Chapter 6
Chapter six
DUSTY
When I set my phone down, I had a tightness in my chest. It surprised me to realize that I missed Joe.
We’d been fooling around, which we defined as hand jobs in his living room and a lot of kissing.
Things changed the other night when I got to enjoy him sucking me off.
The thing was, we had also become good friends, and I found myself spending more and more of my free time with him.
The problem was that and when I wasn’t with him, I thought about him.
Joe was something special, and my feelings were getting involved in it.
I didn’t want a relationship, but I felt like we might actually be heading toward some sort of situationship.
Thinking about him joining DRACO on the road delighted me more than it should have.
There were places in the cities I wanted to take him, because he was my friend and I liked spending time with him—of course, there was the fooling around too.
I thought about the blow jobs we traded before I left on this trip. I’ve let him guide us through each step, and I couldn’t deny I was excited by us moving on to something more. He was inexperienced, but he was a natural with a cock in his mouth, and I looked forward to giving him lots of practice.
Knowing he flirted with the cowboy aroused me and made me jealous at the same time. I had only ever had feelings for one man, but I knew something was happening with Joe, and I had to stop it or lean into it.
Showing him the wonderful things that are part of being with a man was a gift he had given me.
For some reason, I wanted him to share what he had learned with another man.
He needed to see how much power he held over his partner.
Joe didn’t know he could use what he now knew to make a man beg.
And men begging is hot as hell, Joe should experience that. .
I shook my head. My thoughts were crazy.
I could never give myself to someone like Joe, because even though I hadn’t seen him in twelve years, my heart still belonged to my first love. As soon as I graduated, I tried to find him, but he wasn’t at any of the ranches in Alabama. My heart still hurt when I thought about him.
I had decided to get over Jacob by spending years throwing myself at men. Montgomery Wilson, the lead singer of DRACO, had been one of those men. When I was delivered to his room, he turned me down because he no longer wanted to hook up with randoms. Montgomery wanted to find his forever person.
Without telling anybody, including most of his bandmates, we agreed to be fake boyfriends for the remainder of his tour. During that time, we became friends, and I ultimately became his personal assistant, which brought me to where I am now.
It surprised me that Joe was the first person to touch my heart.
Joe was such a sweet, wonderful man, incredibly talented, kind, and funny.
I knew he was everything any man would want as their partner.
If we were together, it felt like I would hold him back, which made it easier for me to nudge him toward someone else—plus thinking about him with someone else turned me on.
That was a kink I didn’t even know I had.
Arthur, Montgomery, and I had a quick meeting.
“Joe signed the contract to go with us to some of the concerts?”
Being reminded that Joe would be on the road with us caused my heart to thump a little extra.
“Oh, I’m glad he did. What do you want me to do about accommodations?” Mont asked me.
“Would you be willing to share a suite with him? That would allow him to get the flow of how a concert weekend works?” Arthur asked, clearly concerned it would be an inconvenience.
If I looked directly at Arthur, what happened between his brother and me would be written all over my face.
“Um. Yeah. Sure.” I said, while focused on my coffee cup.
“He can decide what he wants to do after the first few. It’s a big favor, I know, but I trust you with my baby brother.”
I swallowed hard, and a lump formed in my chest. The excitement I felt about sharing a room with his brother overrode any guilt I might have felt about possibly betraying his trust. Giving his brother orgasms was most definitely taking good care of him.
“You bet I will make sure he is happy and comfortable. Anything else?” Arthur and Mont were starting to make googly eyes at each other, which was answer enough. As soon as I got into my room, I picked up my phone.
DUSTY
Hope you don’t mind sharing a room with me the first few times you travel with us.
JOE
Mind? How did you pull that off?
DUSTY
Your brother insisted. Wants you to be comfortable.
JOE
Whatever will you do to make me comfortable?
DUSTY
I’ll figure something out.
JOE
Looking forward to it.
DUSTY
What are you up to tonight?
The last message was left unread. I knew he would get back to me when he had a chance.
I ordered dinner and thought about all the ways I could make Joe comfortable when we traveled. The fact that his brother really wanted us to share a room was icing a very sexy Joe-cake.
At 10:30 p.m., I hadn’t heard from Joe, which meant I probably wouldn't talk to him again until Sunday morning. I had no idea why he was on my mind so much. We had a concert tomorrow evening and would return to Titanburg afterward. The Wilsons didn’t like being away from home more than necessary.
We usually flew home on Sunday after the second show.
When we landed, I’d offer to take some steaks over to Joe’s, and we could grill.
After we ate, I could give him a little practice with his blow job skills.
I slept until 9:00 a.m., because we didn’t have to be to the venue until 1:00 p.m. My job was to make sure that Mont and Arthur had everything they needed.
Other people did the heavy lifting, like making sure the venue was ready, and wrangling the other members of the band.
I took care of Mont, his husband, and their dragons.
I checked social media for anything involving the band and was pleasantly surprised to find a few messages from Joe.
JOE
Didn’t see this. Until now. Sorry.
Having dinner with a friend.
I looked at the message, and something weird happened in my chest. Was he having dinner with the cowboy he went riding with the other day? Are they getting close?
Something about it made me feel weird, like he was mine, but I also wanted to know what they would do. Will they kiss? Will they touch each other? My sweet Joe being with someone else excited me in ways that were probably not ‘normal’, but it definitely aroused me.
It was easy to conjure up an image of Joe on his knees while he took another man into his mouth.
I’d love to watch someone use him for their pleasure.
My hand slid under the covers, and I stroked myself slowly like I would when I watched them.
Would they let me join? The idea was crazy, but thinking about me guiding a cock into his mouth, showing him how to pleasure someone.
I was rock-hard thinking about him and his cowboy.
I squeezed my shaft, and was surprised how quickly I felt that tightening in my groin. Joe gagging while this faceless guy choked him was too much, too fast. My orgasm hammered into me, and I cried out at the intensity.
Well, shit, that was new. I’d never given cuckholding much thought, but the idea sparked something inside me. Joe wasn’t the type to be in that kind of situation, but the thoughts of it were hot as fuck. I hoped he would tell me details if he hooked up with the man he was spending time with.