by RJ Jones
“Hmm, I’ve missed you too. Do up your seat belt, then use your phone to find the nearest campground.”
Alex talked while looking at the screen. “I guess I wasn’t so good at acting straight after all.”
“What does that mean? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, nothing happened. Eric wasn’t happy I wouldn’t sleep with him. That was him scowling from the corral. He’s closeted and thought I’d make a nice distraction in the middle of the night when no one could see. I turned him down, told him I was straight but flattered, and he called me on it. Said if I was straight, he was Liza Minnelli. I said I loved him in Chicago and forgot about it, until the next night when he came into my room. In the end, I told him I had a boyfriend who’d rip my balls off if I fucked anyone else. Then he got all maudlin saying how he loved working with the horses and being on the ranch but the homophobia and fear of being beaten were enough to keep him in the closet.” Alex looked up from his phone. “Take a left here.”
I signaled to turn. “So why was Eric so pissed when I showed up?”
“He wants what we’ve got. He’s jealous of our relationship. I feel for him. It can’t be easy being around all those masculine men and not be true to yourself.”
I took my eyes off the road for a second to look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Just how masculine were these men?”
Alex smiled and waggled his eyebrows.
WE PARKED for the night at the first campground we came across, which was just outside Beaumont. After scrambling over the seats, we stripped quickly and came together on the mattress in a tumble of mouths, hands, fingers, and tongues. Alex kissed me like never before, and at one point I thought he was trying to crawl inside me. His lips and hands not only worked their magic on my body but on my mind as well. After he made love to me twice—which had me coming in record time, leaving me a sweaty, incoherent mess—he wrapped himself around me and whispered in my ear, “I love you. I’m not going anywhere without you ever again.”
“You’re my boyfriend now,” I said, yawning. It still seemed a little weird that I had, and was, a boyfriend.
He kissed the back of my neck before raising up on his elbow to look down at me. “Yes, or partners. Whatever you want to call it, I don’t care, as long as we’re both on the same page. I’m committed to you, Josh. Only you.”
I twisted around to bring our faces close together and kissed the corner of Alex’s mouth. “I’m happy with boyfriend or partner. I don’t care either as long as I’m with you.”
Alex stared at me for a long minute. “Josh?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m gay.”
I laughed softly. “Me too. Does this mean we have to start liking the Scissor Sisters now?”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
February 16th
Oxford, Mississippi
“WHY IS sex so much better with you?” I asked Alex a few days later as we unpacked the laundry bag and stored our clean clothes under the mattress.
Alex looked to be weighing his answer before he spoke. “How many girls have you slept with?”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
Alex rolled his eyes. “Let me rephrase. How many girls have you slept with more than twice?” I tried to think but shamefully kept coming up blank. I was never looking for commitment, and the clingy, needy girls made my stomach twist. I had been a college student; fun was the name of the game.
“Josh, how do you expect to have amazing sex with someone you’re not intimate with?”
“Huh?”
“Let me show you what I mean.” Alex finished putting his clothes away and came around to my side of the roll-out storage. “If I do this—” Alex bent his head and licked and kissed the spot behind my ear that never failed to make be tremble. “—you go all needy on me. I do this—” The bastard sunk his teeth into the soft spot on my shoulder and I grabbed hold of him as my legs buckled. I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped from my throat. “—you’re about to go to your knees. If you don’t take the time to get to know your partner’s body, sex is never going to be very pleasurable. You may get off, but you can do that by yourself in the shower. You give pleasure, you get pleasure.”
His words made me think about how his sexual experience seemed to outstrip mine.
“You’ve done this before,” I squeezed out around the lump in my throat. It wasn’t a question and my skin burned with jealousy, thinking Alex had been with a guy before me. “Ow, fucker.” His fist connected with my bicep and I rubbed my arm.
“Not what you’re thinking, but yes. I’ve used toys, had toys used on me, but I’ve never had sex with a guy before you.”
“Good.” I pouted.
“Idiot.” Alex smirked. “Come here, I want to show you something.”
After rolling the storage-cum-table back under the mattress, Alex grabbed his backpack. He crawled onto the mattress and folded his long legs under him, holding the bag to his chest. He patted the mattress in front of his knees. “Sit.”
I did as instructed and sat cross-legged facing him.
He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. “Promise not to freak out.”
“Okay.” Alex had a devious look on his face. He was up to something and I didn’t know if I should be bothered by it or not. Before I could say anything, he unzipped the bag and shook out its contents between us.
“Holy. Shit.” I was unable to take my eyes away from the multitude of sex toys that had been dumped on the mattress long enough to see Alex’s reaction to my words.
“Is that a freaked-out ‘holy shit’ or a this is fucking cool ‘holy shit’?”
I picked up a silver butt plug and ran my fingers over the smooth metal, feeling its coolness. “I’m not freaked out, I just didn’t expect an entire adult store to fall out of your carry-on.” I forgot about the plug as I spied a variety of toys including large dildos, masks, silk ropes, leather cuffs, and a string of differing size balls ranging from marble size to pool ball attached to it. I picked it up and tried to figure out what it was.
“Anal beads. They’re inserted one by one starting with the smallest.”
I raised my head to look at Alex for the first time since he emptied his stash in my lap. His features were a cross between excitement and apprehension, and I knew he was waiting for my honest reaction before his emotions would choose a side.
I shook my head to clear it. “What… I mean, how do you know all this?” I wasn’t inexperienced, I’d slept with my fair share of girls, but all these toys blew my mind.
“Remember I told you about Linda?”
“The law student who liked anal?”
“Yeah.” Alex flushed and dropped his head, looking at me from under his lashes. “Well, turned out she liked to reciprocate. She was quite the teacher.” He looked at me with a sly grin and I knew he was trying to lighten the mood and not make it so awkward. It wasn’t awkward, per se, just a little weird to have my suspicions confirmed.
Alex was a kinky bastard. And way more experienced than I thought.
I played with a strand of soft silk rope. “So… you’ve used these? I mean, on yourself?”
“Yes.”
“And you’d like to use them on me?” He was right when he said I hadn’t been intimate with my sexual partners. I was getting more and more turned on by the minute at the thought of Alex teasing my body with these toys, and I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face.
Alex’s smile went from ear to ear. “Yes. And I want you to use them on me too.”
So far I hadn’t fucked Alex. I had assumed he didn’t want to; he seemed to enjoy fucking me to the point of distraction. I didn’t bother to question it because, honestly, I loved having him fill me. It was the best sensation in the world, being stretched and filled to capacity as he draped his body across mine. I didn’t know if I could do what he asked of me. Sure, I’d fucked girls, but that was different. What if I couldn’t find his prostate? What if he didn’t enjoy
himself and I sucked at it? What if unknowingly I hurt him?
I decided not to dwell on it and asked a more pressing question instead. “Where the hell did you find time to go and buy all these while working on the ranch? In Hicksville, Texas, of all places.”
“I didn’t. I asked Cal to ship them to me.”
“Eww. These are Cal’s?” Surely Alex didn’t think I’d be comfortable using someone else’s sex toys. The thought grossed me out.
“No, idiot. They’re mine. They were in one of my boxes from college. I asked Cal to send them to me at the ranch. It wasn’t something I could ask Mom to do. I owe him something huge.”
I frowned. “Where’s my Alex and what have you done with him?” The Alex I used to know was quiet and kept to himself a lot. He opened up to me but didn’t show a lot of himself to the outside world. Some would say he was friendly but reserved. He never got involved in fights and stayed away from gossip. Alex could come across as shy until you got to know him, then he was funny and, on occasion, sarcastic. This new Alex was outwardly confident, had a quiet strength, and didn’t take any crap.
His smile faded. “What do you mean? I’m still me.”
“I’ve never seen this side of you. You’re more self-assured, not to mention kinky as fuck, and you asked your cousin to box up your entire supply of sex toys and send them to you on a homophobic ranch in Texas. What would’ve happened if someone found them?”
Alex’s eyebrows drew together. “Remember what happened after Disneyland?” I nodded. It was the first time the gang incident had been mentioned since we left San Diego. “I was scared shitless. I feared not only for my life, but for yours. If you hadn’t been so quick to get us out of there, we could have been killed. I may not be strong like you, but I’ve been told I can be intimidating when I want to be.” He paused, then said, “Calvin told me a few stories that made me realize that when he’s confrontational, it’s for a reason. Cal doesn’t take any shit from anyone, young or old. He just wants to live his life with Davis in peace, but the assholes of the world don’t always let him. He stands up to those who don’t agree because he won’t tolerate Davis getting hurt or upset. He’d do anything for him. And I’d do anything for you.” Alex smiled then. “They’re getting married, by the way.”
Calvin was quite assertive, to put it nicely, but I just thought that was how he was wired. I didn’t realize he was being overly protective of his boyfriend, now fiancé. “Are you trying to change the subject?”
“The subject hasn’t changed enough, I don’t think. We started talking about you with a plug up your ass and then we deviated to my sex life with Linda, me being different, Disneyland, and now to a gay wedding where I’m going to be the best man. I’m just trying to take it full circle.” Alex’s eyes sparkled once more. “I really like the thought of you tied up, squirming and panting as I work something into your hole.”
I quirked my lips and ignored Alex’s last sentence, despite my cock rising to the occasion. He hadn’t restrained me with anything other than his hands before and the thought turned me on so much, I was needy in seconds. But I wasn’t going to let him know that. Two could play this game. “So is Calvin or Davis going to change their last name?”
Alex’s eyes flashed with humor before he picked up a large black dildo and started wrapping a fine piece of leather around it slowly. My dick certainly took notice of what he was doing, even if I was trying to ignore it. “Davis’s last name is Davis. He doesn’t use his given name.”
“Why not?”
“I’ll give you one word. Winston-Bartholomew.”
“That’s two.”
Alex held up a finger, sucked on it, then withdrew it from his lips slowly before holding it up again. “One.”
“Geez. No wonder he goes by his last name.” I picked up the shiny butt plug again and watched Alex’s eyes grow dark.
Alex’s gaze followed my fingers as I caressed the shiny metal. “Are we going to sit here and discuss my cousin’s upcoming nuptials or are you going to let me fuck you with that?”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
February 28th
Jackson, Mississippi
“ARE YOU trying to hit every bump in the road?” I glared at Alex, hoping he would get the message. I had spent the past couple of days restrained with leather straps and wrist cuffs as he had his way with me. Having something in my ass was fun, beyond fun actually, except for right now. We were heading south through Mississippi and I’d had a large butt plug in for the last hour. Every time we hit a bump in the road, it would push against my prostate, and Alex, being the kinky bastard he was, wasn’t allowing me to touch myself. I was so hard it bordered on painful.
Alex smirked mischievously. “Hang on. We’re almost there,” he said, pointing to the GPS map.
“I don’t see a campground. Where are we headed, exactly?”
“Hotel.”
“Fine, just hurry up.” I tried to keep the desperation from my tone, but the look on Alex’s face said I’d failed miserably.
He patted my thigh. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you there.” The double entendre wasn’t lost on me.
“You better,” I huffed.
It wasn’t long before we pulled into a small hotel just off the highway. It was a nondescript three-story building and, thankfully, didn’t look dingy like some of the roadside motels we had passed.
“You want dinner, then a shower, or shower first?” Alex asked as he collected the key and headed for the stairs.
“I want an elevator.” The stairs were going to play havoc with my ass.
“Sorry, no can do. Come on. I’ll order room service if they have it. If not, you’re coming with me to the Whataburger next door.”
“You’re a sadistic fucker.”
“You love it.” Alex smirked as he started up the steps.
I smiled. Yeah, I did. Even with something other than his dick up my ass, I loved it. The problem was, Alex knew it.
Alex keyed the door open and placed our duffel on the side table. We brought just one bag up, since we were staying only one night and not planning to go anywhere.
“I’ve created a monster, haven’t I?” Alex asked. He was leaning against the door frame, watching me squirm as I tried to get comfortable on a chair by the window. “I would never have guessed you’d be such a greedy bottom. You’re practically begging for me to fuck you right now, aren’t you?” His eyes glinted.
Uh-oh. That look told me he had something else planned. “You’re not going to fuck me?”
Alex crossed his arms and grinned like the devil. “Nope.”
“Can I fuck myself, then?” I seriously needed to get off. I wriggled a little on the chair, hoping to find some kind of friction.
I watched Alex cross the room and pick up the hotel’s information booklet. He scanned the pages in silence, then picked up the in-room phone. He turned to me and glared. “If you come without me, I won’t fuck you for a week.” He turned his attention back to the booklet and, after a few seconds, said into the phone, “Yes, room two-sixty-two. We’ll have two of your chef’s special burgers and a large side of fries. Yes, please, the sooner, the better. Thank you.” After hanging up, he turned back to me and his eyebrows drew together.
“What now?”
“I’m wondering if I should leave that plug in or give you some relief while we eat dinner.” Alex held his hand out. “Come on. I’ll think about it in the shower.”
I was about to refuse to shower with him, thinking he was going to make my situation worse by bringing me to the edge of orgasm, then backing off and not letting me come. Resistance was futile, though. Alex ran this game and I was helpless to say no to him.
We entered the small shower stall together, but all Alex did was slap my ass a couple of times, making the plug jiggle, before washing me all over. I returned the compliment, paying special attention to his erect cock until I had him panting and weeping precome. When his balls drew up into his body, I let go of his dick and turne
d the hot water off, leaving him under the cold spray.
He yelped like a girl. “You’re so going to pay for that.”
I wrapped a towel around my waist before throwing one at him as he turned off the cold tap and stepped out. I chuckled as I stepped out of the bathroom. “Payback’s a bitch.”
“That butt plug is staying where it is until I say so!” Alex yelled after me.
“Room service.” The knock on the door came at the same time as Alex’s shout, but the room-service waiter didn’t bat an eye as he walked in and placed the tray on the table. I was wondering if he’d heard, and when I signed the slip, he smiled knowingly, then said, “Have a lovely evening, gentlemen,” before closing the door behind him.
Alex stepped out of the bathroom naked and rubbing his hair with a towel. “Did he hear that?”
“Uh-huh. I’m pretty sure he did.”
Alex shrugged and sat down at the small table. “Let’s eat. You’re going to need your energy.”
After we wolfed down our burgers in record time, Alex brought out his laptop. “Here, I want you to see something.”
I dragged my chair over to his side of the table and pressed my leg against his as I looked at the screen. He kissed my temple, then opened his email.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Our results from the clinic in New Mexico.”
“Does that mean…?”
“Yes, we’re both clean. We can lose the condoms.” Alex smirked and closed the laptop. He stood and threw his leg over me, straddling my legs as he rested his bare ass on my thighs. His weight pressed the plug farther into my ass. He took my mouth with his in a deep, tongue-diving kiss that had my never-ending erection begging for something. Anything.
“I want you to fuck me. Bare,” Alex breathed against my lips. “I want you to fuck me while you have a toy in your ass.”
All the air rushed out of my lungs. “Jesus. H. Christ.”
