“You okay?”
“Fine.”
He gave me a crooked smile. “Been a long day. Want to go to bed? To sleep, I mean? We’ll have a longer day tomorrow, getting hay out to all those cows.”
“Yeah. Maybe. Good thought.” I headed to the bedroom and he followed along. We each used the john, washed up well, changed into sweats and T-shirts. Austin started to walk around the bed to his side. No butt-wiggle, no sexy side-eye.He’s not Miguel.I stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“What?”
I swallowed half a dozen starts. What I really wanted was… “Suck me?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He grinned. “Want me on my knees?”
My throat went Sahara-dry. I nodded. Austin dropped a pillow off the bed and knelt on it. He gazed up at me, all bright blue eyes and eagerness. “You want me to stop, you just say so.”
“Shouldn’t that be me, saying those words to you?”
“You’re the one who’s spooked, but okay. If I tap your thigh three times, you pull out.”
“I will.”
Austin grabbed the waistbands of my sweats and underwear together and pulled them down. My cock bobbed free, half hard and rapidly rising from the nest of my pubes. He left my clothes at my thighs, trapping my legs together, and rubbed his face on my generous treasure trail. His cheek felt cool against my heated skin.
“I’m kind of hairy,” I apologized. Miguel hadn’t been a fan, but the ranch wasn’t a place for more than minimal manscaping. I kept things tidy, but I wasn’t going to wax. Miguel’s chest had been naturally hairless, smooth brown, with small dark nipples, where I had dense blond curls, a scar from a pitchfork encounter, and random freckles and moles.
Austin didn’t seem to care, though. He nuzzled into my groin. “I love how you smell here. So good.”
“Got a thing for sweat?” I couldn’t resist putting my hands on his head. That black hair was as silky as I remembered.
“Yours, yeah. Honest sweat and musk of a man. Love it.” He inhaled and ran the light stubble of his cheek along my shaft.
“Gonna suck it, or scratch it?” His teasing shortened my breath and blasted heat through me, but I tried to seem chill.
“Suck. Sure.”
Austin started slowly, taking just the head into his mouth, licking and teasing me. God, that felt incredible. I’d almost forgotten how much I loved the heat of a man’s mouth on my dick.
I figured out pretty quick that Austin might not be a beginner, but he probably hadn’t gone on his knees for a man often. He fumbled, then bobbed too deep, coughed, and had to back off, his cheeks red.
“I’m pretty big,” I told him. “You don’t gotta deep-throat me. Use your hand on the bottom half and suck on the head. I like that.”
“I know!” Austin snapped, but he wrapped his fingers around my shaft like I told him and went back to sucking eagerly, wet enough that the spit ran down my cock. He used the lubrication to begin jacking me, working his hand and mouth together.
I stroked the hollow of his cheek, and he moaned at my touch. “Good job,” I told him. Better than good. So hot my knees might not hold me for long. “Good boy.”
He pulled off and threw a wild, wide-eyed look up at me. “Don’t call me boy. Please?”
“Sure.” Fuck, I hadn’t meant to trigger anything. “Sorry.”
“S’okay.” Austin went back to trying to suck my brains out my dick. He got a C-plus for technique, butdamn, he got an A for effort. I leaned my shoulder on the wall to stay upright and cupped his head between my palms, not forcing anything, just holding him steady.
“Pull my hair,” he mumbled around my cock. “Wanna feel it.”
Pulling was tricky with the short length he wore, but I’d do whatever Austin wanted. I managed to thread my fingers into the back and tug. He moaned and the vibration made me shiver. My cock twitched eagerly and I clenched my teeth not to come yet. “Fuck. Holy fuck.”
Austin raised his head to wipe his chin with the back of his hand and gave me a smile so wide and happy I couldn’t help grinning back. I palmed his cheek, slipped my thumb in his mouth, and he suckled eagerly.
“Don’t worry about sloppy and wet,” I told him. “Part of the fun. Can you go faster?”
