“Holy fuckin’ frijoles. That was some blowjob!” His words sounded almost reverent. His eyes shut again as he shook his head. “Wow.” He sucked in a huge, deep breath and let it out in a whoosh. “I’m not sure I can do that well for you, but I’ll be glad to try.”
Trek stood. “I can wait awhile. You need to get yourself back on an even keel, don’t you? There’s no hurry, at least none that I know of. When you can get back on your feet, I’ll take that next beer. No, on second thought, I expect I can find the fridge.”
He turned away and went into the house through the open patio door. By the time he returned with the two bottles, Dan had pulled his pants up and fastened them and some of the shell-shocked expression had left his face.
Trek righted his chair and sat down, twisted the cap off his beer, and took a deep swallow. Although he wasn’t in a great hurry to wash the taste of Dan out of his mouth, he had gotten dry. Actually, cum and beer didn’t go badly together.
Maybe there was a tiny little trace of nerves at work…normally he took his pleasure easy come and easy go, or make that easy cum. He hadn’t even gotten off—yet. Something about this cop felt different, though. He didn’t know whether he liked that or not.
* * * *
Getting his breathing, heartbeat, and shaky muscles under control took Dan a lot longer than it ever had before. He gratefully accepted the beer Trek shoved across to him and drank it, not in a huge gulp but swallow by swallow—all without saying a word. He really didn’t know what to say. Finally he dared a glance at the other man. Trek met his gaze, smiled and then winked.
“You’re okay, man. You just need more practice. We can work on that the next few days.”
Dan replied with a slow nod. That sounded like a fantastic idea. Although he’d have to work for several of them and sleep a little between shifts, that should leave at least eight or ten hours a day. The number of adventures possible in that time boggled his mind—even if they did do some more sightseeing. “While I’ve never been thankful for a dumb car thief before, this might be an exception. Anytime you’re ready, I think I can deliver now.” He lifted the bottle and this time drained it.
When he stood, Trek did also. “I don’t know what your neighbors are like, but even with your wall, it might be a good idea if we take this indoors.”
“You’re right,” Dan admitted. “I didn’t even think about it. There are some kids, and some of them can climb like monkeys. They’re probably not ready to see anything like this X-rated performance.”
He led the way through the kitchen and into the living room. His furniture was sparse and utilitarian: a big-screen TV on the wall, a tabletop stereo on a shelf beside it, a battered futon for a couch, and his sagging old recliner, the one he nearly lived in when he was home. One coffee table drooped under piles of magazines, newspapers, junk mail, and things he did not even want to identify—like empty fast-food containers and an assortment of cans and bottles. Shit, it looks like a pigsty, of a bachelor pig.
Trek paused, glanced around, and gave a small shrug. “Where do you want me?”
Dan had to give him credit, he didn’t seem to turn a hair at the mess, the dilapidated state. Surely he didn’t live like this—if he even had a place somewhere to light between travels.
“You can use the chair, although you may need a crane to get out of it. There are times I think I’ll have to get an engine hoist or something.”
“You can lift me,” Trek said. “I may be too undone to make it on my own.” He crossed the room and flopped down in the chair. As soon as he hit, he undid his belt and unfastened the fly of his slacks. “Hmm, maybe I ought to take these off since I don’t have anything else to wear when I leave.” He stood easily and stepped out of the khakis, tossing them on the futon. Though he did wear briefs, they were barely larger than a thong and did more to enhance than conceal his package.
Dan took a few seconds to appreciate the view before he dropped to his knees and edged closer between Trek’s spread legs. Before he could decide what to do next, Trek pushed the elastic band of his briefs down and lifted his cock and balls free of the stretchy pouch. The band then pushed them up, showcased. Truly good enough to eat, in Dan’s opinion. He started like he’d attack an ice-cream cone, lick by lick. First he took the drop of pre-cum from the slit and then ran a slow circle around the groove below the head. Trek’s grunt of approval encouraged him to explore, taste, and tantalize more.
Not until he had savored every inch of Trek’s prick and the crinkly, lightly-hair texture of his balls did Dan open his mouth and slide his lips down over the head and then as far down the shaft as he could go. He’d worked to conquer the gag reflex that had interfered with his first cock-sucking efforts. He found he’d made substantial progress. Even if Trek was no shorty, Dan was able to take most of his length. Hot, hard, pulsing with the rush of blood from each heartbeat, that fine cock definitely had a life of its own.
Dan wondered briefly what Trek called it. Every man he’d ever known had a pet name for his tool. His was his magnum, which might sound silly. Or not—he valued it right up there with his service pistol, a 9mm that held ten rounds in its oversize magazine.
Although he was not as adept or skillful as Trek in knowing just when to accelerate and when to slow things down, he gave it his best effort. Trek had been moaning for the last few pulls. Finally he grabbed Dan’s head. That’s when Dan knew the other man had reached the point where ejaculation was not only urgently desired but absolutely necessary. Trek let go with a spurt to shame a fire hose and several lesser ones in the aftershock category.
Dan finally let go and rocked back as Trek opened his eyes. They looked glazed for a moment, and a similarly shocked expression covered the rest of his face. He shook his head and then grinned. “If you consider yourself an amateur, dude, you’re closing fast on the pro stage. That was a damn fine BJ. For the first course, I’d say we have done just fine.”
Only then did Dan realize his feet and lower legs were stinging like a zillion ant bites. He’d been down for a while. He had to use his hands to help as he got up, and he noticed Trek had made no move to get out of the chair. That was probably a good sign.
Dan noticed then that dusk had fallen. He reached around Trek to turn on the one lamp that stood behind the chair. Then he realized Commando was not in the room. “Your dog isn’t a climber, is he? My wall’s five feet and there’s only the one gate. I’m surprised he’s not in here with us.”
That got Trek out of the chair in a blink. “No, I mean he’s never shown any tendency that way. I’d better go check, though.” They ran out the open patio door almost in step and scanned the yard, moving like they were on parallel tracks. No dog.
“Oh shit. Oh fuck! Where could he be? He’s on quarantine, so I’ve got to have him with me all the time.”
Chapter 5
Just then a sound drew Dan’s attention. He took a couple of steps and looked through the wire gate to the carport. Then he began to laugh. Trek joined him in a flash. There was Commando, and there was the pretty little brindle female that belonged to the kids next door. They must have delayed getting her spayed since she was young, although they’d had to pay for it when they adopted her from the local shelter.
Dan shook his head. “Looks like your dog figured you were having your fun so he deserved some too. I doubt the folks that own Fawnita will be too upset. They can find homes for obviously pure Pit Bulls in a flash. They’re almost the state dog in New Mexico now. The old folks have Chihuahuas, and the younger ones all have Pit Bulls.”
“Whew,” Trek said. “Oh, Commando’s fixed, so that’s not an issue. I didn’t think he could or would do anything! He had me going for a minute there. Are you sure it’ll be okay? I guess we can’t do much for a few minutes now. At least he’s not running off.”
Dan shrugged. “Well, he obviously still can get it up! Where did you get him?”
“In Tennessee.”
“You might have him checked just in
case, though. I know a good vet, and she won’t squeal to Tennessee, if he’s not completely neutered. Then he can sing, ‘I left my nuts in Alamo Junction.’ You know, to the tune of the one about heart in San Fran.”
Trek rolled his eyes. “You are so funny.”
“As soon as you get over here tomorrow after you check out, I’ll go with you to get him checked over. I can’t imagine Dr. Darcy is too busy to fit Commando in right away. It’s too late to call her now.”
“Oh fuck it, why don’t I just go over there now and check out? Screw the one night’s charge. It’s on my business account anyway. Is it all right if I leave Commando here with you?”
The dogs had finished their amorous encounter, and Commando walked back to the gate. His expression mixed triumph and chagrin. His tail wagged so hard his whole butt moved. He looked at them through the gate, his eyes fixed on Trek. You aren’t really mad at me, are you, boss? I mean what’s a guy to do when this cute little thing comes up and almost wags it under your nose? Although the dog could not speak aloud, his message could not have been clearer.
“You were a really bad dog to leave the yard. You scared Daddy. Don’t do it again, okay?” Even as he chided his pet, Trek opened the gate and let the dog in, still wagging. “Just to be sure, I’m going to put him inside. Is that okay with you?”
Dan grinned. “Sure. I’ll watch him. Does he know about doggie doors? There’s one right here, by the side of the slider. I guess someone before me had a dog here.”
“I could take him, but I won’t be long, just enough to grab my shit and give that high-toned desk clerk the key. He’ll be relieved, I’m sure. He didn’t take to me, much less Commando.”
“I’ll put something in front of the dog door while you’re gone. I promise, Trek, I won’t lose your dog.”
They went inside, and Trek let himself out through the side door to the carport. Commando gave a small howl when his master pulled out. Then he settled down. Dan took out a couple of steaks and thawed them in the microwave and then stuck two potatoes in to bake. Since he’d have Trek here, he didn’t plan to waste time going out for dinner. He cut a few scraps off the steaks and put them on a paper plate. When he set it down, Commando gave the offering a sniff and then began to scarf them up. While the dog was busy, Dan slipped out to light his grill.
* * * *
Darcy Jordan, the new vet in Alamo Junction, stood close to Dan’s six-foot height. Rawboned and strong-featured, she might have charitably been called handsome, but her love for animals shone out like a bright beacon from her hazel eyes and her gentle smile. Dan had met her the day she opened up shop—when some idiot broke in and took some drugs, thinking they were for humans. She had laughed, saying Rimadyl wouldn’t do a thing, certainly not make anyone high.
Trek followed Dan into the reception area of her clinic, Commando in tow. Hearing the bell on the door, the doctor came out.
“What have we got here?” she greeted. “Oh, a pitty—what a handsome boy.”
“He’s supposed to be fixed, but he—well, a female next door was clearly in heat, and he was more than interested. I want to be sure he really is neutered.”
Darcy laughed. “If it wasn’t too long ago, he’s likely not totally clear of testosterone yet, and some males still have the urge months later.” She dropped to a knee and held her hand out for Commando’s inquisitive nose. The dog clearly approved.
Rising, Darcy reached for Commando’s leash. “You’re in luck. I’m not scheduled for any surgery or major work this morning, so as soon as my tech arrives we can take a look. I’ll do an X-ray and maybe a scan if anything doesn’t look right. He looks young—probably no issues with the anesthesia if we need to do any cutting. We can do a quick blood test though if you want a little safety net.”
“I never cut corners with my dog,” Trek asserted. “So do everything you can to assure he does well. Cost is no issue. This guy is my partner.”
She nodded. “I like that attitude. Okay, he should be ready to pick up about four o’clock. Will that work for you?”
Trek glanced at Dan. The policeman nodded. “Sure.”
“That’s fine,” Trek said. “Though I’d like to stay, I know that’s not allowed.” He scratched behind Commando’s ears and then turned away, trying to look nonchalant. He certainly didn’t feel that way.
Once outside, they got back into Trek’s rental. He looked across at Dan before he started the vehicle. “So how can we kill the hours until four? It’s going to seem long, at least to me.”
“Yeah, I can imagine,” Dan said. He actually looked sympathetic. “Best thing is to keep busy. Why don’t we run up to the ski slopes on Mt. Plata and do the zip line today? That’s one thing I know your dog can’t do with us, and I guarantee, you’ll be too involved to worry much.”
The drive up to the range north and east of town took about two hours. They ascended from high desert with mesquite, creosote, and cholla cactus through the middle levels of brush and small trees to the towering alpine zone with Ponderosa pine and a scattering of fir and spruce.
Trek had to stop a few times to snap some photos. “I can’t believe how many changes you can go through in about six thousand feet and twenty miles or so. This will make a great travel piece.”
When they got to the lodge at the foot of the ski slopes, they got tickets to ride the lift to the pinnacle and then transfer to the zip line to zoom back down. Trek collected all his camera equipment. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he followed Dan to the lift. They shared a bench. Dan looked a little askance at the lift’s arrangement as they sat down and belted in.
“There are a few places we’re way off the ground,” he explained. “It’s kind of like a carnival ride. I never cared too much for those even as a kid. Guess I’m a born coward. My cousin always rode my ass about it, the one who did the skit about the gay guy with the pocket dog. He claimed he knew I was gay when I was five years old, the asshole.”
Trek shook his head. “Asshole is right. I had one of those too. Cousin, that is.”
As they started to rise, he reached across and grabbed Dan’s hand. “If the cable breaks or something we’ll go down together.”
Dan raised an eyebrow, then grinned. “Works for me.”
The view from the mountain top was not overrated when the ads termed it spectacular. Although the state lines were not marked like on a map, Dan swore you could see five states if you knew what you were looking at. The brochures said the peak was almost 12,500 feet in elevation. That meant there was nothing higher for miles, not until you got into the Colorado Rockies. Many more pictures were required.
They had a sandwich and soda at the Pinnacle Post, a mixture of store, café, and souvenir stand. Then it was time to harness up for the wild ride down to the main lodge. Trek noted that Dan went a little bit pale as they approached the attendant who would make sure they were buckled up securely for the descent.
“Hey, if you don’t want to do this…”
Dan shook his head. “No. I can do it. I learned to rappel in the military, and this isn’t much different. It’ll be fun once we’re started.” The husky cop squared his shoulders and stepped up to take the first place.
The attendant offered to rent Trek a Go-pro. “It’s not a good idea to let go and try to take pictures,” he explained. “With the cam on a headband, it’ll get the whole trip for you. You turn it in at the lodge and get the card with the video on it.”
“You convinced me,” Trek agreed. He tightened the bright elastic band around his brow and then set his bush hat back on top of it. A few minutes later, they were both in harness and ready to step off. And once you stepped off, there was no stopping. The trip was one fast drop that seemed very long when you first looked down.
Trek began to whoop and holler as he felt the line jerk and then started to zoom away. Ahead of him, he saw Dan had a death grip on the line linking him to the cable overhead. He could not tell if the other man looked around enough to enjoy the view or n
ot. For his part, he swiveled his head in every possible direction to take in all he could. That video would not be wasted if he could help it. He could probably freeze a few frames for still shots to include with his articles and maybe put part of the vid into the online version of the magazine.
For a moment, he thought about Commando. When a sliver of anxiety knifed through him, the exhilarating speed and the whistle of the wind passing him soon blew it away. He told himself his pet would be fine, just as he and Dan would be when this careening flight was over. And over it was, almost too soon.
Dan had unharnessed and stepped aside when Trek came to a stop on the deck. Watching him, Dan grinned. “Hey, we made it.”
“Damn straight. Wasn’t that just fantastic? I’m going to do at least two fantabulous pieces on this. It deserves a lot more publicity than it gets. I don’t think it’s suitable for small children, but teenagers would love it.”
Dan stomped both feet on the solid ground as he stepped off the platform. For a minute Although Trek thought he might kneel and kiss the dirt, he didn’t. Still, relief painted his face.
Trek put a hand on Dan’s arm. “Did you do that just for me, to let me see and be able to write it up?”
Dan’s glance touched his and clung. “Kind of,” he admitted. “I’d bragged about all the stuff we had to see and do around here. I had to prove it.”
“Thank you,” Trek answered. “And I really mean that. Maybe tonight I can show you my appreciation in a more tangible way.” He knew from the flare of heat in Dan’s eyes that the other man got the message. He found he was looking forward to it, himself. There were many thrills besides climbing scenic mountains and riding down a cable at breathtaking speeds…and he knew a good deal about many of them!
As soon as he had Commando back safe with him, that would be next on the agenda. While this unexpected delay in his travels might be only a few days’ interlude he could make the most of it. Even if the best parts might never get into print, that was okay too.
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