Looking rather serious, Flint released Vaughn and rolled away, onto his stomach. He folded his arms under his head to create an improvised pillow, and he looked over at Vaughn, expectantly. He must’ve known that Vaughn had always wanted him to reciprocate by offering Vaughn his own ass, and tonight for some reason he was willing to make the sacrifice.
“Come on,” he invited Vaughn. “Let’s get a move on. Put it in me before I change my mind.”
“You aren’t a virgin, are you?” Vaughn asked. “Back there, I mean. You have been fucked before, haven’t you?”
“A few times,” Flint admitted. “Usually, it hurt a little. And those guys weren’t hung as big as you are. You’re going to have to go easy at first—okay?”
“Sure.”
“Well, then let’s get down to it while I’m still in the mood.”
The muscles of Vaughn’s arms and legs still felt slack in the aftermath of his orgasm, but he roused himself, pushed himself up, and leaned over Flint. Hesitantly—as though the other man might flinch or recoil from his touch—Vaughn stroked his thighs, his fingers lightly grazing the moist coating of hair on his heated flesh. Flint’s lean buttocks quivered slightly as Vaughn eased his hands onto the twin mounds. Filling his palms with their firmness, Vaughn massaged the cheeks of that ass, not yet daring to let his fingertips stray into the darker valley that split them into two almost perfect spheres.
“Wait,” Flint gasped abruptly. He punctuated the monosyllable with a sharp, nervous-sounding intake of breath.
“What’s the matter? You having second thoughts?” Vaughn hoped not. Now that the idea of plowing Flint’s ass had been put into his head, he knew he would be terribly disappointed if his buddy backed out now.
“No. I’m having additional thoughts.”
“Huh?”
“Maybe there’s a way we can make it a little more exciting.”
“You’ve already got me pretty worked up,” Vaughn pointed out. “What exactly have you got in mind that could possibly bring it up a notch?”
“Tie me down.”
“Wow. I hadn’t thought of that.”
“You’re not the only one who likes a little kink. Come on, Vaughn. Tie me down on the bed so I can’t move. Then get on top of me and fuck the hell out of my ass.”
“What’ll I use?”
“You got plenty of rope around here, don’t you?”
“Yeah. Hold on.”
The ranch hands always maintained their own personal stock of rope in assorted thicknesses and grades. Rope was one of the essential tools of their trade.
Vaughn hopped off the bed and went to his closet. Returning with a coil of lightweight, flexible rope, he found a pocket knife as well.
Flint was still lying motionless on the bed, belly down. Now, he spread his arms and legs in a wide X pattern. He reached out and grasped two of the uprights of the metal headboard. He thrust his big feet through the shorter uprights of the footboard.
Vaughn quickly cut four approximately equal lengths of the rope and used them to bind Flint’s wrists and ankles to the head and foot of the bed.
“How’s that feel?” he asked.
“Good,” Flint said, his voice muffled by the way he had his head turned to one side and his face pressed against the mattress. “It feels kind of wild. Scary and sexy, both at the same time. You know?”
“Yeah, I know. Been there, done that,” Vaughn admitted with relish. “Can you move?”
Flint strained his arms and legs by way of experiment. His bonds allowed him virtually no play of movement. “Not much,” he reported.
Vaughn sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his naked captive.
“Looks like I can help myself to that hole of yours, any time I please.” As he spoke, he placed his hand on the small of Flint’s back. Rubbing the indentation lightly, Vaughn slowly slid his palm downward. It passed over Flint’s coccyx and began to ascend the twin hillocks of the cowboy’s bare and vulnerable upturned butt.
“You’d better help yourself to it soon,” Flint retorted in a gruff voice. “I’m getting horny. My goddamn dick is as hard as a rock, and it’s rubbing against the bed.”
“Mine’s hard, too.” Vaughn spoke in a soft, insinuating whisper which was almost a purr. “It’s good and ready.”
“Get on with it, then. Put it in me.”
“Not yet. I think I’ll play with your ass for a while, first. Get it nice and warmed up for me. Get you really hot and bothered. Maybe I’ll make you beg for it, big guy. Yeah, maybe I’ll make you beg for my cock.”
“You son-of-a-bitch.”
“Not a nice way to talk. And not a smart way to talk to a guy who’s got you tied down.”
“You—” Flint seemed about to hurl an additional insult at Vaughn, but apparently he thought better of it.
He fell silent except for his steadily accelerating respiration. Vaughn took advantage of Flint’s passivity. He fondled Flint’s muscular ass cheeks, which twitched and clenched in response to his touch.
“Yeah, nice ass,” Vaughn murmured, in that same hushed, silken tone of voice he had used before. “Real firm. And it’s got that pretty little pink hole tucked away in there between the cheeks. It’s sort of winking at me. Practically inviting me to get in there and give it a good stretching.”
Then, still caressing Flint’s backside, Vaughn moved on the bed, assuming a position on his knees between Flint’s widespread thighs. Vaughn stuck two of his fingers inside his mouth to wet them with his saliva, then bending closer to the muscular temptation of Flint’s buttocks, he pressed his fingertips carefully into the warm furrow of his ass. Vaughn’s fingertips parted the light growth of hair and traced the circle of the anal pucker. He could feel the sphincter tense and resist in response to his touch, but he persisted, and he gently pushed his fingers inside the other man’s body.
After playing with Flint’s ass for a few minutes, Vaughn eased his fingers back out of the hole. He grabbed a condom packet from the nightstand, tore the foil open and tossed it aside. Then he unrolled the rubber down over his dick, sheathing it in the protective latex from its tip to its base. Vaughn was always careful to practice safe sex when it came to fucking. Next, he squeezed a generous blob of gel lubricant from the tube he also kept on the nightstand, and coated the latex with the slippery fluid.
With his left arm thrust out straight, his hand pressed flat against the mattress to steady himself and keep his weight off Flint, Vaughn moved up into position. He guided the head of his prick into the crease between his fuck buddy’s buttocks, using his right hand to center his cock against the target of Flint’s pucker at the proper angle for penetration.
Flint tensed beneath him, the ring of muscle guarding his ass closing like the eye of a camera’s shutter. Vaughn’s stomach muscles were jerking with the effort it cost him to hold himself back. All of his instincts urged him to thrust, and to thrust hard. When he felt Flint relax once more, Vaughn let him feel a little pressure, and once again his sphincter snapped tight. Then, little by little, Flint seemed to lose his fear of being fucked. Without hurting him any more than was necessary, Vaughn applied a steady pressure against his anus. With a patience he hadn’t thought himself capable of exercising, Vaughn let his weight slowly force the knob of his cock into the rubbery constriction of the other man’s rectum. Flint groaned a little, but Vaughn could tell he was trying hard not to clamp down on Vaughn’s cock. Once the head of Vaughn’s prick was lodged inside him, Vaughn paused to give him a chance to get used to the stretching and the pressure.
“Do you still want to get fucked?” Vaughn asked. “It’s not too late to back out, you know.”
“Do it,” Flint gasped. “Push it all the way in!”
Once more Vaughn leaned into him. His cock slid slowly and very hotly into Flint until Vaughn felt the hair at the base of his shaft compressed against Flint’s buttocks. Carefully, he let his entire weight down onto the other man
. He pressed his abdomen against the small of Flint’s back and he rubbed his chest over the smoothness of Flint’s shoulder blades. Just below the disheveled hair at the nape of Flint’s neck, Vaughn kissed the velvet of his skin as he slid his palms onto Flint’s shoulders. Vaughn could feel the slow and delicious heat of the ass hole radiating up into his groin through the conduit of his cock. Kissing the back of Flint’s neck and massaging the curves of his muscular shoulders, Vaughn lay on top of him for some time, hoping that Flint wasn’t being hurt by the bulk of Vaughn’s member embedded deep inside him.
“Are you ready for me to start fucking you now?” Vaughn asked Flint.
“Yeah. Go ahead. Go for it! Fuck me!”
When Vaughn began to move, Flint shuddered. Vaughn kept his thrusts and withdrawals slow at first, reveling in the feeling of the hot channel sucking at his cock. The outer ring of Flint’s sphincter pushed outward as Vaughn retreated, but then contracted inward with each slow thrust Vaughn made into him. Since Vaughn had already come once that evening, he knew he could make love to his hot-assed partner for a long time without climaxing again.
After he must have grown used to the feel of Vaughn’s cock within him, Flint began to rotate his buttocks in a sensuous circle, causing Vaughn’s probing rod to stir within him, slipping into places Vaughn hadn’t reached yet. It also created a kind of gentle milking motion along the embedded shaft of Vaughn’s cock. Feeling Flint’s butthole churn beneath him was even more stimulating for Vaughn than stroking his dick into him. In an effort to control the sensations coursing through his body, Vaughn relaxed above Flint, letting him keep up the grinding motion with his hips while Vaughn nibbled at his neck and shoulder with his lips.
Little by little, Flint began to increase the pace of his motions. When Vaughn resumed his own thrusts and withdrawals at the increased tempo, Flint raised himself up on his elbows and began to meet his every plunge into him with a muscular backward motion of his hips. Vaughn’s cock bent at the middle, then straightened and shot into his ass with jarring force. They both began to sweat as the speed of their lovemaking accelerated.
Flint groaned gutturally, heaving himself back against the impalement, twisting from side-to-side to send Vaughn’s burning erection into him from a new angle. Each time Vaughn drew back from him the pucker of his ass hole drew itself closed around the retreating shaft, narrowing the channel into which Vaughn would immediately thrust once more. And each time Vaughn plowed into him, Flint groaned, his whole body shuddering. Vaughn’s belly had grown slippery with sweat against Flint’s back as Vaughn continued to ride him, sliding slickly in to hesitate a fraction of a second while his cock head throbbed within him and Vaughn’s hipbones depressed the convex mounds of his buttocks.
Vaughn watched as the whole time he was being fucked, Flint tightened his arm and leg muscles, straining against his bonds, trying to free his wrists and ankles from the ropes.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Vaughn taunted. “You ain’t going nowhere, boy. Your hole belongs to me.”
“Bastard,” Flint gasped.
“You like it rough, don’t you? You like being tied down and having your ass plowed, huh?”
“Aw, shut up and fuck. You got me where you want me. Now nail my goddamn butt!”
Vaughn fucked his helpless buddy for a long time. At last, though, he felt his cum pressure rising to a peak within his loins.
“Oh, shit. Can’t hold it back. I’m going to come!” he cried.
“Do it, fucker. Let me have your load.”
Grasping Flint’s shoulders, Vaughn pressed himself into him as deeply as he could, as Vaughn’s breath caught in his throat. Like a cascade of burning gasoline, Vaughn’s orgasm trickled down the entire length of his body, widening into a sheet of liquid flame as it licked his flesh, until he was convulsed from head to foot by the first fiery tremor. The sensation seemed to condense in his groin until it felt like a bolt of pure, sizzling electricity hitting the spot between his ass hole and his balls. The scalding wash of fluid shot out of his cock and into Flint’s ass not as ordinary semen, but as white, molten lightning.
Vaughn fell against him, the spasms racking him no longer subject to his control. Like puppets with too-taut, vibrating strings, their rigid bodies jerked and quivered together. Vaughn’s orgasm flooded the reservoir tip of the condom on his dick and bathed his penis in a soothing wetness inside the constricting latex. His cum seemed to pour out of him in an unending stream. The moan of ecstasy bursting from his lips rose in pitch until he ran out of breath then it faded out in a gasp. Suddenly depleted, Vaughn collapsed on top of the man he’d just fucked, every muscle in his body twitching spasmodically. Choking and gasping like a long distance runner who had just finished a race, Vaughn gathered enough energy to lift himself from the clasp of Flint’s ass and roll heavily onto his back beside him on the rumpled bed.
When Vaughn had caught his breath, he rolled onto his side toward Flint and covered his unshaven face with kisses. Perhaps it was merely the fact that it’d been Vaughn’s first time to fuck his buddy, but it had been one of the best orgasms he’d enjoyed in a long time.
“That was one hell of a hot fuck,” Vaughn whispered, his lips brushing the rough beard stubble on Flint’s cheek.
“It sure was. You can cut me loose now.”
“Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just leave you there, tied up, all night long. I may want to get in there again.”
“Quit fucking around. Cut me loose.”
“Oh, all right.” Vaughn gave Flint a smart slap on his bare ass before he retrieved his pocket knife and severed Flint’s bonds.
Flint sat up on the bed, rubbing his wrists.
“All right?” Vaughn asked.
“I’ll survive.”
“Did you like it?”
“I liked it just fine. Don’t you start getting any funny ideas, though. About me being your bitch on a regular basis,” Flint warned, sounding a bit sullen.
“I like it both ways. Top and bottom. I bet if you gave it a chance, you’d learn to like it, too.”
“You seem to have picked up a few tricks from the other guys you’ve been fooling around with. They must be some kinky, freaky numbers.”
“They’re nice guys,” Vaughn protested. “And you and I have never talked about being—oh, hell, you know. About being exclusive.”
“No, we haven’t.”
“I like you, man, but I can’t see myself having sex with just one man. Not at this point in my life. Maybe later on, I’ll start thinking about settling down.”
“So what you’re saying is—there’s no need for me to start planning a big gay wedding, with a caterer and all the rest of it?”
Flint, Vaughn was relieved to see, was recovering his usual good humor.
“I guess not,” Vaughn agreed.
“That’s a relief, actually. I’ve been married, remember? And it sucked.”
Vaughn felt bold enough to ask his friend a personal question.
“What about it sucked, exactly?”
“Not the sex. My wife was a whore before we were married—”
“Ah, you don’t mean that literally, do you?”
“Sure I mean it literally. She turned tricks. She liked sex. Suck, fuck—hell, she even liked it when I gave it to her up the ass,” Flint bragged. “Maybe all that back door stuff is what turned me gay. Who knows? Anyway, it was all the goddamn nagging I couldn’t put up with. Women! Give me a man any time. At least a guy doesn’t start trying to boss you around after you’re done fucking—usually.”
“No,” Vaughn agreed, lightly. “The bossing around usually comes before the fucking, or during it—if that’s the kind of sex the two guys are into.”
Flint gave him a searching, slightly smug look. “And you like it that way, don’t you? You like it when another man gets a little rough with you.”
“I don’t deny it. But so do you, apparently.”
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��I don’t deny it, either. I like it good enough—as a change of pace.”
“Okay, so neither of us is in denial. We’re both horny, kinky sons-of-bitches, and we admit it.” Vaughn paused. “Don’t go back to your own room tonight. Stay here and sleep with me.”
“All right. But set the alarm so I’ll have time to sneak back to my own place and change my clothes before breakfast.”
“Done.” Vaughn fiddled with the alarm clock on the nightstand. Despite his recognition of the need for discretion, he wasn’t sure he liked all the sneaking around. There were times when the anonymity and openness of gay life in a big city looked desirable—at least in theory and from a distance.
“You like having me in your bed with you, huh?”
“Sure. You come in handy on a chilly night,” Vaughan teased his bedmate. “I do like you, Flint. And not just for sex. If I don’t always come right out and let you know it—well, that’s just the way I am. I’ve never been very good at putting my feelings into words.”
“Yeah, you’re a man of action, like me.”
To Vaughn’s relief, Flint chuckled. They’d succeeded in lightening the mood.
Vaughn felt that a demonstrative gesture was in order. He slipped his arm around Flint’s waist and pulled the other man’s warm naked body firmly against his own nudity.
“Um, you feel nice, tight against me like this,” Vaughn whispered. “I’m glad you decided to pay me a visit tonight. And I’m glad we can sleep together. I do like having you here in bed next to me.”
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