“Sorry,” I gasped.
But he smiled and grabbed my cock by the root, lifting his eyes to meet mine as he opened his lips and engulfed the head in his warm, wet mouth.
Oh, mother of God!
I cried out—a reflex sound of surprise and pleasure—as my eyes widened. I lost myself in Luke’s blue gaze as his talented tongue moved over my glans, slowly, savoring every curve.
I groaned, holding the bars of the bunk for dear life and praying no one else would come to the bunkhouse in the next few seconds. Because that was all it would take. I felt my balls draw tight as Luke wrapped a hand around me and plunged down again.
I tried to stutter a warning as my body took over, but only groaned as I came epically in Luke’s mouth, body jerking, cock spurting endlessly, hands gripping the rail for dear life. My eyes closed as Luke kept going, sucking every last drop from me.
“God, I’m sorry,” I muttered finally, panting, watching my wet cock slide from Luke’s beautiful lips. “I couldn’t help it.” I’d come fast as a fucking teenager and had not given the other man any warning at all.
Luke gazed up at me, a satisfied look on his face, lips gleaming with the remnants of my release, eyes blazing a heat that turned the air in the bunkhouse Arctic cold. He cocked his head to the side. “What are you sorry for, cowboy?”
I blinked at him. My mouth dropped open as Luke wiped semen from his chin, then snaked his tongue out and licked my softening cock from root to tip, making it jerk and quiver.
He stood up slowly, standing in front of me, eyes roaming over me again, and smiled. “I like the way you taste.”
I didn’t know what to do. I was still gripping the frame of the top bunk, my chest moving up and down as my breaths evened out. I wasn’t sure I could let go. That bar was the only thing keeping me upright.
“Oh, fuck yes. Don’t move, cowboy. You look like a goddamn jerk-off fantasy,” Luke said, undoing his pants while I watched. He dug his very hard and erect cock out, gave it a few pulls, and aimed the thing at me.
Suddenly, I gathered my wits and stared right at Luke—in challenge. “Go ahead.”
Luke’s eyes widened. Then the corner of his mouth quirked up.
“Oh, cowboy, I intend to. I’m gonna come all over that belly and cock of yours if it kills me. And it might.”
I groaned again as Luke spit into his hand and gripped himself, stroking and pulling, closing and opening his eyes. His hand moved faster and faster.
“Oh God,” I gasped. I felt renewed stirrings of lust as I watched Luke’s eyebrows knit together, his mouth drop open, and his cock shoot streams of white onto my bare belly.
Luke groaned as he came, eyes closing, hand moving on himself, milking the last drops from his spent cock.
I gazed down at the liquid on my belly and felt my cock twitch with interest. When I dared to look up, Luke’s eyes were open, and he was staring at the mess he’d made.
As I watched, Luke reached out and fingered the warm liquid, rubbing it gently into my skin as if his spunk was expensive lotion. “Fuck, what am I gonna do?”
I didn’t know what he meant. Did he mean about the mess? Did he mean he was going to do something else to me?
I couldn’t help myself. I let go of the rail with one hand and reached down, circling Luke’s wrist and bringing Luke’s hand to my cheek.
Luke’s eyes widened. His lips parted as I rubbed his wet fingers over my stubbled chin, my cheek, and then my lips. The smell of Luke’s semen filled my nostrils and made me giddy. I guided Luke’s hand down over my throat and chest, to my belly where the rest of Luke’s spunk had claimed me.
“God,” Luke sighed as a remnant tremor passed through him. “How am I going to keep my hands off you?” Luke whispered as if I had the answer to that astonishing question.
“Don’t keep them off me. I want them on me. All the time.” Truth.
Luke smiled a slow, sweet smile at my words. He moved close, his wet fingers sliding up to gently clasp my chin as he bent his lips to mine.
I was surprised but opened my lips under his gentle assault, welcoming Luke’s tongue and the pungent scent of his release.
Too quickly, he pulled away. He used his dry hand to fix my hat where he had knocked the brim askew and gazed into my eyes sadly. “But I’m a ponyboy, and you’re a stable hand.”
“But,” I protested. “But when you’re not being a ponyboy…”
Luke turned away, and it felt like a warm blanket had been pulled abruptly from me.
