldn’t be taken as an insult. He was beginning to f
eel like a jerk. “There’s no air-conditioning.”
“Real men don’t need all those luxuries. Your body’s just spoiled. You’ll adapt to the elements after a while.”
“Well, I don’t plan to stick around that long. Besides, it’s not just the discomfort. I have a hard time breathing when it’s this hot and humid. I’ve had trouble with my lungs since I was a kid.” He took a deep breath, feeling claustrophobic and not just from the heat.
Tyler approached him, a sympathetic look on his face. He ran the pad of his thumb under Marcus’s lower lip, collecting the moisture. “You’re sweating something fierce. Didn’t know it was a medical thing, darlin’. Forget what I said about real men. There ain’t finer than you.”
The cowboy didn’t pull away, rather began unbuttoning his starched shirt. He never protested, even though the act felt so intimate and crossed too many boundaries to fathom. “You’re about my size. I’m sure my clothes will fit just fine.” Tyler pushed the shirt over his shoulders. Sinfully slow. The way the man devoured him with his eyes made his dick jump to life. When his rough, cowboy hands followed the same path his eyes just traveled, he bolted back.
“What are you doing?” And why the fuck did his touch feel so damned good? After the brief physical contact he wanted to give himself to Tyler completely. His mind was more a muddle than it had ever been.
“You’re fucking perfect, Marcus. I knew you’d be even more appealing once I got your shirt off.” A raw hunger danced in Tyler’s eyes. But he didn’t really know this man at all. Did he bring men back to these cheap motel rooms in every town? Would Marcus be his rodeo bitch? He wanted to run away and hit the highway as much as he wanted to give in to the cowboy’s ministrations.
Chapter Three
Tyler never pushed himself on straight men. It wasn’t his style. Sure, there were many men on the circuit who were uncomfortable that he was openly gay, but most just accepted him. Marcus was clean-cut and professional. Tyler guessed it took a lot for him to lose his patience, a politically correct, customer service type. The people he knew would eat him alive, take advantage of his good nature. Normally Tyler would, too, but he wanted more than just a free meal or other perks. He wanted the man.
He’d kept his distance until he began to sense more from the dark-haired angel. Either he was a closeted gay or curious. Either way, his hooded eyes and parted lips pulled Tyler in like an experienced wrangler to a new calf.
Marcus probably had no idea how much Tyler held back. He continued to touch the other man since he hadn’t pushed him away. His body was hard, lean-muscled, and an exotic golden hue. When he reached the belt to his suit pants, Marcus gasped and gripped Tyler’s wrist in a tight fist.
“I can get that,” he said, barely above a whisper.
“It’ll be more fun if I help you.” Until the other man told him to fuck off, he wouldn’t back away. He wanted to feel Marcus’s cock, weigh his balls in his palm, and taste the flavor of his cum. More time than usual had passed since he’d hooked up with a lover, and his body was painfully pent-up. The fact that the man alone in his room was sexier than any he’d ever met didn’t help his frustrated predicament. It may not be the wisest decision to have sex right before an event, but he couldn’t turn back the sequence of events and didn’t want to.
“But—” Marcus’s grip loosened, but he still held Tyler’s wrist in a loose hold. He continued to unbuckle and unzip the man’s pants until they fell heavily to his feet. The tight boxer briefs hugged his erection like a second skin. That big, beautiful cock was confirmation that he enjoyed Tyler’s touch, wanted this party to continue.
Tyler tugged off his own shirt and tossed it. He took a deep cleansing breath when he refocused on the hard body in front of him. “Are you new at this?”
“I’ve never been with a man. I’m not gay.”
“Do you know what gay even means, darlin’?” Tyler placed Marcus’s palm on his chest. “It just means you’re interested in men. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person or less of a human.” He could feel Marcus’s fingers tentatively test his muscled pec. It made his cock harden and pulse race. “Go on, touch me. Ain’t nothing wrong with taking what you want.”
“It doesn’t feel right,” Marcus whispered.
“I don’t believe you. I think you know it feels damn right, but you’re scared of doing what others judge as wrong. I know all about it.” Tyler decided to make a bold move, one which would stop everything in its tracks or bring it to the next level. He reached out, pulled the waistband of Marcus’s boxers down, and freed his cock. It was dark and ripe, pointing up like a virile arrow, slightly pulling to the left. Damn beautiful sight. Tyler grabbed the base of his dick, holding firm and gave it a few trial pumps.
Marcus dug his fingers into Tyler’s muscles and groaned, a throaty sound of approval. He kept going, pumping his cock over and over. When he was sure the city boy was past the point of no return, he leaned over and kissed his neck, licking a trail up to his ear.
“Oh, fuck,” Marcus muttered, his eyes closed and head lolling back on his shoulders.
“That’s a boy. Now you get it, don’t you?” Tyler didn’t kiss him on the lips. He never kissed. Intimacy and sex were two different beasts, and he didn’t do intimacy. But he nipped along his jawline as he continued to stroke his erection. He could feel his girth thickening the longer he fucked him with his hand.
“I’m going to hell.”
“You’re going places, but hell ain’t one of them. I promise it’ll feel like heaven.”
Tyler lowered to his knees in front of Marcus until his cock was bouncing in front of his face. He needed to suck more than breath. When he swallowed the swollen head, he exhaled from sheer ecstasy. Having the other man’s dick between his tongue and palate, so silky and hard at the same time, was truly heaven on earth.
“Oh, my God…” Marcus grabbed a shoulder in each hand as he wobbled on his feet. Tyler could taste the tart pre-cum already, and he didn’t want the show to end before the main event. He sucked and licked the warm shaft in the way he knew would drive Marcus wild. Tyler was known for giving good head, and right now he was proud to give the city boy this level of raw pleasure.
As he deep-throated the full length of hardened flesh, he reached around and cupped Marcus’s tight ass in his palms. He began to run his hands through Tyler’s hair, pulling a little too tight, but it hurt so fucking good.
Tyler inched closer to the gold, caressing the tight, puckered asshole. Marcus shuddered and clamped down tight. He could just imagine how good he’d feel around his cock. Tyler pressed the pad of his finger at the man’s ass as he sucked his cock. Every few seconds he sank a bit deeper until the tip of his finger was just inside his entrance.
“Fuck, that feels so good. I’m gonna come.”
Tyler pulled away his hand and mouth. When he stood he was tempted to kiss the dark-eyed beauty, to feel his lips and tongue meshing with his own. “Not yet, sweet thing. I want to feel my dick in your pretty little ass.”
“No. I can’t.”
“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.” Tyler chuckled. Had he ever known a virgin? It seemed men on the circuit were born into sin.
“I already told you I’ve never done anything like this. Ever. And I don’t think I can.”
Tyler wasn’t turning back now. Not with his own dick painfully engorged. He unbuckled his pants as he backed Marcus against the wall. Once he had him pinned, he pulled out his cock. “Touch me.”
Marcus licked his lips, uncertainty dancing in his eyes. His gaze dipped between them. “I’ve never touched a man.”
“Surely you’ve touched yourself. Ain’t any different.”
He moved slower than rising bread. When he finally caressed him, Tyler nearly lost all control. Many of his bedmates liked to play rough, play dirty, so going slow and tender was frustrating. “You’re big.” Marcus played with his cock, teasing without trying.
Tyler kicked off his boots and pants, and spun Mar
cus around to face the wall, like a cop to a perpetrator. They were both naked, and his erection fit snugly between Marcus’s ass cheeks. He pressed forward to make certain he could feel the rigid line of his cock. “Tell me how that feels, baby doll.” He thrust up and down, dry humping his ass.
“Good,” he whispered. “So good.”
“Get on the bed, Marcus. Lie on your stomach.” As the other man complied, he searched his saddlebag for a tube of lube and condom. He was never without his essentials. He may play the field, but he wasn’t foolish enough to ride bareback with a stranger, even a virgin.
He approached the bed. Marcus was on his stomach, propped up on his elbows. His back was toned to perfection, his ass firm, round globes. He added lube to his sheathed cock as he approached. Just the thought of sinking deep made him dizzy with desire. “The bedding doesn’t smell fresh,” said Marcus.
“Don’t worry about the linens, darlin’. Worry about the nine inches about to fuck your ass.” He bent one knee up on the bed and positioned himself for entry. “Make sure you relax for me. No tightening up.” Tyler pressed the head of his cock at the tight rosette. He was tighter than a clenched fist.
“Bad idea,” Marcus complained, attempting to turn around. Tyler held him in place with a hand to his back. “It’ll hurt.”
“I know you’re scared. It’ll hurt for just for a sec, and then it’ll feel plenty good. I promise.” He forced an inch inside his tight ass. The man moaned when he breached his unforgiving anal ring. The worst was over. Any minute and Marcus would learn what he’d been missing all these years. Tyler would show him.
* * * *
Marcus had never been so aroused in all his life. As soon as Tyler touched his bare dick, he knew in an instant that he was one-hundred percent gay. He wanted more, he wanted it all. When he sucked him into his hot, wet mouth he knew he’d beg if the man stopped. It felt so good, so intense. Heat radiated through his body and his balls pulled up tight.
Reality didn’t reemerge until Tyler mentioned taking a cock in his ass. He knew that was what men did, but it scared him. There would be no turning back if they had real sex. Once he allowed a man to take his virginity, to fuck his ass, it would be a mental confirmation of his sexual status. He didn’t want to lose his job or his family, but he also couldn’t pretend to be somebody else for the rest of his life. Marcus was so tired of playing a starring role that wasn’t his to play. It was time to come out, to take what he wanted, not what he knew others expected of him.
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