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“Boone? Where are you?”
“In the pantry.”
A moment later, Jeb
appeared around in the doorway. Boone wasted no time. He grabbed Jeb by his
shirtfront and yanked him into the pantry, pulling the pantry door closed
behind him. Turning to Jeb, he pushed him up against the wall, plastering his
own body against his lovers.
“Boone!”
“I want ya, Jeb,” Boone
growled against Jeb’s neck. Even as he bit into the side of Jeb’s neck, he
heard the hitched breath in his throat. Jeb’s hands clenched on his arms and
his head fell back.
“Boone,” Jeb groaned.
Boone’s hands moved down
to grab Jeb’s ass through his pants, pulling the other man up against him.
There was no mistaking the hard length in his pants as anything other than
intense desire for the man in his arms.
“Fuck, Boone, I love the
way you touch me.”
Boone pressed closer to
Jeb when the man separated his legs. He moaned. He could feel Jeb’s hard cock
pressed against his. Boone reached down and pressed his hands against Jeb’s
cock. Jeb came unglued, pushing his hips against Boone’s body, his cock
against Boone’s hand.
Boone grabbed the back
of Jeb’s neck with his free hand, pulling Jeb’s head back so that he could
look into his sparkling blue eyes. “I’m gonna fuck ya, Jeb.”
“Okay,” Jeb replied
breathlessly. Boone grinned. He unbuckled Jeb’s pants and pushed them down his
legs before turning him around to face the wall. He had his own pants down,
his cock in his hand, a moment later.
No matter how randy he
felt he couldn’t fuck Jeb without some sort of lube. He quickly looked around
the pantry. There had to be something. It was a pantry, for Pete’s sake. He
chuckled when he spotted a bottle of cooking oil sitting on one of the
shelves.
“Don’t move,” Boone
ordered. He stepped back and reached for oil. Pulling the cork stopper with
his teeth, he spit it on the floor then poured some oil into his hand. Boone
liberally coated his cock then rubbed the rest into the crack of Jeb’s ass.
He pressed two fingers
into Jeb without warning, hearing the soft intake of his voice at the
intrusion. He worried that he was moving to fast until Jeb started pushing
back against his fingers.
Boone leaned forward to
lick the edge of Jeb’s ear. “Ya’ll want me, cowboy? Ya’ll wanna feel my cock
pound your tight little ass?” Boone knew Jeb loved to hear him talk dirty
during sex. It drove Jeb to distraction.
“Fuck, yes, Boone,” Jeb
groaned. “Now, Boone, fuck me now.”
Boone pulled his fingers
free of Jeb’s ass and grabbed his cock, pressing it against the small opening
he had made with his fingers. “This, cowboy, this what ya’ll want?” Boone
asked as he rubbed the head of his cock back and forth over the small cleft of
muscles.
“Please, Boone,” Jeb
pleaded.
Boone pressed the head
of his cock against Jeb’s tight entrance then pushed in just enough to catch.
Grabbing Jeb’s hips, he bit the edge of Jeb’s ear to distract him, the plunged
in until his groin pushed against Jeb’s ass.
“Oh, fuck!” Jeb cried
out. Boone saw his hands dig into the wooden wall. He thrust again, then
again, slowly building up a steady rhythm until the only sound in the room
came from flesh slapping against naked flesh.
When soft whimpers
started to drown out the sound of Boone pounding into Jeb, Boone knew Jeb was
getting close. Jeb was also too manly to make sounds like that until he
lost himself completely to what they were doing.
Boone reached around and
grabbed Jeb’s leaking cock. He stroked him softly at first, his thumb grazing
the tip and wiping up the pre-cum that had pooled there. “Ya’ll like that,
cowboy?” Boone crooned into Jeb’s ear. “Ya’ll like me strokin ya while I pound
your ass?”
Jeb just groaned, no
longer able to form words. Boone grinned. He knew exactly where Jeb was. He
was about to come all over Boone’s hand. Boone stroked Jeb’s cock faster as he
increased the ferocity of his thrusts. Jeb’s whimpers became outright groans.
Boone could feel himself
about to come as well. His breathing was so rapid, he thought he might pass
out. He could feel the pressure in his cock building, settling into his balls,
getting ready to explode.
“Come for me, cowboy,
come on my cock,” Boone growled, knowing it was more of an order than anything
else. He didn’t care. He needed Jeb to come before he could.
The sudden cry of
delight from Jeb and the hot spunk that covered his hand gave Boone what he
needed to move over the edge into his own release. Sinking his teeth into the
soft flesh of Jeb’s shoulder, Boone thrust once more then felt his cock throb,
shooting his essence into Jeb’s ass.
“Jeb,” Boone groaned as
he thrust a few more times, working his way through the intensity only Jeb had
ever been able to give him. Boone’s head dropped forward to rest against Jeb’s
shoulder as he tried to regain the breath had escaped his lungs.
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