I gasped, feeling like an itch I’d had forever was finally being scratched. He pumped them expertly, hitting the best spot as I garbled nonsense. “Oh my God, yes, oh God, yes, there.” My words, muffled by the wet cotton, were barely intelligible.
“Easy, cowboy,” he said. I could tell he was smiling, and it made me warm and shivery all over. But I was desperate to have him inside me.
I grunted, pushing against the wall, displaying myself for him.
A soft noise, such a vulnerable sound, came from him as I felt his cock where I needed it. Gently, so gently I wondered if this was real and not a goddamn dream, he pushed his cock inside me.
“Oh fucking Christ!” Luke hissed. “Jesus, cowboy, you feel amazing. So good.”
I bit down hard on the wet cotton and pushed back, desperate for full penetration. As Luke slid home, he made the same noise and pressed his forehead to my back. We stilled, our harsh breaths the only thing breaking the silence.
“You okay?” Luke whispered, tongue coming out to lick at the sensitive lobe of my ear.
“Mmm, need it.” I tried to enunciate clearly, which was difficult with a pair of briefs wedged in my mouth.
Luke chuckled. “I know you do, cowboy. I know it. I could see it when I made you come so fast yesterday.”
Memories of being sucked off at my bunk filled my head as Luke started to move, and I was glad I had the cotton briefs in my mouth to muffle my sounds. The sheer depravity of getting fucked in the showers by a kinky ponyboy had me right on the edge already.
Luke’s hands gripped my hips as he slid his dick almost out, then pushed back in, and I thought I might lose consciousness it felt so good.
It had been months since anyone had fucked me like this. And I’d never been fucked by anyone like Luke before. A man so connected to his own sexuality he was willing to wear a pony harness and a butt-plug tail for the perverted fun of it.
Now the memory of Luke in his pony gear filled my head, and I started to completely lose it. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard, ponyboy,” I growled, not sure if Luke could even make out what I was saying.
“Oh hell, you kinky fuck,” he moaned, speeding his movements and shoving me against the tiles with the force of it. “You like watching me in my harness all day and then getting fucked in the showers, don’t you?”
I groaned and nodded, meeting Luke’s thrusts and not sure how much more I could take before I blew my load, even without Luke’s hand on me. And suddenly, it was on me.
He wrapped slippery fingers around my cock and stroked it so slowly I could have cried.
“Come for me, cowboy,” he murmured in my ear.
Stars exploded behind my eyelids as the orgasm coiled in my balls and burst through my cock like a lightning bolt. I howled into Luke’s shorts as I came hard, fluid splashing against the tile and dripping over Luke’s hand.
“Jesus, Jesus,” Luke swore. “Oh fuck.”
Luke’s thrusts became erratic before he stilled, forehead against my sweaty back as he achieved his own release. His soft, high-pitched moan was better than anything I had heard at the ranch so far. It made my wrung-out cock weep and my heart expand exponentially.
Tiny tremors continued to rock me as we stayed connected. I listened to the slowing of my heartbeat and enjoyed the intimacy of Luke’s embrace. We shared no words, only a sense that what had occurred was only the beginning of something bigger than both of us. At least, that’s how I felt, and I could only hope he felt it too.
“Whoa,” Luke said finally. “You almost did me in.” He grabbed the base of the condom with his fingers and pulled out.
I whimpered as the very full, tied-off condom landed on the bench beside me.
“Look what you did to me, cowboy,” Luke said, sliding his arms around me and moving in close to embrace me from behind again. He nuzzled into my neck and up to my ear. “Look at the big load I dropped, just from being inside you.” He kissed me tenderly, and I covered his hand with mine as he carefully took the cloth from my mouth with the other.
I licked my lips, then turned quickly and found Luke’s mouth with my own, kissing him with passion and gratitude.
He responded in kind, holding me carefully so I wouldn’t slide off the bench. After several breathless moments we pulled apart and gazed into each other’s blown pupils.
“Well, fuck, cowboy,” Luke said softly. “You are totally going to ruin my reputation.”
I raised my eyebrows, wondering what he meant.
“My reputation for not giving a damn about anything.”
Chapter Nine
