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“You are a pretty boy, aren’t you. All these sweet muscles.” He yanks my trousers down, together with my underwear, and my cock springs free. “And such a pretty cock too.”
My eyes roll back in my head as he takes it in his hand.
“Have you ever had a cock in your ass, Jamie?”
“No! Fuck, never,” I gasp, shocked and aroused by his crude words.
“Of course not.” He smirks. “Have you ever taken an ass?”
“Yes.”
“A man’s ass?”
The pressure around my cock intensifies as he squeezes. My hips lift and and I stutter, “N-no.”
“Let’s change that, shall we, city boy?”
I should protest, but words fail me when he gets up. Hunger is chiselled into his features – hunger for me. He reaches into his pocket, then tosses two items on my chest. A small bottle of lube and a condom.
“I come prepared.” He grins.
Mesmerised, I watch him slowly strip out of his clothes. God, he’s a specimen made to worship. I work out, make sure my muscles have some definition, but it’s nothing compared to Trevor’s bulging arms and thighs, crafted through physical labour. I want to make a joke about his farmer’s tan, but all words are lodged in my throat as he pauses before he pulls his boxers down, making sure he has my full attention. Does he ever. His cock is as big as I knew it would be. Thick veins curl up the length to the shiny swollen head. He takes it in his hand, moving the foreskin up and down over the crown.
He sinks back into the hay, a knee on each side of me like before, trapping me. Brown curls frame his face as he leans down and kisses me, hard, eagerly, needy. Strong fingers track my body, ignite my skin. I gasp for air as he lets go of my mouth, and then whimper as sharp teeth have goosebumps spreading where they nip at my throat. His silky tongue make moans spill past my lips as he worships my flat nipples. He does all the work, takes away my responsibilities while whispering, “let me look after you.”
But I crave to touch. Solid muscles flex under my hands, dips and grooves carve out his abs, so different from the softness of a woman. I grip his sides, not afraid of hurting him, I don’t have to hold back. Can’t hold back. Wet is trailing up my length as he rubs his cock against mine. My hips lift, chasing more of the sensation I never thought I’d desire. His chest is moving rapidly, just like mine, as he takes my cock in his big hand and grabs the condom. Expertly, he rolls it down my length and applies the lube. Christ, this is it. I could stop this with a word, but I don’t want to. He pins me with his eyes, positions himself above me, and sinks down on my shaft.
I cry out as tight heat surrounds me. My fingers dig into his strong thighs and my glutes contract and push up. His jaw is slack, his eyes hooded as he slowly starts to rock. This man… I may be the one fucking him, but Trevor is in control, controlling me.
“That’s it… Just feel, let yourself go… you’re safe… You’re safe with me.”
His panted words spin a veil over me, binding me to him. All my worries, my despair, my loneliness – it all fades as Trevor coaxes moans out of my mouth, guiding my hand around his cock, setting the tempo with his strong thighs. Thrills spread from my groin, rippling through my muscles. I try to hold back, but he doesn’t let me. I squeeze his cock, feel it twitch in my palm as I move my hand up and down to the same rhythm as he moves up and down above me. I feel… I feel everything, everywhere.
“Trevor!”
My vision blurs and my cry echoes with his.
11
Fire Burning
I take Adam for a fish supper after I pick him up. Not that he needs more crap in his tiny body – he’s already high on sugar – but I’ll do anything to stay away from the McBride farm just now. Adam chats non-stop about everything they saw and did at Barry’s, waving his greasy and ketchup-smeared fingers. I try to follow his stream of consciousness.
“The carousel had horses and rockets and-and-and a lion, but no cow. Do you think we could bring Rosie?” Pearly laughter slips past his lips. “Trev’r could bring Rosie for the carousel!”
Trevor. The source of the roller-coaster in my head. There’s something about him that attracts me like I’ve never felt before. Trevor had been on top of me, trying to catch his breath, when his phone rang. His cousin. He said he was sorry for having to rush, I saw it in his eyes too, but I was relieved to be left alone, trying to process what had happened.
I’m still trying.
Adam’s energy is fading; I know I need to get him back to the tent and to bed.
I park up on the grass, next to our newly erected abode. My shoulders drop as there’s no sign of either sibling. Grabbing our toiletries, I carry a half-asleep Adam down to the toilets.
“Let’s brush all that sugar off your teeth.”
“I had a lot of sugar,” Adam admits with a grin that makes me chuckle.
We finish up and, with Adam on my hip, head out of the shower block – and bump straight into the person I’m not sure I’m ready to see. Yet the blood pumping organ in my chest speeds up its contractions. My mouth is dry.
