Mossy Glenn Ranch 3 -Saddles and Memories (4 page)

Andy’s fat shaft made Salt’s jaws ache. Of course, he was out of practice, too. The last few encounters he’d had were hand jobs. But the way Andy’s dick filled his mouth was wonderful, like a sensual invasion spreading from inside him to the outside.

Salt thumbed one of the thick veins as he worked more of Andy’s length into his mouth. He used his tongue to trace the underside of Andy’s cap, then to follow one vein in particular. He wouldn’t be able to take all of Andy’s cock into his mouth and throat, but he wouldn’t need to. Andy would still breach Salt’s throat with Salt’s hand ringing Andy’s base.

The salty tang of pre-cum hit his tongue and Salt moaned around his mouthful. At the same time, Andy moved a finger back and began rubbing Salt’s sweet spot between his nuts and hole. Salt’s heart stuttered and he clenched his ass before beginning to thrust, giving in to the need that was consuming him. He tried to keep a tight seal on Andy’s cock, but his orgasm blindsided him, slamming into Salt so quickly and forcefully that he jerked his head back and shouted in surprise.

He tried to curl in on himself as bliss swept over him, but Andy was there, his wet cock tapping Salt’s chin.

* * * *

The man was a stone-cold stud, and Andy had wanted him from the second he’d walked into the feed store. Andy loved men—young, old, skinny, chubby, heavier than that, he didn’t care, as long as they were legal and he was attracted to them. So it wasn’t a surprise to find himself nearly drooling over a man who was probably at least five or six years older than him. It was hard to tell with sun-weathered cowboys.

But Salt had that whipcord lean look to him, and a hungry, lustful gleam in his eye. He had a tiny, tight ass, and nipples so small and dark Andy would have a month’s worth of jerk-off material just thinking about how he could bruise those tits up.

Andy hadn’t seen them of course, not when Salt first came into the feed store. All he’d seen was that lived-in look, the confidence and those beautiful light brown eyes. Fuck, but Salt had gorgeous eyes, large and tilted down just slightly at the corners, making him look sleepy, sexy, utterly fuckable.

And now Andy had the man in his bed, had the taste of his cum in his mouth, and he wasn’t anywhere near satisfied. Salt had come apart for him like perfection, unwrapped a layer at a time at first, then Salt had jolted, his cock spurting his load.

Andy rolled Salt onto his back. If Andy didn’t come soon, he was going to scream. He reached down and pushed at his cock. Salt wasn’t slow at all, not now that his climax had eased off. He opened his mouth up and sucked Andy, hard.

Andy went tight from his thighs to his belly, trying not to thrust. His dick was a problem for some guys, at least when it came to giving head. None of them had ever taken him in all the way, and that was okay. Swallowing his whole dick wasn’t a requirement for Andy to think a blow job was mind-meltingly good.

Salt added even more suction, and Andy gasped. His balls were pushed, pulled, keeping him right at the edge of pleasure and pain. Then Salt began really bobbing his head, flicking his tongue, and Andy had to thrust, at least a little. Salt’s hand at the base of his dick would keep Andy from choking the man. He grabbed onto Salt’s thighs and let himself go, fucking Salt’s mouth like he had an open invitation to do so. He guessed he did since Salt was making happy groaning sounds, and he wasn’t shoving Andy off him.

When Salt tongued his slit, Andy froze. Salt did it again, then he pulled off and pushed at it with a fingertip. Andy’s head swam, a sound filling it like a hive of bees had settled in his skull.

Salt sucked Andy’s balls into his mouth, and pressed on his slit again while jacking his cock. Andy keened and rutted as cum pulsed from his shaft.

Salt murmured words Andy couldn’t understand. He was lost in his release and when he started to come down from it, Salt began licking his cock. Andy almost skittered right off the bed, but Salt grabbed him by the hips and rolled them again. Then Salt proceeded to lick the cum off Andy’s skin, starting at his quivering thighs.

Andy hadn’t ever had a lover take so much care cleaning him. Usually it was a washcloth or a wet wipe, if it was any cleaning off at all. Most often, Andy headed to a shower and whoever he’d had sex with left. He hadn’t had time to linger, and whoever he’d been with hadn’t been interested in doing so.

Yet he wanted that pizza and beer with Salt, and he wanted another round or two with the man. God, but he wanted to see Salt gasping and wriggling as Andy pushed his fat dick into Salt’s ass. Just the idea of it had Andy’s dick trying to wave howdy.

“You young ones,” Salt mumbled before moving around to flop beside Andy. “You still want me to hang around?”

Andy snorted. “I can’t be that much younger than you.” He wasn’t going to risk guessing wrong though. “Maybe two or three years. And yes, I do. Don’t think you’re leaving without giving me a ride, cowboy. I want to see how you look riding my dick.”

Salt smiled just a little, and something weird happened in Andy’s heart. He dismissed the fluttering warmth as heartburn. It’d been happening lately.

“I know you’re being kind, smart guy like you,” Salt said as he closed his eyes. “I know you’re smart because you’re co-owner of the feed company you’re representing. I’m forty-five, Andy, and you can’t be a day over thirty.”

Huh.
Andy had been off on his private estimation. “I’m actually thirty-seven.” Then something occurred to him. “Hey, were you curbing your guess on my age to keep from offending me?”

Salt opened one eye. “Depends.”

Andy frowned at him. “I thought you were only five years older than me, so you’re older than you look.” Then Andy propped himself up on his elbows. “I hope you’re not coming back with a ‘and so are you’.”

Salt laughed and patted Andy’s stomach. “Naw, you’re a fine-looking man, Andy. Calm down.”

“I am calm, just contemplating face cream.” Andy chortled. Him and face cream weren’t ever going to happen.

“All’s I knew for sure was that you were younger, and so sexy you made my balls ache,” Salt finally told him.

Andy decided he didn’t need to worry about his age or wrinkles or anything else. He had only recently started noticing things like the occasional grey hair and the way his joints ached after a really hard workout.

“I need to get up and order the pizza,” he said, sitting up. “What do you want on yours?”

Salt shrugged. “I’m not picky. Put it in front of me, and I’ll eat it.”

“Really,” Andy dragged out, arching one eyebrow.

Salt grinned at him and blew him a kiss.

It was such a silly, playful thing, but Andy couldn’t recall anything like it since maybe college, when there’d been one guy he’d dated for a few weeks. He’d just been busy for so long…

“I don’t really get to do the hanging around afterwards thing,” Salt said, and it so echoed the direction Andy’s own thoughts were going in that Andy was startled. He thought he hid it well.

“Yeah? Me neither. Life’s been busy, you know?” Andy hated how shallow that made him sound. There was more to it than that, but he didn’t go spilling his guts to everyone. Anyone, really.

“Just wasn’t possible for me.” Salt wiggled like he was trying to get comfortable on the bed. “Being a gay cowboy? Yeah, they’ve made movies about that shit. Don’t get a happy ending that way.”

“But the Mossy Glenn hires family.” Andy had heard that. It couldn’t just be gossip.

“Yup, they sure do, and let me tell you, that’s got its own hardships.” Salt scooted and sat with his back against the headboard. “You have no idea how much teasing I took for going out to get laid tonight. Of course, most of them thought it was a date.” Salt shook his head. “I work with a bunch of romantic fools.”

Andy had to chuckle at the image he had of Salt being ribbed by his friends. “Ah well, I guess they just want you happy. You happy?”

“Very.” Salt’s stomach growled and he patted it. “Hungry, too.”

Andy stood up and stretched, liking the way Salt’s gaze went over him like a warm caress. “Yeah, pizza.”

When the food arrived, they sat on the bed eating, drinking beer and watching crappy television shows. Somehow, Andy found himself enjoying the company, laughing with Salt, trading stories about their stupid youth tricks and bad hookups.

He couldn’t figure out how it happened, but the last thing he remembered was leaning against Salt and thinking it’d been a good evening, one of the best he’d ever had.

Chapter Four

As much as he hated to, Salt settled for letting Andy sleep instead of waking him up for a goodbye. He wished that Andy had fucked him, but honestly, the night had been so relaxing, and the company so good, that Salt was more than satisfied with what had happened between them. It’d been unique for him, and he’d liked the companionship.

Reminded him of hanging with the guys and gals at the ranch, except he’d felt the embers of desire all the time he’d been there with Andy. Nothing pressing, just the attraction twanging between them.

Andy was sprawled out on the bed, snoring softly, his mouth open and looking like he just needed to be loved on. Salt didn’t want to risk being late to work in the morning, and besides, Andy hadn’t asked him to sleep over. Salt wasn’t sure what the rules were in situations like the one he was in. Leaving seemed the wisest choice.

It also seemed kind of rude. Salt spotted the little notepad and pen on the table. At least they’d dozed off with the lamp on so he could see. It’d sure made getting dressed easier. He jotted down a quick note about not wanting to wake Andy, and needing to leave. Before he could stop himself, he added that he was hoping Andy still wanted to see him ride.

Salt left it at that. He put his hat on and left the room, hanging the Do Not Disturb sign up on the outside knob. The rumble of the truck engine shouldn’t wake Andy up, Salt figured. There’d been plenty of coming and going from people and their vehicles all night. Salt got in his truck and started up. He buckled his seat belt and checked behind him before backing out.

It was a little after one in the morning when he pulled up to the bunkhouse. While everyone was sleeping, he had no hope of getting inside and to his room unheard. As nosy as the crew was, someone would be sleeping with one eye open, and sure enough, that one person was Rocky. She didn’t even try to hide it, sitting up on the couch, snuffling and opening her eyes when he shut the front door.

“Don’t start,” he warned when she opened her mouth. “I’m tired, and want to get to bed. You can grill me after I get some sleep.”

“‘Kay,” she agreed easily, getting up off the couch. “Now that I know you ain’t dead in some skeezy motel room, I can get some real sleep too.”

Salt was a little touched that she really seemed concerned for him. It was moments like those—when he was faced with the reality that some people really
did
care what happened to him for reasons other than needing him to work—that showed Salt he’d moved forward in life. Used to be he had to keep everyone at a distance, and that’d been fine, but now he was making friends. He liked it.

If he wanted a little more, well, he couldn’t dwell on that. Salt was relieved that Rocky ambled right on into her room. He went into his and sighed as he stretched. He was a bit stiff in places he wasn’t used to being stiff in. All in all, he was in great shape, but he wasn’t as flexible as he used to be, and there were certain positions involved in sex that one didn’t find themselves in at any other times.

Salt took off his hat and set it on the dresser. He unbuttoned his shirt and ran one hand over his chest. It sent tingles of arousal through him, especially when he imagined it being Andy’s hand. He wondered if he’d ever hear from Andy again, and whether the man regretted not getting to fuck him.

Jesus, he was getting melancholy in his old age.

No, I’m fucking lonely.

That realisation eradicated any arousal he’d been feeling. He thought of Carlos, Will and Troy, so content and loving in their threesome, and of Drake and Ian, a newly minted couple who seemed well-suited as could be. Gay men could live happily ever after, if those men were anything to judge by. Salt hadn’t really thought it possible before, at least not for a cowboy.

He wanted that for himself, wanted it badly as he stood almost naked in his room in the middle of the night, smelling Andy’s scent on his skin. Maybe it was melancholy, maybe it was exhaustion, but Salt wished he’d been able to stay in that motel room and sleep with Andy. Wake up the next day and take time exploring each other. Shower together, laughing, teasing, touching. Breakfast together, chatting and planning their day or maybe even their week.

Salt shook himself and firmly locked down his little fantasies. He was being a ridiculous old fool.

But even so, he still dreamt of things he’d only just started believing in.

* * * *

Breakfast entailed a lot of ribbing from the crew, but Salt didn’t really mind. Also, it kept Rocky from being able to grill him, though he had no illusions that she’d be held off for long. He hadn’t stepped off the porch into the early morning sunlight before Rocky was at his side poking him in the ribs.

“Come on, dish. I want to know if I need to smack that sales boy before he shows up later.”

Salt just about stumbled down the porch steps. “What? Why would he show up later?”

Rocky snorted and snickered as he flailed his arms trying to keep from plopping down on his butt as his boot heel slipped on the last step. “Because I gave Carlos his card, told him about what he was selling, and that you were off fucking the guy,” Rocky informed him.

“What?” Salt squeaked spinning around to glare at her. He didn’t ever want such an overshare of gossip going on. “You didn’t tell him that last part!”

Rocky had a good, long laugh at him, one of those bend-at-the-waist-and-make-your-eyes-water kind of laughs. By the time she could gasp out a ‘no’, Salt was getting irritated. She took a few breaths and swiped at her eyes. “Chill out, Salt. I wouldn’t tell him about the fucking part, that’s your business. It’s not like everyone here doesn’t know what you were off doing. Not a one of us thought you were playing dominoes with Andy. Sheesh. You can be such a prude.” Rocky cackled at him then went on. “I did tell Carlos the rest, though, and he was actually interested. Said Will had been harping on him about organic this and non-GMO that, so he’d give your guy a call in the morning, see if he’d come out today.”