Page 74 of Broken Wheels
“That accent is hot,” Josh admitted, smearing precum over Dixon’s pucker with the head of his dick.
“That was how I sounded when I was younger, working on the farm.” Dixon lowered his head to the mattress. “Don’t tease. Put it in.”
The idea of Dixon, bare-chested and sweating, seized Josh’s mind. “You mean like a cowboy? They’re hot too.”
“Yeah, pretty much like a cowboy. Still have the—” Dixon froze. “Wait. You know what? Let me up for a sec.” He scrambled off the bed and pelted across the room to his closet.
“Whatever you’re looking for, can’t it wait?” Josh’s voice sounded plaintive to his own ears. From inside the closet came the sound of items being moved around. “Dixon,” he moaned, working his cock that was doing a damn good impression of a steel bar.
Dixon returned to the bed, carrying…
A black Stetson.
Josh raised his eyebrows.
Dixon smiled as he placed it on the mattress. “This was mine growing up. You’d rarely find me without it. Hell, most nights my mama had to take it off me while I was sleeping, and hang it up.” His eyes sparkled. “Lie on your back.”
Josh stared at him. “Excuse me?”
Dixon opened the nightstand drawer and took out the lube. “You heard right.”
There was nothing to do but comply.
Josh lay down, his shaft pointing to the ceiling. Dixon climbed onto the bed and tossed him the bottle. “Get him ready for me.”
He bit his lip. “Him? Does yours have a name?” He squeezed lube onto his cock, slicking the warm, firm flesh.
“My turn.” Dixon held his hand out for the bottle, and Josh watched, fascinated, as he reached behind him to prep his own hole. He wiped his fingers on his thigh, picked up the Stetson and put it on, then straddled Josh’s body. He grinned. “Always wondered what it would be like to ride a broncin’ buck.” He reached back to grasp Josh’s dick, then guided it to his hole.
Josh held his breath as tight heat surrounded the head of his dick. “Oh God.”
Dixon stared at him, eyes wide. “Fuck, that’s thick.” He sank a little lower, his face a mask of concentration. Josh couldn’t tear his gaze away as Dixon moved slowly, his breathing ragged, his hands planted on Josh’s chest. At last their bodies met, and Dixon groaned. “Never felt so full.”
“Should I move?” Josh loved the sensation of being imprisoned in Dixon’s warm body.
Dixon widened his eyes. “Fuck no. Let me do all the work for a while. I need to take my time.” He managed a grin. “I think I nailed it, though. Baton was the perfect description.”
Josh curled his fingers around Dixon’s shaft that pointed upward, still hard. He stroked its silken surface, watching the pleasure crawl across Dixon’s face. It wasn’t long before Dixon began to move, a gentle, leisurely up-and-down motion that created yet more exquisite sensations.
Josh moaned. “Having you inside me feels amazing. This could easily rival it.”
Dixon bent down to kiss him. “Then I guess we’re going to be doing this again.” He returned to his previous position, only now he picked up the pace, rocking back and forth, riding Josh’s dick with obvious enthusiasm. Dixon brought his hand to his hat and grinned. “Yee-haw.”
“Remind me to try this.” Josh chuckled. “Without the hat.”
“Ready for a more active role?” Dixon lifted himself off Josh’s cock and flipped over onto all fours, shuffling back until his ass was once more at the edge of the mattress.
“How do you want me?” Josh grabbed the bottle of lube and applied a little more to his dick.
“Stand behind me and slide back in.” Dixon peered at him. “And Doc?”
“Yeah?” Josh pulled Dixon’s cheeks apart, eager to experience that glorious tightness and heat.
Dixon’s eyes twinkled. “I won’t break, so let yourself go.”
Josh’s heart raced at the prospect.
He didn’t hesitate in penetrating Dixon’s loosened hole, sliding all the way home. A fierce joy grabbed hold of him, and he leaned over to grip Dixon’s shoulders, driving in and out, alternating between short, quick thrusts and long, deep glides, and each time he filled Dixon, the noises and cries that poured from Dixon sent his desire spiraling ever higher.