Bondage Ranch

by Roland Graeme

  “No.” Vaughn assumed the other man was joking. Still, he felt flustered.

  “What do you have? This?” Flint held up his right hand.

  “That’s about the size of it.”

  “Don’t you ever get tired of jerking off?”

  “Not tired, exactly. Bored is more like it. A little variety would be nice every now and then.”

  “You like to have your dick sucked?”

  “Who doesn’t?”

  “What else do you like?”

  Vaughn shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m open to suggestions.”

  “Maybe some night I’ll come to your room and make sure you don’t get bored.”

  “Yeah, you do that,” Vaughn said.

  He’d assumed it was just talk—joking, horny talk. But that very night, Flint had knocked on his door. Pleasantly surprised, Vaughn had invited him in.

  A few minutes later, the two men were kissing. And a few minutes after that, they were on Vaughn’s bed, naked. They went at each other like jackrabbits, sucking, rimming, and fucking—coaxing multiple ejaculations from each other’s pricks, wearing each other out. It was some of the best sex Vaughn had ever had.

  Vaughn had to give Kearney some credit. The foreman had enlarged Vaughn’s sexual repertoire and forced him to overcome his inhibitions. Now Flint was reaping the benefit of what Kearney had sown.

  Ever since that first night, Vaughn and Flint had been getting together for sex at least two or three nights a week. It was convenience sex, saving both of them the trouble of going out cruising. But Vaughn did like Flint, even though he had to admit he still didn’t know all that much about him, other than what he’d discovered during their time together in bed. He was sure Flint would have said much the same about him.

  Flint had become a regular visitor to Vaughn’s room. He was always welcome, and Vaughn had to admit one thing. His fellow cowboy never allowed him to get bored—or to stay sexually frustrated for very long.

  That night was no exception.

  When Flint tapped on the door, Vaughn let him in, greeting him with a hug and a kiss.

  Flint was a good kisser, in the way some extremely masculine gay men could be. Vaughn relaxed against him, his half-clothed body pressing against Flint’s fully clothed one. Flint’s hands slid down Vaughn’s bare back to cup his buttocks through the seat of his sweatpants, then Flint pulled Vaughn’s crotch roughly against his while their lips remained in contact and the sweetness of Flint’s tongue invaded Vaughn’s mouth.

  Flint smiled at Vaughn after they finally broke the kiss. “Fuck! I’ve sure been missing that, all day long.”

  “Me, too.”

  “How long has it been since the last time we got together and played around?”

  “A couple of days.”

  “Yeah? Well, it sure seems like longer than that. I’m so horny I could swear I haven’t had sex for a week.”

  “Don’t worry, we’ll make up for lost time now. Want a drink?” Vaughn asked.

  “Please.”

  “The usual?”

  “Sure.”

  Vaughn knew that Flint preferred beer, so he took care to keep his little refrigerator stocked with the brand Flint liked. Flint drank straight from the bottle while Vaughn sipped more whiskey from his glass.

  The two men made small talk while they sat and drank. It was the camaraderie of sex partners, casual and relaxed. But underlying the deceptive calm surface of their interaction was a mutual anticipation. They were both well aware of what was to come, and to come shortly.

  In the meanwhile, Vaughn admired his fuck buddy—and not for the first time.

  Flint wasn’t bad-looking. He was very dark, indeed rather swarthy, with black hair and warm brown eyes, and an olive-toned complexion. His best features were those eyes of his, which usually had an ironic, mischievous gleam in them, and his mouth, which was full, sensuous, and very red. It was the kind of mouth which Vaughn could easily imagine himself kissing. Or, better yet, he could picture those lips stretched wide open around the shaft of his big, hard cock and sucking away on it with blissful, mindless concentration.

  Not that Vaughn had to rely entirely upon his imagination. He had his memories, including some quite recent ones, to draw upon as well.

  He didn’t think anyone meeting Flint for the first time would have found him handsome in a male model or young Hollywood leading man sort of way. But he was sexy, which was something quite different. A man could have a confident way of carrying himself, a glint in his eye, an engaging turn to his smile that told another man he was at ease with his own body, with his sexuality. Also, that he was at ease with other men’s bodies, and that he knew what to do with them. For Vaughn, that was a lot more important than bland stereotypical good looks.

  As usual, it didn’t take long for the two men to run out of conversation. Vaughn suggested that they get more comfortable and Flint agreed with a readiness that betrayed his own eagerness. Vaughn shed his sweatpants and stretched out naked on the bed. Flint seated himself in the armchair which his host had just vacated, tugging off his boots then peeling off his socks. He had big hands and feet, which proved the validity of that hoary old saying to the effect that men who possessed such attributes had big penises, as well. Standing up again, he stripped off his T-shirt.

  He had Japanese-style tattoos, discreetly arranged on his torso so that the ink wasn’t visible when he wore a shirt. On Flint’s broad back, a striped tiger lurked about under jungle foliage and exotic flowers in full bloom. The foliage spread over his shoulders and down over his chest and belly. There, birds and insects flitted about among the leaves and blossoms.

  Flint caught Vaughn staring at his bared torso.

  “Like what you see?” Flint asked with a grin.

  “Always,” Vaughn admitted. “I’ve always admired your ink, man.”

  “You ought to get some for yourself.”

  “I’m not into pain.”

  “Oh? You could’ve fooled me. What a frigging wuss you are.”

  “Drop your pants, buddy, and I’ll show you who’s a wuss and who’s not.”

  “Can’t wait to find out.”

  Grinning, Flint opened his jeans and stepped out of them. In getting ready for their tryst, he’d dispensed with underwear. Naked, his cock already swaying out in front of him in semi-erection, he joined Vaughn on the bed.

  They lay there, playing with each other’s dicks.

  Both of the ranch hands loved to suck cock. And so, on that sultry summer evening some intense sixty-nining was once again among the items on their agenda.

  Flint lifted Vaughn’s cock with one hand and stretched his other arm over the other man’s abdomen to caress Vaughn’s chest, his fingers occasionally pinching at one nipple or the other. Vaughn felt the heat of his breath stirring through the thicket of his pubic hair. Then Flint touched the tip of his cock with his parted lips. He ran the heat of his tongue all around the taut-skinned head of Vaughn’s cock. Vaughn’s shaft pulsed in his hand, the thick blue vein running along its side bulging as it pumped the blood hotly through his engorged tissues. Parting his lips wider, Flint kissed the dome of Vaughn’s glans, then he slowly sank his mouth down around his erection until his nose brushed the pubic hair. Vaughn’s big, work-hardened hands closed into fists at his sides as he fought to restrain himself—not without an effort—from humping into Flint’s throat. Keeping Vaughn in exquisite agony, Flint stayed down there, his throat milking the shaft of his cock. The wet slipperiness of his tongue lashing back and forth along the underside of his hard-on until it was all Vaughn could do to keep from pushing his hips up to shove himself even deeper into that tantalizing throat.

  But just then, when Vaughn thought he could endure no more, his fellow cowboy bobbed his head up again, his tongue swirling around the curved underside of Vaughn’s cock head as he backed away. Vaughn could hear him gasp for air, and Flint’s tongue flicked out over his lips. Then he tw
isted his head to one side and ran his mouth down the full length of Vaughn’s erection, past his balls, and almost to his anus. Flint’s tongue probed eagerly into the sensitive crevice between Vaughn’s testicles and the juncture of his thigh. Vaughn’s abdomen jerked as he sucked in his breath, and his thighs quivered. Flint continued to root around there, nearly driving Vaughn crazy with his need to have that mouth surrounding his penis again.

  Gently, Flint sucked first one of Vaughn’s nuts into the heat of his mouth, then the other, rubbing them with his tongue until it seemed as though the testicles were being brushed with soft, glowing flames. Flint’s hair felt cool when it brushed over his skin, providing a sensual contrast to the smoldering heat trapped within Vaughn’s upper thighs. When Flint let Vaughn’s balls sag out from between his slavering lips, he pressed his mouth instead against Vaughn’s perineum, his lips cushioning the pressure of his teeth as he orally massaged the thick taproot of Vaughn’s cock where its blood-engorged tissues swelled out at the base of his balls. Vaughn’s fingers ran restlessly over the Texan’s broad, brown shoulders.

  He closed his eyes, fighting the urge to thrust up at Flint when Flint rose and enveloped Vaughn’s turgid meat with his lips. Vaughn’s fingers combed through his cocksucker’s silky black hair, then they moved down over the stubble-rough sides of his face. Vaughn felt his cock lurch against Flint’s cheek from the inside of his mouth. His hands slid down over Flint’s neck, then once again onto his muscular shoulders. Vaughn tried to urge the other man away from his cock, but Flint wouldn’t release it.

  Wanting to give his lover as much pleasure as Flint was giving him, Vaughn twisted himself around awkwardly on the bed until he was lying partly on his side, with his knees doubled around Flint’s neck, and Vaughn’s head resting against Flint’s thigh. For a moment Vaughn merely lay there and marveled at the size of the other man’s testicles as they shifted slightly within their hairy brown sac. Then he twisted his neck a little more and took Flint’s cock head between his moist, parted lips. Flint’s cock and balls, and the furry cleft of his ass, always had a slightly musky scent about them when he got excited. He was excited then, and Vaughn began to salivate in response to his first whiff of his bedmate’s natural masculine body fragrance. Fluttering his tongue over the dark purple skin of the Texan stud’s satin-smooth glans, Vaughn inched his mouth down around the spongy-hard shaft of his fuck buddy’s prick.

  Groaning around his own mouthful of cock, Flint quivered as Vaughn let the head of his heavy ramrod push into his own throat. And then the two naked men began, at the same moment, to drive their erections into each other’s mouths, quickly establishing a steady seesaw rhythm. As they sucked each other, Vaughn couldn’t help but fantasize that their cocks were somehow connected within their bodies, so perfectly were the two large, inflexible fuck tools synchronized.

  With one hand Vaughn caressed the hard, bunching slope of Flint’s lean buttocks, his fingers gliding into the lightly furred cleft of his ass. Flint turned toward Vaughn a little more, one of his legs rising over Vaughn’s head to clamp gently around his neck, and at the same time he pushed his cock deeper into Vaughn’s mouth. Simultaneously, Vaughn’s fingertip grazed the puckered ring of muscle guarding Flint’s anus. Flint jerked a little in response to the unexpected pressure, but he didn’t falter in the steady suction his mouth was applying to Vaughn’s pulsing organ. Exerting a firmer pressure, Vaughn burrowed his finger into the unresisting sphincter. When he had pushed his finger into Flint as far as it would go, he pulled back slowly, then he eased his finger forward once more—probing and twisting it about within him, until he could feel the impact of the fingertip against his prostate. Then Vaughn held his finger motionless inside him.

  With Flint’s muscular, hairy thighs locked tightly around Vaughn’s head and compressing his ears, Vaughn could hear the surge of his own blood rushing through his body. It seemed to be racing straight into the head of his throbbing cock. And he knew the same must be true of Flint. The swollen bulb of Flint’s glans was so engorged with blood, so taut, so hot, that Vaughn half expected it to sear the inside of his mouth and the lining of his throat. When Vaughn felt himself tensing in preparation for the onslaught of his ejaculation, he began to move his finger again, massaging Flint’s prostate.

  For a moment, Flint’s body tightened into an absolute rigidity, the muscles knotting up as densely as if they had been carved from wood. Then the floodgates surged open deep within him, and Vaughn felt his throat being whitewashed with the thick outpouring of his sperm. The heat of it splashing against Vaughn’s throat was enough to trigger his own discharge. Vaughn’s cock foamed against the hot, moist membrane of Flint’s palate and tongue. The spasms of the two men’s mutual outpourings combined to ram their cocks deep into each other’s throats. They heaved together like one convulsing and sweaty body. Although Vaughn wanted to swallow as much of Flint’s cum as he could, the surplus was running out of the corners of his mouth. Each time Vaughn gulped down another wad of his partner’s molten seed, his own cock squirted into Flint’s mouth.

  Vaughn had been looking forward to that moment. But he hadn’t expected that they’d come in such abundance, or that their orgasms would be so obviously intense.

  Chapter Ten: Roped and Ridden

  With the greatest reluctance, the two ranch hands released each other’s dicks. Flint rolled onto his back, and Vaughn lay beside him with his head cushioned on the firmness of the other man’s thigh. Vaughn’s nose was still filled with the pungent fragrance of Flint’s perspiring flesh. Vaughn’s own skin felt hot and wet with sweat, and despite the fact that it was comfortably warm there in the bedroom, he shivered a little.

  After a moment, when Flint felt Vaughn shivering against him, he stirred, reached over, and pulled Vaughn closer to him. He slid one arm under Vaughn’s neck and drew him toward him so that Vaughn’s head was nestled against his shoulder and the rise of his chest. Vaughn slipped his hand down Flint’s torso to his abdomen, bypassing his softening cock, then Vaughn gently closed his fingers around the soft, flexible mass of Flint’s balls. As Vaughn toyed with them, he could feel as well as hear Flint’s breath stirring through his disheveled hair just above his ear.

  “Um, that was hot,” Flint whispered. “I can never decide which I like better. Sucking your cock or swallowing your cum. I guess if I had to choose I’d go for the second one. I like going down on you, buddy. But I love swallowing your cum. It always feels and tastes like a raw oyster sliding down my throat.”

  “Yours always tastes good, too. And you’re not stingy about giving it to me.”

  “When I was a kid my folks always told me how important it was to share when I played with other boys. I don’t think they meant it in quite this way, but the habit’s stuck. Let me know when you’re ready for round two.”

  “I’m just about ready now. You’ve gotten me so hot, I feel as though I could pop my wad again any second. But give me a minute to cool down.”

  Sex with Flint was almost invariably a double or even a triple feature. He could get it up, keep it up, and climax more than once all without any apparent difficulty. There was nothing wrong with Vaughn’s libido, either, and Flint usually had quite an energizing effect on him. Often, Flint’s ability to coax multiple ejaculations out of Vaughn took him pleasantly by surprise.

  Vaughn raised his head until he could see Flint’s brown eyes studying him in the dim light of the room. When Flint pressed his mouth against Vaughn’s, Vaughn parted his lips, and his fuck buddy’s tongue felt very warm and smooth as it glided inside his mouth. Both of them were still very erect. It was definitely time to begin round two.

  They rolled back and forth on the bed. They wrestled, grappling together, each man enjoying the strength of the other man’s naked body.

  “Hold still, fucker,” Flint growled.

  “Why should I?”

  “How do you expect me to have sex with you if you keep squirming around like that?” />
  “You’re a smart guy. You should be able to figure out a way.”

  “Lie still and let me work on you.”

  “Make me.”

  “Oh, you want to play around, do you?” Flint asked. “You want to make me earn it?”

  “I just want to find out which of us is going to be the boss,” Vaughn retorted. “Which of us is going to be in charge of the fuck this time, and give the other one his orders.”

  “Listen, buddy,” Flint told him. “You may think you’re hot shit at work out there on the range. But I call the shots when it’s just you and me, here between the sheets.”

  “Oh, you think so? Prove it. Let’s see you boss me around—if you’re man enough, which I doubt,” Vaughn challenged him.

  “Bitch, I’m going to make you beg for it before I’m done with you!”

  “Promises, promises. Talk is cheap, big guy. Let’s see some action.”

  “You asked for it, fucker!” Flint forestalled any further conversation, at least for the time being, by treating Vaughn to another deep, open-mouthed kiss.

  When he pulled back from the kiss, Flint held Vaughn’s face just inches away from his lips. “Damn, you’re a good kisser. One of the best I’ve ever had.” His voice sounded strangely husky. “Hey, you know something? Since you’re feeling so cocky, we could try something different this time, if you want to.”

  “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind exactly?”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  Vaughn’s cock lurched against Flint’s thigh, and Vaughn opened his eyes a little wider to stare up at him. He’d taken Vaughn by surprise, not only because the two of them had just finished a rather intense sixty-nine, but because in the two months Vaughn had known Flint, not once had the other stud permitted Vaughn to fuck him. Every time their sexual relations had progressed beyond fellatio, it had been Vaughn who ended up quite willingly lying on his stomach with Flint on top of him and Flint’s big, hard cock sliding in and out of his ass. That was no problem, because—as Vaughn would be the first one to admit—he loved to get fucked. He had assumed that his ranch hand fuck buddy was strictly a top, and so he hadn’t pressed the point, despite his very real desire to screw Flint, if only as a change of pace. Now Flint was giving Vaughn the chance to do what he’d fantasized about all along. Vaughn needed a moment to prepare himself mentally for it. And physically, he wasn’t sure he could manage to sustain a second erection quite so soon after having climaxed with the other man. A cock didn’t have to remain fully hard in order to be pleasurable to suck. Fucking, on the other hand, required a certain degree of prolonged rigidity.