Chapter Thirty-Two
A Tasty Tumble
“Okay, mister. All right.”
Oscar put his hand back on the bed and knelt on all fours—naked, his legs spread, his thigh muscles trembling as he waited for whatever I might do.
“Now, that’s more like it. You stay there, in that position, and you wait for your reward.”
Oscar sighed and stared down at the mattress. “Yes, mister.”
His voice was barely above a whisper, and I thrilled to have him at my command.
This was what we liked and how we liked to do it, and we didn’t care if it made no sense.
We were only playing, the way children play at make believe.
Only we were both grown, and because of that, our play had a sexual side to it. And what was wrong with that?
When I sat down in the straight chair again, it made a loud creaking noise and caused Oscar to start. He craned his neck so he could see me.
“Now I want you to leave your little nubby—what’s my property—alone. But I want you to play with yourself in other ways, so’s I can sit back and watch you.”
Oscar looked confused for all of a moment, then understanding dawned. “You dirty fucking bastard.”
I grinned, pleased as punch to have shocked Oscar , who always seemed to be a step ahead of me in the dirty department.
“Play with your hole, boy. Show me how much you like it.”
The sound that came out of Oscar’s throat then was halfway between a moan and a whimper. His cheeks went even redder than they had been—ruddier than his freshly spanked ass—as he blinked twice and swallowed.
“F-fine,” he murmured. “Okay.”
I settled into a comfortable position as Oscar gazed down at the sheets again and reached behind him with one hand.
He hesitated, as though this thing I’d asked him to do was gonna destroy him, when I knew he’d think about this for days afterward.
Some shame and mild humiliation took Oscar’s desire to the next level, and I gloated with satisfaction as I watched, knowing I’d thought of the perfect thing to exploit that.
He took his time, as if he needed to work himself up to it.
As I watched, he splayed his fingers across his lower back, then slid them between his cheeks, so that his middle finger pressed against that lewd, luscious spot.
“Now rub it,” I said, my breaths harsh and shallow. “Slow and steady. Tease yourself, boy.”
Oscar made a vulnerable noise, widening his thighs as he teased his fingertips o’er the wrinkled skin of his taint and up to his pink, exposed, hole.
I stood, slow and easy, because I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing and went to the chest of drawers to get the saddle grease. I brought it with me to the foot of the bed and screwed it open as Oscar played with himself.
“Don’t stop now. You keep doin’ that.”
Oscar shuddered and moaned, and my gaze fixated on the tips of his long fingers as he obeyed me.
“Looks like you’re gettin’ yourself plenty worked up, ain’t you?”
“I can’t—You’re gonna make me talk? While I’m doin’ this?” he whispered.
“Yes, I am. You’re gonna answer my questions, and you’re gonna keep playing with that soft hole of yours or it’s gonna stay empty and unused.”
“Oh. Gawd.”
I laid a hand on his bottom, pushing that cheek so it spread him, and I could see better. I knew ’twas awkward for him to reach back like that, but to make it work, he’d had to arch his back and brace his shoulders on the mattress, and the sight of him about killed me…in a good way.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Jimmy. I belong to you.”
“And who’s nubby is this?” I said, touching it with a finger and making Oscar gasp.
“Yours. ’Tis yours.”
I sighed and leaned in, kissing his buttock where my hand was resting to anchor him and soothe him in his embarrassment.
“And whose fine ass is this?”
He giggled, but then made a soft sound, like a gasp and a moan combined, as he continued to tease himself.
“Oh. Yours. Oh , fuck …”
I leaned down and licked across his fingers and o’er his hole, as Oscar made a desperate, surprised sound.
“That’s very good, Oscar. Now I want you to stop playin’ with yourself and hold yourself open for me. You understand?”
He nodded against the mattress and did as I’d asked, arching his body even more, and pulling his cheeks apart to present his pink hole to me.
The entire tableau was so profane and exquisite that I couldn’t contain myself any longer.
I shoved my trousers and my drawers down and gave my cock a couple of vicious pulls with my dry hand, before I scooped some grease from the jar and slapped it on the delicate skin of Oscar’s cleft and around his hole, till ’twas shiny and slippery and beckoning me like a slice of hot apple pie.
If we hadn’t been at The Angel, among whores and other lustful men, I might have been worried about the reach of the sounds Oscar made. Someone might have mistaken them for sounds of distress and pain, when they were the opposite, and he was only dying of pleasure.
“Easy there,” I said, as I slicked my cock up and positioned myself.
“Please! I need you. I need you so much.”
“Shush. Put both your hands on the bed now. You’re gonna need to brace yourself.”
I waited for him to do so before I pushed forward and breeched him, causing a yelp and a cry from him—and a stuttered groan from myself.
“Oh God, Oscar. Jesus.” I said, as my cock slipped into his warmth, and my brain melted.
Oscar grunted as he lifted up and pushed back, his body swallowing me in one long swoop.
“Fuck!” I yelled as a raw sound came from Oscar’s throat. But I recovered myself and whimpered as he fucked me from below. “I swear, Oscar,” I said, panting “you’re like a wild fucking bronco, sometimes.”
Oscar made stuttering noises as he moved against me, until I grabbed his hips in my hands and kept him still, so’s I could control things. He didn’t like that one bit, I reckoned, except that he did, because nothing pleased him as much as when I took him in hand.
“Be still and let me take my pleasure. Then you can have yours.”
“God. Oh God.”
“You hear that?” I said, plowing him now, and making sure to drag my cock across that sweet spot inside him with every goddamn thrust. “I’m gonna fuck you till I spend and fill you up with my seed, you hear me?
Then I might let you come—or I might not.
Mayhap, I’ll simply keep playing with your hole, letting my seed dribble out and pushing it back in, until you’re right mad with it.
” My words were broken and split with my panting breaths and little grunts and groans.
I was working myself up as much as he was.
“Jimmy! Oh, Jesus. Jimmy! ”
I knew what those choked words meant, and I quick grabbed Oscar’s cock and started stroking it, just in time for him to spend, as he screamed my name to the rafters.
’Twas a good long time before either of us e’en tried to speak. Oscar lay, supine and spent, his face turned away. When I was able to move, I stroked his back until he turned toward me, his fucked-out expression satisfying to see.
“Howdy.”
“Howdy?”
“Ain’t that what the cowboys say?”
“After they been fucked into the bed by their bunkmate?”
Oscar shrugged. “Maybe.”
I smiled and pushed the stray hair from his forehead.
“Did you like that?”
“What do you think, cowboy?”
“I think you loved that…all of it.”
“I did. I’m growin’ your little babies right now. Can’t promise the delivery’ll be very entertainin’, considerin’ where they’ll have to make their exit.”
I chuckled. “Well, the regular place ain’t all that excitin’ neither. Ain’t that much of a difference, I don’t think.”
He rose up on his elbow and gave me an incredulous look.
“Jimmy Downing, are you saying you think women basically shit their babies out?”
I grinned. “Maybe.”
“I suppose ’tis a good thing you ain’t a doctor, then.”
“I suppose so,” I said, grinning at his amusement and content in a way I’d not been for a while, what with all the stress of finding Cal and sorting all that out.
“Well, anyway, I reckon I love the way you fuck me.”
“I reckon I love the way you take it. And I know you’d make a fine momma to my babies.”
The astonished look he gave me only made me laugh and kiss him sweetly on the mouth.