Falling Behind

The boys have barely dried off after their hot, leisurely shower before they find themselves tumbling out of the motel bathroom and wrestling their way toward the bed.

It’s always a contest to see who will end up on top, putting his dick wherever or his mouth wherever, setting the pace for that round of lovemaking.

This time Jack wins, pushing Ennis onto his back on the bed. Ennis lies there in mock helplessness as Jack prepares to have his way with him. Jack lies down on the other man, his hairy chest bearing heavily on Ennis’s as their erections meet in a damp cushion of blond pubic hair.

Jack pulls back, gets up on his haunches and thrusts Ennis’s legs in the air, more rapidly and energetically than usual. Ennis’s eyes open wide as his feet almost hit the wall above the bed. The horny ranch hand hopes Jack will lick his balls, which for months have been aching for proper release, and then maybe fuck the hell out of him.

Instead Jack’s face plunges between the blond’s butt cheeks, his warm tongue darting in search of Ennis’s asshole.

Ennis jumps in surprise.

“Jack, what the fuck?”

But Jack has him pinned down and looks up with a wet grin.

“Ya like that, Ennis, don’t ya?”

Ennis nods his shocked affirmation. It has never occurred to him in his wildest dreams—and lord knows they have gotten wilder since he first met Jack—that there is such a thing as this… someone’s mouth there? Jesus christ, is there no end to Jack’s perversions?

He wonders how Jack knows about this sort of thing. Does he simply invent something every time he makes that long trip from Texas? Remembering that one time when Jack had driven up wearing just his trademark smile, black hat and a jockstrap, Ennis can imagine Jack driving without pants on, one hand on the wheel and the other stroking his boner as he thinks of this or that to try with his man. Yes, Jack certainly is capable of devising this type of surprise.

But on the other hand… Ennis realizes he really doesn’t want to know, just in case… well, in case there is something he doesn’t want to know about. Do those Mexican fellows Ennis has vaguely heard about do this? Has his lover been to Mexico? The border’s pretty far from Childress, but still… Jack’s on the road a lot. Ennis vows he will ask Jack some day. But he sure as hell isn’t going to interrupt this… it feels so goddamned good!

Jack’s mustache tickles Ennis’s crack as he licks up and down, up and down between those muscular, white cheeks. Ennis squirms and groans.

“Jesus fuck, Jack… oh shit… ”

“Ummm,” Jack looks up to say, “ya taste mighty fine, friend. Guess I’ll have ta give ya a little treat for that, won’t I?”

This ain’t a treat? Ennis thinks, wondering what else Jack could possibly have in mind.

Jack gets back to work on his man’s ass, and soon Ennis feels that talented tongue probing right at his rosy hole, that big, dark mustache tickling all the while right through the damp, blond curls that ring the opening. Jack pushes and pushes, slowly slipping his tongue into the quivering entrance as Ennis bucks into his face.

Having Jack eat his ass has brought Ennis to a state of helpless ecstasy.

Finally he breathlessly whispers what Jack wants to hear. “Fuck me, Jack… please… fuck… me. Jesus, stick that… stick that tongue in there an’ fuck me!” By now Ennis is rubbing his hands all over his own body, massaging his groin through the thick forest of curls, squeezing his tight scrotum, clutching at the hair on his chest, twisting his erect nipples. He hasn’t even touched his dick, but it is dripping all over him.

Jack alternates between licking and pushing as Ennis wills his anus to relax. Suddenly he feels the brushy hair above Jack’s lip full against his asshole as the other man’s tongue forces its way right into his hot passage.

As Jack tongue-fucks him, stroking the smooth membrane of his hole, Ennis’s cock rages, flinging drops of precum hither and yon. His scrotum tightens more than it ever has before, so his big balls darned near disappear, and he feels the hot rush of juices in his groin.

Having Jack’s mouth in his ass is such a wonderful, unexpected sensation that Ennis doesn’t even need to touch his cock. He feels the tip of Jack’s persistent tongue and that big mustache right there in his ass crack, and with a cry he arches up off the bed, ejaculating a hot load of cum right onto his own face.

Jack lowers Ennis’s legs and clambers over his lover, lowers his face to Ennis’s and slowly, sensuously laps up every drop of his man’s earthy semen from that smooth cheek. He moves his mouth to Ennis’s, and as their lips part, as their tongues begin their slippery dance, Ennis shivers with delight at the mingling of his fresh sperm and the wonderful taste of his own sweet ass.