“Every guy I’ve ever been with,” Sully groused.“I guess the fellas you find on those dating apps are all size queens.”
“Not me, baby,” Dean cooed, eagerly savoring the feel of Sully’s veiny shaft in his trembling little hand.“And even if I was?Yours is just.Perfect.”
Sully smirked, thrusting gently.“Keep talking, pretty boy,” he practically grunted.“I almost believe you.”
“I would,” Dean gushed, hand reaching all the way to the fat, purple tip as his efforts squeezed out a fresh drop of clear precum.“But you’ve got me all speechless.”
That much was true.Dean was on sex overload.Not only had he just literally (almost) come buckets all over his still sticky, dripping, jizz-splattered chest, but here he was, naked and face to face with the sexiest damn country boy in all of Clay County.And not just that, but with his dick in Dean’s hand, soft and pretty and smooth and veiny, glistening from Dean’s efforts as he gently stroked it as if handling the finest spun glass.
“Damn, boy,” Sully grunted, body all aquiver as every sinew and tendon stood on high alert.“You sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Only to myself,” Dean admitted, winking up at Sully’s chiseled, sweaty face.“But real talk?I never do it this slow.And I never last this long.”
“Keep that up,” Sully grunted, gasping with a hitch in his throat.“And I won’t, either.”
“Good,” Dean teased, mimicking Sully’s dirty talk from earlier that night.“I can’t wait to see you come all over your chest and belly.”
Sully grinned, smile as wide as a country mile and just as easy on the eyes.“Now that you mention it,” he grunted, still struggling to control himself in Dean’s soft, gentle grip.“I was hoping to come all over yours?”
Dean’s hand froze, midway up Sully’s glistening cock.“How’s that?”he asked, more than eager but slightly dubious.
Sully nodded at Dean’s sticky chest and wet belly, his own cum still drizzling down his naked torso.“I mean, why let all that natural lube go to waste, right?”
Dean squeezed the cock in his hand, as if it might help him understand.Sully must have seen the questioning look in his startled eyes, chuckling that slow, lazy, country boy laugh of his.“Much as I’m enjoying your pretty little hand all over my hog,” Sully sighed, wriggling free of Dean’s admittedly loose grip.“I thought, if you’d care to assume the position, I’d rub myself all over that sticky little body of yours until, well...”
Dean gulped, feeling the press of Sully’s big hands on either shoulder as, gently, he moved him back into position.“Jesus, that...have you ever done that before?”
Sully merely shook his head, following him as the small of Dean’s back pressed against the counter behind him.“Never had much time to think of extra stuff before,” he insisted, grabbing the counter on either side of Dean’s waist as gently, he pressed his swollen cock against the soft, pliant flesh of Dean’s belly.
He gasped, the surge of manhood tender and hot against his stomach as, gently, the cock turned upward, gliding as Sully had predicted through the copious icing that covered Dean’s still trembling torso.“Oh,” Dean gasped, feeling the slither and grind of another man’s cock glide across his virgin flesh.“Oh, that ...that’s good.”
“Youthink it’s good?”Sully grunted, voice higher than usual, faster and more urgent.“How do you think it feels for me?”
“Show me,” Dean insisted, relaxing and going limp as he sagged against the counter and made his body a plaything for Sully’s obvious pleasure.“Show me how good it feels to you, Sully.”
Sully seemed to flinch at the sound of his name, smiling as he did just that.“Careful what you wish for, kid,” he grunted, pressing greedy lips down on the top of Dean’s head and peppering his sweaty blond stubble with fast, feverish kisses as his thrusts grew more insistent, digging erotically into Dean’s yielding flesh as he ground his sticky cock against Dean’s even stickier torso.
Dean instinctively reached out to cling to Sully’s hard, taut waist, peering up into his lover’s half-lidded eyes as he used Dean’s flesh for his own satisfaction.The thrusts grew more intense, more luxurious, more liquid and loud, the squishy sound of flesh on flesh filling the tiny kitchen as much as the scent of sex and sweat and manly, meaty musk.Dean’s fingers dug into Sully’s flesh, taut and hard, like the five-inch cock using his plushy belly like a pussy, gliding up and down until the flesh in Dean’s clutches tensed and froze.
“Fuck!”Sully spat, and his mouth wasn’t the only one doing the spitting.His cock spurt, throbbing and jutting against Dean’s flesh as thick ropes of increasingly hot spunk splattered his already coated chest.So intense were they that Sully’s jizz splattered his chin, high enough so that one dart of Dean’s greedy tongue could seize a drop of seed and suck it dry, salty and tangy and sweet as his own had been only moments earlier.
Sully’s thick cock pulsed until it softened and, panting, he bent his face once more to spready butterfly kisses all over Dean’s head.They were warm and gushing, soft and feathery, more flattering and sincere than a thousand pricey gift cards or bouquets of flowers.In that moment, sweaty and sticky, panting and moaning softly, a complete stranger showed Dean more affection than, well, pretty much anyone ever had.No wonder his hands shot out, slithering around Sully’s narrow waist to pull him closer.Sully let out a little gasp of surprise and then did the same, clutching Dean up in a cowboy worthy bear hug that, oh, so pleasantly squeezed the life right out of him.
They sagged against one another, panting, sighing, silent, save for the pounding of their battering hearts.In time they righted themselves, reaching awkwardly for the clothing they’d scattered hither and yon around the kitchen.Dean’s shirt clung, sticky and clotted, to his still panting chest.“Is there a laundromat around here anywhere?”he asked, watching Sully slither long arms back into his robe.“Because I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”
“Not to worry,” Sully grunted, tying the sash and reaching for the door.“I’ll have something presentable for you to wear tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”Dean watched him unlock the door with a mounting sense of dread.
Sully playfully slapped his own forehead with one hand, cinching the robe with the other.“Sorry, today.This morning.Whatever.”
“How?Where, I mean ...are there even stores here?”
Sully chuckled.“It’s Pistol Creek, Jesus, not the Mojave Desert.Yes, we have stores.I have a store, matter of fact.I’ll get you something cool, honest.”
“Cool?”Dean was just stalling, afraid of what Sully’s hand might do as it reached for the back door again.
“Literally cool.Those ghost tours get hot, kid.”
