Page 37 of Bales and Brawn

“How was my first attempt at a date?” I ask as I drive us back to the farm.

“Very good,” Devin replies. “Not that I have many to compare it with.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I laugh and he chuckles.

I pull into the yard and Devin turns to me.

“Do you want to come over to my place? It’s not fancy but it’s comfortable.”

“It doesn’t even have running water,” I reply

“Maybe I should take that up with the owner.” He smirks.

“I’ve heard he can be a stern guy,” I chuckle.

“I know he has a softer side,” he says, and I get a tingle all over my skin.

“Yes, I’d like to see your place,” I say and climb out of my truck. I follow him over to the barn and up the stairs. Once I’m through the door, my nerves are back. I’ve faced down bears and more than one rattlesnake, but this . . . this is scary.

I walk awkwardly round the room and then to the window where I stare out at the farmhouse. Devin puts on some music and comes over.

“Would you like to dance with me? It’ll help you relax.”

“That obvious, huh?” I ask and he smiles.

“A little.”

“I don’t know how to dance,” I say, but he pulls me close and starts moving. It’s easy to follow and I start to find some rhythm.

“Better?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper and lean down to kiss him. It’s soft and without urgency, and we keep moving, swaying to the country songs he’s selected.

“Can I take your shirt off?” he says softly, and I nod. He slowly undoes the buttons, his fingers slipping over my skin until my chest is revealed. I have a smattering of hair and he runs his fingers over it.

“I like this,” he murmurs and goosebumps run along my skin.

“Do you have hair?”

“What do you think?” He grins, and I desperately want to find out. I tug at his T-shirt and he lifts his arms as I pull it off over his head. Across his chest is a thick mat of black hair, which extends down across his stomach and disappears into the waistband of his jeans, teasingly promising more dark hair further down.

“Wow,” I say and touch his chest. I want to do more than that. I want to feel it on my face. I walk him backwards to the bed and push him down so he’s sitting. I kneel and rub my face in his hair, kissing him, and he leans back as I explore. My lips find a nipple and I lick it, take it between my teeth and tug. He groans filthily and my cock fills, pushing against the zip of my jeans. I move to the other side and nip at the other one until he groans again.

“Fuck, Zane, that’s good.”

“I want to see where this goes.” I slip a finger into his waistband. He doesn’t waste any time, he just toes off his boots and unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down to reveal a thick cock jutting out of a nest of jet-black hair. I’ve never seen anyone’s cock outside of my own family, but his looks impressive.

“Holy wow!” I say, and he grins.

“Your turn.”

I stand and pull off my boots. Then I unzip my jeans, sighing with relief as I release my cock from where it was uncomfortable. He’s still sitting on the bed and my cock is level with his face.

“Not as big as yours,” I say, feeling a little embarrassed.

“It’s not a size contest. It looks pretty perfect to me.” He grabs a hip and pulls me forward, and I only realize what he’s going to do a split second before his mouth engulfs the head. The wet heat of his mouth sends shudders through me, and I look down at his glistening lips stretched around me as his tongue runs up and down.

“Fuck.” It comes out in a breathy whisper that spurs him on, and his head bobs up and down. It’s the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced, and my knees feel weak. I take another look down and see he’s palming his own cock. It’s a beautiful sight. He keeps up the perfect pressure, and I tangle my fingers in his hair as he takes me deeper, his beard scratching against my thighs and my balls. I dig my fingers in, holding on to his head as I can’t move, I can’t even think, I just exist in this moment with his mouth working my cock. My balls draw up and I know I’m close. My thighs shake, and he grips my hip harder, his own hand speeding up as my orgasm barrels through me, and I cry out. He doesn’t stop, and I feel him jerk as he comes too.