Dedication: To my Angels. I love you with every beat of my heart.
Title: Fields of Gold
Authors: DDD, Z, L, and A
Pairings: Dean/Sam, Dean/Cas/Adam, Dean/Sky
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Based on a RL love story. slash, threesome, rimming, hummers, romance, angst.
Disclaimer: We don't own Dean, Sam, Cas or Adam.
Summary: Dean Winchester is the manager of the Castlewood Equine Estate. He has many men willing to warm his bed but he longs for the one who will warm his heart. Sam Stivaletti works at his family's Italian restaurant and dreams of the man who will will give him the love he has always craved. Dean and Sam have already discovered a great mutual passion between them. Could it become true love?
A/N: Zach and I began work on this story before his death. After 18 months, I can finally work on it again. A few friends are helping me finish and I want to say I love you all. Saddle up my friends, it is going to be a wild ride! Love DDD
Fields of Gold
The day was full of unpleasant surprises. Ernesto finding moldy hay in the latest delivery, requiring all 141 remaining bales to be unstacked and inspected before being piled back up again, made evening feeding late. I had to spend an extra 45 minutes scooping grain and measuring out vitamin and joint supplements before hopping on Xia bareback and loping out the gate for home.
As we trotted up the little hill to my barn I could see that the kitchen lights were on. That meant Sam was in my kitchen which meant home made Italian food and hot sex. My cock gave a happy twitch as I fed and blanketed Xia. I had a hard on when I walked in the house so I greeted Sam with a full body hug from behind letting him feel it.
"Dean," he growled when I bit the side of his neck. He tipped his head back to my shoulder and kissed me, rubbing his firm ass into my crotch in bump and grind fashion. "You're late. Tough day?"
"Moldy hay."
He wrinkled his nose in disgust, "Yuck."
I giggled at him. "Exactly."
We'd met eight years ago when I was still riding professionally, before the accident. I'd made reservations at one of his parents' restaurants Stiva's and showed up to find that I wasn't on the list. Sam had come out from the kitchen to see what the problem was. One thing led to another, and we ended up dining nude in the middle of his king sized bed between rounds two and three of the hot sex I mentioned earlier.
Samuel Stivaletti is gorgeous, hazel eyes, tan skin and long sable hair, which I realized early on was his emotional barometer. Tonight his hair was freshly washed and hanging free past his collar so I knew we would make love for hours before and after dinner. He's 28 to my 30, taut, toned and tall. His back is amazing, wide at the shoulders, tapering down to narrow hips and a tight ass.
Sam had a security code for my place, and usually surprised me three or four nights a week, joining in whatever/whomever I had going that night. He was a favorite with my friends, not only for his amazing tongue, but also for the Italian pastries he frequently brought with him from Stiva's. I have no idea what he did on the evenings he wasn't with me, but early in our relationship he'd sometimes stay away for several days. When he'd return, I'd notice what appeared to be ligature marks on his wrists and bruises on his body. He never tried to take me there, so I never asked him about it and quit looking for them.
He turned to me and kissed me deeply, gazed lustfully into my eyes, then took me by the hand and pulled me into the library. As we entered the room, he stepped behind me and began to pull my shirt over my head while he steered me to the piano, shedding clothes along the way. Pushing me forward till my chest rested on the lid, he licked, nibbled and kissed his way from the back of my neck, along the center of my spine, down the valley of my ass, and ended up kneeling below me with my balls in his mouth.
Now, that's a welcome home.
While Sam's tongue worked its magic on me I hung there with quivering knees, sighing and moaning, squirming back into his face when he did something mind blowing. By the time he stood up and pressed the dripping head of his rock hard cock to me, I was dizzy with arousal, and sank back onto him with a deep groan of pleasure. He lay over me, kissed my neck and ran his hands down my thighs.
In this mood, Sam is a tough act to follow, and it's how I like him best. He is gentle, perceptive, patient, and strong, able to go for as long as I want him to. The perfect top. Other hair styles bring with them other moods. Hair gelled and wild, he can be a little rough, more concerned with his own needs than mine, and requiring my active participation. Hair tied back, he is quiet and remote, and sex with him is almost spiritual; no words, few sounds, just sensation after amazing sensation. In any mood, he is someone I enjoy being with, and I love him. It is only his unknown darker side that prevents me from giving myself to him completely. That, and the knowledge that he doesn't feel those emotions for me, no matter how much he cares for me.
Sam fucked me slowly, long strokes alternating with short ones during which he tilted his hips to graze my prostate, bringing me to my toes as I fogged the glossy piano lid with my moans. Eventually he built up a rhythm, stroking me in time with his thrusts. We came together, him in me, and me in the kitchen towel he'd thoughtfully brought along. We lingered for a while, kissing and hugging, but hunger drove us back to the kitchen, and soon we were eating spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread, naked at the counter, washing it down with a bottle of wine.
We tidied the kitchen and headed up the wide staircase to the master bedroom. It overlooked my acreage, the stream that meanders through the estates, and a few miles distant, the steeple atop the big barn at Castlewood. Tonight it was clear and the sky was filled with stars. Our shower was leisurely, more foreplay than necessity. I love playing in the shower, and Sam was in the mood to indulge me. We slicked each other up with the shower gel, and explored each other, lingering when a certain spot drew a particularly enthusiastic moan.
While preferring to top, Sam occasionally likes to be fucked; it happens only in the hair loose and flowing mood. When we reached the bed, he crawled forward, dropping onto his stomach in the middle of the big mattress, arms and legs spread, cock pointing toward his toes. This was my cue, so I knelt between his feet and began to run my hands lightly over his skin, licking the spot behind his knees that I found the first time he asked me do this. He moaned softly as I worked my way up, ruffling the hair on his thighs, pressing my thumbs lightly between his legs while I squeezed his ass, running my tongue here and there, teasing him.
I'm pretty versatile, enjoying either side of a good fuck, but when I top, I feel like a different person entirely. It is much more an act of control combined with desire than being taken. When I'm being fucked by a familiar partner, I lose myself in it, trusting them to take care of me. But when I top, I must do the taking care, paying attention to the feel, the mood, of my partner, and his comfort and pleasure become my universe.
My cock was leaking precum to spare, so I wet two fingers and worked one slowly into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop me. He's always very tight, but soon loosened enough to take my other finger easily. I know that he allows only me this privilege, and I honor that trust, concentrating fully on him, wanting him to enjoy every move I make. I enjoy fingering him almost as much as I enjoy fucking him. My sensitive fingertips probed him gently, inside and out, and the smooth heat of him was very arousing. When Sam was clutching the sheet in his fists and moving restlessly, I removed my fingers and slid forward. He lifted his hips slightly for my entry, and I eased into him, awed as always at this joining of one man to another in the most intimate way possible.
He was very relaxed and accepted me with only slight resistance, grunting softly as I sunk deeper into him. When I could go no further I leaned over him, bracing myself on my arms, and let him adjust to my friendly invasion. After a minute he shifted his body under me, reached back for my hands, laced our fingers and pulled them out to our sides so that I slowly slid down onto him, my chest to his back, rising slightly as he breathed. I began to thrust slowly with just my hips, rocking in and out of him. It's almost hypnotic, and we can do this for quite a long time, neither of us building to climax, just enjoying the quiet of the night and the feel of each other.
Laying there on him, buried in his body, I couldn't think of any place I'd rather be. The house was quiet, the room dark; it seemed as though we were the only two people on the planet. I nuzzled my face into his neck, breathed in the smell of him, kissed that soft spot just below his ear, nibbled on the muscles of his shoulder, loved him. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was curved in a soft smile. He made little mmm sounds now and then, tightening his fingers in mine, arching his back to bring me deeper into him. Heaven should be this good.
After a while I pushed one of his knees up the bed, and rolled him onto his side, straddling his lower leg. This is his favorite position because the penetration is very deep and I can touch both sides of his body. I stroked his cock, and circled my other hand low on his back, all the while fucking him deeply. My perineum rode his thigh with perfect pressure. We didn't speed up as the end drew near, it took me months to develop the control to be able to do this for him, just kept a steady pace, so that our orgasms built very slowly. When we finally came, it was within a stroke or two of each other. I always pull out of him, and wrap both our cocks in one fist, his hand closing over mine, and we cum on his belly. We've done this hundreds of times; it is special for both of us, and I wouldn't change a thing.
We settled down to sleep, Sam on his back with me draped over him. When I stirred a couple hours later, Sam ran his hand reassuringly down my arm. I was surprised that he was awake, so I watched him as I drifted off. He lay still, staring at the ceiling, his face sad, and I felt a flutter of unease in my stomach, though I couldn't have said why.
"Dean, that new mare's got thrush."
"What?" I scowled at James. "That wasn't in the vet check."
"Well, she's got it. Right rear." As he headed out the door, I walked down a few stalls, and went in with the new horse. She had her right rear hoof cocked, and picked it up quickly when I ran my hand down her leg. As I pressed a thumb into her frog, the black ooze combined with the tell-tale odor made the diagnosis simple.
"Damn," I muttered as I headed for Faith's office, but stopped as a thought occurred to me. Taylor (hunky, but, unfortunately, straight as the proverbial arrow), our farrier, was coming tomorrow. He could trim her and see how bad it was. I went back, and picked the mare's foot as deeply as I could, made sure her shavings were dry, then blanketed her for the night.
I'm Dean Winchester, general manager of a stable for a variety of horsey sports hunter/jumper, dressage, eventing, the odd pleasure horse, with a couple reining cowhorse types thrown in to keep it interesting. At any given time we have 25-35 horses, each with its owner, rider, groom, etc. I train many of the horses, and keep track of the big picture.
During the off season it's pretty mellow, but once the shows start up, it can be a madhouse. Horses shipping out and arriving, riders throwing hissy fits, grooms braiding manes and tails for the jumping arena when the horse is headed for the dressage ring. The fringe benefits are great. If you want to see some hot male bodies, go to a horse show. Damn near the entire body is used in riding a horse, and a rider at the level we consort with has had a lifetime of training, hours a day in the saddle, more hours at the gym, and it shows in lean, hard, beautifully muscled bodies. There aren't a lot of men that into horses, but the ones who are, hot damn.
Over the years, we've earned a reputation as a top notch, alternative lifestyle friendly barn. James and Ernesto met here seven years ago when I took over, bringing my groom, James, with me. They'd been partners since. The minute we set foot on the place, Ernesto stalked James up one barn aisle and down the other, finally cornering him in the hay shed, and staking his claim, so to speak, over a bale of alfalfa. James runs the fleet of stable boys required to keep a place the size of Castlewood going every day. He also monitors our inventory of alfalfa, grass hay, grain, supplements, stall shavings, etc, and tells Bella when we're getting low. Ernesto is the head groundskeeper, responsible for maintaining the buildings, fences, equipment, etc, that keeps Castlewood functioning. They live in the roomy apartment directly above my head, and are responsible for the daily welfare of the ridiculously expensive, overly pampered equine athletes lounging, eating, and voiding in the rows of stalls in our barns.
Bella, our CPA, keeps the books, invoicing and pays the bills. Tall and willowy, she is devoted to her other half, Faith. Faith is our vet. She worked for a large animal clinic outside Chicago after she graduated, which is where she met Bella. Faith got tired of treating torn cow udders and impacted pig rectums, so they looked for someplace as different from Chicago as it could be and wound up here, in East Texas. I'd been at Castlewood for about a year at that point, and had been toying with the idea of hiring our own vet. With so many horses, one of them was always needing shots, getting kicked, or developing colic. I was tired of begging the local vets to fit us into their schedule When I saw Faith's ad in Equine News, I called her. She wanted more than we could afford, but the offer of living rent-free in the cute little stone cottage by the creek at the back of the property clinched the deal, and they moved in the following week.
They also handle all the transport stuff, health certificates, truck and trailer booking, etc.. required to get a horse from point A to point B, all on time, and in good health. Faith looks like a cheerleader all tits, teeth and blond hair but she takes care of Bella and our horses with a fierce competence that made her invaluable and has me just slightly afraid of her.
JD Morgan, a very successful architect with a penchant for Gran Prix riders, owns Castlewood, but rarely makes an appearance. He prefers to travel with his rider du jour, at least until they tire of each other, at which time he'll hang out at the stable for a week or two, issuing half-assed orders no one follows, until another comely face sweeps him off to Devon or Wellington or Aachen. He keeps a home out at the west edge of the property, a large modern ranch, complete with pool, hot tub, tennis court, etc. It's a lovely place, but empty for the most part as he jets across the country ferrying his current boyfriend to the next stop on the circuit.
I'd had an outstanding junior career, winning rider of the year when I was 19, and at 22, was headed for an equally illustrious domination of the pro circuit until an over-trained, under-talented 11 year old gelding refused a jump, a wide oxer, pile-driving my left shoulder into the upright. One year and three operations later, it worked okay, but couldn't handle the stress of competition, riding 8 hours a day, 7 days a week. So, at 23, I was unemployed.
I was JD's flavor of the month at the time of the accident. He came home with me, and stayed close by until I was safely through the first surgery. Then eased his way out the door to romance my successor, a twit named Monty. But he was good to me when we were together, and I appreciated his friendship, and the freedom he gave me in running Castlewood. I'd met Sam only a few months before the accident. He and my cousin Adam kept me alive through the depression, worked out with me through the physical therapy, and gave me the emotional support I needed to get back to living after my life changed so abruptly.
I'd been riding a Castlewood horse when I was hurt. One of several owned by Chloe Teters and when I was fit to work, she presented me to JD who was ecstatic to find someone he knew and trusted to help him out of a distasteful situation. His barn manager had just been caught in flagrante delicto in the tack room with the barely 18 year old daughter of one of his major owners, and he'd been instructed to 'do something' about it immediately. He fired the guy at 7am, hired me at 8, and I've been here since, finding the job challenging, satisfying, and, thanks to JD's lingering affection for me, well paying.
So here I am at 30, blond hair, green eyes, in good shape from a fast metabolism and all those hours in the saddle. I have frequent, satisfying sex with a small, close circle of friends, men I've known for years, and an occasional trick, like the hunky Swedish vet student from a couple years ago. I'm fairly content with my life, though lately I'm feeling the urge for something more. A man of my own maybe?
My parents live in a rambling old house at the edge of a neighboring town, and we see each other frequently. I came out to them when I was 16 and heading off for my first full season of competition. They took the news with aplomb, finding it no odder than the fact that I could make a living dressing up in tight white breeches, and riding horses that cost more than their house. My mother welcomed my friends into her home with the same warmth and affection that she showed her pets. She fed and loved them, one and all.
Castlewood started life out in the boonies, but civilization crept out to meet us. Now the 400 acres we occupy is surrounded on three sides by country estates, 5 acres minimum, and by a huge open air mall across the road. The folks who live in the nearest estates have to put up with the scent of horses and their byproducts when the wind is right. Castlewood is a beautiful stable with its stately rows of pines, imposing stone buildings, and sleek, pricey horses dotting the pastures, and lends an air of country gentrification to the neighborhood.
I own one of the larger estates, purchased when they were practically giving them away cause no one wanted to live a whole thirty minutes from the nearest Starbucks. Now there's one across the road in the mall, and my place is worth fifty times what I paid for it. It's about four miles from my little barn to Castlewood, and I usually ride a horse back and forth. I own a Quarter horse mare named Xia, and the ride through the gathering dusk along the bridle paths that wander around the estates is my favorite time of day. I have a modest house by neighborhood standards and I cavort about in it with various friends almost every night. It really is a lovely place to live.
"Dean." I heard the Oklahoma drawl of my favorite cowboy and turned to smile into his brown eyes, shadowed by the brim of his Stetson. "How they hangin?" he inquired, giving my butt a friendly squeeze on his way past. At twenty-six, Zane is a good looking guy with a rangy build suitable to lounging in the saddle all day. And he's the real deal, son of a three time all around world champion cowboy, and a champion reiner in his own right. We ride together frequently, and my cow work is coming along nicely. Xia's got the build and breeding for it, and Zane is a patient teacher. He grew up on his daddy's huge ranch, riding and roping his way through the daily life of a working cattle ranch as soon as he could stay on a horse. He's an excellent trainer, having that extra bit of horse savvy that separates the good from the great. He rodeoed when he was young, taking the Youth title 2 years in a row, but quit to concentrate on reining and cow work.
He lives with Chris, my money guy, in one of the estates on the far side of the development from me. Chris bought it the same time his dad advised me to buy my place. After I was injured, I realized I needed to get smarter about money since I'd be earning less of it. Chris's father took my winnings, rider contract fees, product endorsements, and insurance settlement, and turned them into a mid seven figure portfolio by the time I was 28. He passed me along to Chris after He joined the firm.
I introduced Chris to Zane after luring him away from a stable on the other side of the county four years ago. When Zane got out of his truck that first day and realized we were a jumper and dressage barn, he almost drove away. I convinced him to take a look around, introduced him to James and Ernesto, and showed him the south barn, which already housed Xia and Bella's two Quarter horse geldings. When I told him we'd be happy to keep a few steers around the place, Faith sent our van for his horses the next day. He met Chris a week later when he stopped by the barn to have me sign some papers. They dated for a month, Zane moved in, and, as different as they are, they are one of the strongest couples I know.
"Hey. Shoer's coming tomorrow morning. I'll have him do Cher first." Who but a gay cowboy would name his horse Cher? The fact that she is a world caliber cutting horse, and had won the national finals in February only makes it funnier.
"Yeah? Well, Ah may show up jista git a gander at Taylor's ass," he said with a wink and sauntered off across the yard to the south barn. A minute later I heard Cher's nicker as she greeted him. Horses know who love 'em. I watched Zane work Cher for a while, appreciating the endless training it took to achieve those sliding stops and perfect roll backs. I stopped by the office to check in with Bella, and make sure money matters were under control. She was running her fingers through her hair in frustration, and crossed her eyes at me while she argued with the hay guy about the moldy bales.
"I don't give a rat's ass what it looked like when it got delivered to you. It's moldy now and I won't feed it. Get a truck out here by noon Wednesday or I'm going to take out an ad in Equine News and you'll be paying me to replace it!" She banged the phone down. "That guy is such a jerk. Is there no where else we can buy alfalfa?"
"Probably. Call around and see what you can find. We'll change suppliers if you can get the same deal."
"Thanks, Dean." She looked up at me. "Taylor called and said he's sending a new guy tomorrow, Skyler something."
I looked at her in horror. "Jesus, he can't do that. This is the last shoeing for Chloe's horses shipping to Westview. It needs to be right."
"I told him that. He swears this guy is good. He was insulted that I thought he'd send someone who didn't know what they were doing."
"I don't give a shit if he's insulted or not." I thought for a moment. "I'll let him do Cher first. If he's ok with her, he can do the others."
I walked back out to the barn shaking my head. It was always something. And what the hell kind of name was Skyler for a horse shoer?
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, and I was unsaddling Xia in my barn at 6:15. It was warm, so I stopped at the pool and stripped, diving in the deep end, and swimming a few laps to wash off the grunge of the day. I eventually surfaced at the shallow end right into a big droopy dick and balls dangling over the edge of the pool. Adam was laughing down at me as I put my hands on his knees, and pulled myself up when he leaned forward to kiss me, ruffling my wet hair.
Adam Anders is a gym rat and looks it, well-muscled and fit. He's a 3rd cousin twice removed or something, a couple months younger than me, and we've been best pals since we were kids. We explored each other's bodies thoroughly one long, hot August when we were fifteen and our families had taken adjoining cabins on a lake. That was the summer we both realized we liked boys, and that soft pink cock in front of my face represented a lot of firsts for me. The feelings that surged through me when I first slid it into my mouth one night in the bottom of a beached rowboat were overwhelming. Physically it was unbelievably arousing. The smell and taste and feel of him blotted everything else from my mind and I came in my shorts while I was still sucking him. Emotionally it was a watershed moment for me. It was the first time in my life that I'd felt completely right with myself. All the confusing, murky signals my mind and body had been sending me for the past few years made sense, and I finally understood. Adam will always hold a special place in my heart. You never forget your first.
"I brought stuff for burgers," he said, slipping into the water next to me. He wrapped an arm around my chest from behind, and pushed off across the pool on his back, towing me along between his legs, his dick bobbing against my back. We swam and groped and dunked each other for an hour, playing like we were still kids. We know one another inside out, and I'm more comfortable with him than anyone I know.
After a while I hopped out to turn on the grill and came back to sit on the pool steps. He dog paddled over between my knees and wrapped his arms around my waist, taking my soft cock into his mouth. I leaned back on my hands while he worked me to orgasm, following his mouth up and down my shaft with his hand. Since we've been trading blow jobs for fifteen years, he knows what I like, and it didn't take long. As he raised his wet mouth from my softening dick, I kissed him, running my tongue around his lips. "Mmmmm," I purred, hugging him. "I'll return the favor for dessert."
We grilled burgers and ate naked by the pool. I seem to eat an awful lot of meals with no clothes on. We enjoyed the sunset over the tree line beyond my pasture. Did I mention I love living here? When it was almost dark we gathered up the leftovers and went inside. Adam had brought chocolate covered strawberries from the bakery, so we ate them snuggled up on the sofa in the den, watching Casa Blanca. I was propped on my side up against one arm of the couch, and Adam was lying in front of me, nestled into my crotch, my soft cock wedged into the crack of his ass. He comes over one or two nights a week, and we usually end up just like this, fooling around on the couch while we watch TV. I was just licking the last of the chocolate from his fingers, and thinking about licking dessert number two when I heard the soft ding of the security system. I clicked the mike for the gate. "Yeah?"
"Dean?" I heard Cas's cultured voice. "Got room for one more?"
"Sure," I chuckled, clicking the gate and front door locks for him.
"Back here in the den," I called when I heard him come in the front door. Castiel James Novak is the second son of a Pennsylvania coal baron, and the nicest rich person I know. He positively drips money, from the top of his well-styled ebony hair to the toes of his Pradas, but you could dress him from the Salvation Army and it wouldn't matter. He's a good guy, and he can ride a horse like no one else. He's the leading money winner on the circuit right now and there's an Olympic gold medal tacked to his horse's stall door. He rides out of Castlewood, lucky us. He's one of the best-looking men I know. Thick jet black hair, sapphire blue eyes and a wide mouth that smiles easily. He captures your attention the minute he enters the room.
He peeked into the den, grinned when he saw Adam and me, and dropped his clothes at the door. He knelt in front of Adam, grabbed his dick and kissed him, reaching up to squeeze my shoulder with his other hand. He's very fond of Adam. I've often thought they'd be good for each other in a permanent sort of way, but nothing has come of it in the five years since I introduced them. When he finished greeting Adam, he pulled me down for a kiss, and we sort of slid to the floor in a pile. When we got sorted out, Cas was leaning against the couch, Adam was straddling his thighs facing him, and I was on my side with my head in their laps. It turned out to be a good set up and we pursued it for quite a while.
I couldn't fit both their dicks in my mouth at the same time, so I held them together and ran my tongue up one side and down the other, lingering at the top to lick and suck. The sound of them kissing above me was hard to ignore, and occasionally I went up to join them. I was curled around Adam, who had a hand in my crotch, stroking me, rolling my nuts in his palm, and slipping a finger back now and then to give my pucker a little poke, just enough to get my attention.
Eventually Cas dragged Adam back onto the sofa, and knelt between his legs. I lubed them both, running my fist up and down Cas's cock while my other hand found Adam's soft pucker, pressing a finger home quickly since he was already pretty excited. I watched as Cas entered him with one long gliding thrust. Adam began to moan, the sound changing from mild discomfort to pleasure as Cas slow fucked him using his whole length. I leaned against Adam's side, one hand on his cock, the other on my own, his arm draped over my shoulder as he rubbed my chest, pinching a nipple now and then.
Observing sex is interesting. When you're caught up in fucking, you miss so many of the finer details. How Adam closed his eyes each time Cas plunged deep into him, then opened them on the out stroke. The tightening of Adam's nipples as he neared orgasm. The ripples flowing across Cas's abdominals as his hips worked. As Cas began to thrust faster, I stood and stroked myself, watching Adam carefully so we could all shoot within a few seconds of each other. I don't know why I get such a kick out of that, but I do, so I work at it.
Suddenly Cas pulled out and jerked himself quickly, leaning over Adam on one arm. As soon as he began to shoot, he barely hung on to his cock, letting it twitch and jerk in his loose fist, pulsing out semen in hot little bursts. I was only a moment behind, and when my first load hit his belly, Adam groaned deeply and joined in. The three of us grunted and moaned for a couple minutes, and amused ourselves rubbing three different consistencies of cum around Adam's belly until he started to giggle. Eventually we staggered arm in arm up the stairs, down the hall, and into the shower.
It's an orgy room all by itself, six feet square with a tile bench around three sides, and detachable shower massage heads all over the place. Adam's talented mouth pulled another orgasm out of Cas leaving him sprawled on the bench too spent to move, so we hosed him off with a shower head. Once we were clean and mostly dry, we piled onto the bed and dragged the quilt up to our chins, arranging arms and legs for maximum contact and comfort. Since it's my house I usually get the middle, but tonight I climbed in last, and let Cas pull Adam into the curve of his body. I cozied up to Cas's warm backside, and we were off to dreamland.
The alarm woke us at 6 am, and I buzzed Maria in the kitchen that there would be three for breakfast. Yes, I have a housekeeper. She arrives at 5:30 every weekday to get my ass out of bed on time, and send me off with a healthy breakfast in my tummy. Then she cleans a little, starts dinner, and is home by the time her kids get out of school. I hired her shortly after I bought the house. She was young, scared, and illegal, so I got her legal, helped her learn English, and introduced her to her future husband Fernando, Ernesto's cousin. I pay her well and in return, she's nice to my friends, and takes good care of me. We've become close over the years, and I know it would make her happy if I found someone to come home to at night.
We grabbed a quick wake-up shower and trooped downstairs to pancakes, sausage, and orange juice. Adam is a lawyer with a large law firm in the city. He had an eight o'clock meeting, so he headed out when I did at 7. Cas had nothing going till afternoon, so he followed me to the barn to help re-set the jumping arena. We change it up regularly to keep the horses from getting stale.
I was supervising the delivery of two new jumpers when I heard a truck I didn't recognize come up the drive. It pulled in past the horse van, and stopped about ten feet away, to where I couldn't see the cab. I figured it had to be the new farrier. When I looked at the truck again, a long denim-covered leg was stretched from the seat out onto the ground, and a lean golden arm extended to the edge of the door. This was definitely not Taylor.
When I first took over Castlewood, I'd tried every farrier in the five-county area, finally settling on Taylor as our primary shoer. He's good with the horses, firm, but quiet, and has a knack for the subtleties of trimming a hoof . Our horses move better and hold up longer under hard work when Tay does their feet. He has a few guys working for him, but always does our horses himself, and I was not going to welcome this new guy with open arms until he proved to be as good as Tay. As I stared, the golden arm became a smoothly curved shoulder that merged into a beautiful wide back and narrow hips.
Everyone's forever starts somewhere and, although I didn't know it at the time, mine began when Skyler Edwards unfolded his 6'1" self from the cab of the truck. He wore bib overalls over a white tank, and a baseball cap on backwards to keep his golden blond hair out of his face. Some guys just have a presence, a 'something' about them that draws you, like a lemming to a cliff. Skyler had it. My gaze traveled slowly down his body and back up again. By the time I reached his face my respiration had increased and my palms were sweaty.
James and Ernesto had come up behind me and were watching with raised eyebrows and open mouths.
"Madre de Dios," breathed Ernesto.
James was more succinct. "Holy fuck."
I couldn't speak at all. He was spectacular. His eyes were the clear blue of the sea, crinkled at the corners; set in that strong, tan face, they were heart stopping. He was lean and hard, all sinewy muscle from wrestling uncooperative horses around all day. From his neck to his wrists, one curve melted into another, accentuated by a light sprinkle of soft golden hair. I couldn't see his legs, but doubted they would be any less awesome than the rest of him.
He was looking down at his clipboard as he began to walk toward us. Little puffs of dust kicked up from his long strides and hung in the air. When he got near, he glanced up with the beginnings of a smile, but when he met my gaze, he stopped in his tracks, and the smile died from his mouth. The pit of my stomach knotted up so quickly that I put a hand on my gut. He stood there with his clipboard clutched in one hand, knuckles white, arm muscles tensed. It was one of those moments that you read about, but think can't possibly happen in real life.
"I…uh…I'm…" He stopped and swallowed. "I'm Sky, the shoer," he murmured, staring at me.
I stood there mute, rooted to the ground, until James goosed me. "Ooh. Dean Winchester, manager. Hi." I managed to shuffle forward, and held out my hand. He stared at it for a second, and then closed his fingers over mine in a gradually tightening grip that had me wincing in a few seconds. Farriers have strong hands.
He dropped my hand with a chagrined look. "Sorry." He glanced around the yard. "Where should I park?"
"Back up to the middle door. We'll use those cross ties." I waved a hand toward the barn door, and he nodded and got back in his truck. The sight of those bibs tightening over his round ass as he lifted his leg into the truck had all three of us gulping for air. I went to get Cher. When I arrived with the mare, Sky had his truck opened up, his nail box out, and was buckling his heavy leather shoeing apron around his hips where it settled low in front, accentuating his package. I closed my eyes and counted to five, and then turned the mare around in the cross tie stall where she switched her tail, and eyed Sky almost as much as I had.
"She's pretty quiet, but I'll hold her for you," I said as he walked around Cher, talking softly to her and scratching her neck. You face the back of the horse a lot when you're shoeing so I had time to study Sky, and I liked everything I saw. He was good with the horse, quiet, but firm, and he had an incredible ass.
Zane came whistling around the corner, and stopped dead when he caught sight of Sky leaning casually on Cher. "Good Gawd Almighty, who are you?"
I jumped in before Sky could get his mouth open. "Zane, Sky, one of Taylor's guys." Sky held out his hand. Zane stared at it for a long moment just like I had, and I wondered how Sky got through a day. I suppose not every man he shook hands with was gay, but still. They shook, lingering a little. Zane was happily partnered with Chris, but even he wasn't immune to Sky's charm or pheromones or whatever the hell it was.
Sky said. "Pleasure to meet you." Zane gave him another once over before he headed off to the south barn to get his reining horse.
Before he started on her front feet, Sky asked me to trot her out and back, and on the return, I glanced up to see if he wanted us to go again, but he was staring at my crotch and apparently hadn't seen a single step the horse had taken. I silently thanked whatever gods had made me put on my snuggest training tights this morning; it's always nice to know you're looking hot when you need to be. When he realized we were just standing there, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before asking me to trot her again. Finally I left him with James on the lead, and went off to ride a three year old filly that Chloe had purchased sight unseen few months ago. She was a joy to ride. We worked on gait transitions for a while, and then I handed the reins to one of the stable boys and went to take a leak.
I pushed the door open, and there stood Sky with his dick in one hand pissing a hard stream into the urinal. Christ, what a sight. He'd undone the straps of his bibs which were hanging halfway down his thighs and had his other hand under his tank, running it over his chest and belly, obviously enjoying himself. He was wearing a jock under the bibs and had pulled his cock out one side of the pouch. A trimmed golden triangle curled around the base of his penis, the tan cheeks of his ass were framed by the white straps of the jock and, once again, I was struck dumb.
I stood there staring at his cock long past what could have been shrugged off as natural male curiosity. He finished peeing, stroked himself a couple times, either for my benefit or just because it felt good, and was tucking back into the jock before I managed to drag my eyes up to his amused gaze. He cocked an eyebrow at me as he hitched up the bib straps and slid by me out the door, brushing his crotch lightly along my arm on the way past. I closed my eyes and hung my head. Damn, Dean, get a grip. The guy was turning me into a moron. I pissed, gave it a couple strokes to make myself feel better, and headed back to the barn where Sky was finishing up.
I hazarded a glance at Sky but he was absorbed in the final rasping of a front foot. He set it down, narrowed his eyes at each hoof in turn, and pronounced the gelding done. He glanced at me and blinked, expecting James, I guess, and I gave him a bright smile, hoping to get by the men's room incident as quickly as possible. He held my gaze a moment, expressionless, and then turned to watch the skinny grey mare come down the barn aisle. I swapped leads with James, and led the mare into the cross ties.
"She's thrushy in her off hind," I said. "I need you to trim her close so we can see how bad it is."
He nodded as he watched the mare cock that toe. "Sore."
"A little," I agreed.
He nodded again, and went to work on her. When he had her trimmed, he waved me down so he could show me. Our knees bumped when I squatted next to him, but I didn't move away. We decided that the mare wasn't too bad, and he finished shoeing her. I gave her a tetanus shot, and James took her off to soak her foot in an antiseptic bath. I got called away to help load an uncooperative Arab, and when I got back, Sky had packed up and all I could see of him was the dust trail his truck made as it went down the lane. I stared after him until the air cleared.
The following Saturday morning we had a dressage test at Show Park, the local horse show venue, and I stopped for a mocha on the way. Someone held the door as I reached it, and I glanced up with a smile and a 'thanks,' but it stuck in my throat when I saw Skys grinning face. His pale blue polo and khakis were a far cry from the bibs. He looked absolutely edible.
He followed me in, and we joined the line. After taking a long look at my tall black boots, white breeches, and formal shirt under the short black jacket, he met my eyes again. "Dressage? Thought you rode jumpers."
"I do, mostly. Today is just a test before the regionals, and everybody rides. It's good experience. How'd you know I jumped?"
"Tay said." He stared into the pastry case for a moment, then turned back to me and bit his lower lip. From the expression on his face, I thought he might be about to declare his undying love, but instead he said, "I'll be back out early Monday to check the grey mare." I nodded, we got our coffees, and left.
I got to the barn around 7am on Monday, just in time to watch Sky back into place by the middle doors. I was determined to act like a normal person this time and wandered casually over to his truck. As I opened the door for him, he handed me a to-go cup. "Grande mocha, one sugar, lots of whipped cream" he announced, grinning at me when my face registered my surprise. Not just good looking, and hung like the proverbial horse, but kind and thoughtful, too? Could he get any better? I had to find out. I looked into those mesmerizing blue eyes, putting a little heat in it, and the humor drained out of his face to be replaced with something that made my heart pound.
"Come over tonight," I purred softly. "I want to spend some time with you without an audience." I cut my eyes at James and Faith, smiling at us from the office door. He looked at me carefully, running his eyes over my face before nodding, got out of the truck, and went to work. I enjoyed my mocha while he approved the grey mare's progress, and just before he left, I tucked a note with my cell # and address into his front bib pocket. He patted it and gave me a smile.
I called Maria with a few requests, then called Sam and Adam, who each had permanent security codes to my place, and told them I needed the house to myself tonight. With that accomplished, I zombied through the rest of the day. When I got home, I showered quickly, jogged down the stairs, and puttered in the kitchen waiting for Sky who arrived around 7, freshly showered and looking like pure sin.
"Hello, Cowboy." I greeted him and pulled him through the door. He followed me to the kitchen, and I poured wine for both of us, then led the winding way to the jungle pool with its hot tub tucked in one corner. Maria had laid out towels, and placed candles here and there.
Then things kind of ground to a halt. I'm not a bashful guy, but I just couldn't relax with him. My palms were sweaty, and I couldn't think of a damn thing to say that didn't sound idiotic. I turned away from him slightly, cursing this as a bad idea when I felt his big warm hand slide down my chest. He spread his feet slightly, pulled me back against him, and put his mouth to my ear.
"Thanks for having me over," he said softly. "I was gonna ask if you didn't." He hooked his hand up over my opposite shoulder and squeezed softly, holding me against him.
I draped a hand over his arm, and we stood there quite a while, sipping our wine and watching the sun go down. His chest rose and fell in deep, even breaths behind me, and I could feel the steady thud of his heart against my back. When it was almost dark, he turned to me, and I felt his warm breath wash across my cheek. "Gonna feed me?"
"Yeah. Sorry." I reluctantly pulled free of his arm, and stepped away from him to get some platters of cheese, crackers, fruit and cold chicken out of the fridge by the barbecue. I arranged them on the edge of the fire pit, and he sat down close to me on a chaise lounge while we ate. At one point he plucked a grape and offered it to me, his hand a couple inches from my mouth so that I had to reach for it. I took the first knuckle of his finger as well, and heard him suck in a quick breath as I tickled the tip of it with my tongue while it slid from my lips. Such a hokey old move, but sooo effective.
I guess that broke the ice cause the next thing I knew, I was on my back on the chaise, and Sky was above me, braced on those beautiful golden arms, lowering his face to mine. Dear lord, could he kiss. I've been kissed by a lot of men, a few women, and a couple horses but he was in a class by himself. Slow, deep, sincere. He kissed like he meant it. I've met people who hug that way. You come away from one of their hugs all warm inside with a silly smile on your face. After several minutes of learning every inch of my mouth, he pulled back slightly and looked at me. I lay there, slack jawed, eyes shut, totally undone.
I took a page from James's book with a heartfelt, breathless, "Holy Fuck."
He sort of choked, and jumped to his feet. I opened my eyes and looked at him, but he avoided my gaze and stripped off his clothes quickly, then pulled me to my feet and tugged my shirt off. If he looked good dressed, it was nothing compared to how he looked naked. He was golden all over except for his small dark nipples, pinkish brown cock, and darker scrotum which hung full and inviting between his thighs. The only hair on his body was a light haze on his forearms and lower legs, and a little ribbon trailing down from his belly button to the blond triangle I'd seen in the men's room at the barn. The rest of him was smooth and tan, a silken veneer over the hard planes of his chest, and the tight muscles of his belly. Wow.
I finally roused myself enough to help, and we eased into the hot bubbling water, settling thigh to thigh on a deep bench. He draped his arms out along the rim of the tub, his fingertips resting lightly on my shoulder. I gathered my wits about me, determined to stop acting like a love struck teenager.
We talked more easily after that. I learned that he was twenty-seven and had grown up in Kentucky with an older brother and sister, leaving the one horse town of his birth the day after high school graduation. He'd ridden all his life and loved horses, but needed to make a living, so becoming a farrier seemed like the best option. After two years of school in Missouri, he'd been practicing for six years and had moved here a couple months ago. His brother had gone to college with Taylor's sister, and Tay had offered him a job when one of his other guys moved to California. As I told him about my career-ending accident, he pulled me a little closer, hearing the regret in my voice, and I leaned into him, enjoying the solid comfort of his body.
When we were both pruney and sweating, I pulled him up out of the tub and shoved him into the pool, leaping in after him with a big splash. I came up sputtering with no Sky in sight, and thought 'fuck, he can't swim and I've killed him.' I was about to dive and look for him when he grabbed me around the waist from behind, and shot us both up out of the water like dolphins. We crashed back into the pool and he rolled me around until we were face to face, my arms around his neck, his hands on my ass, both of us treading water just enough to stay afloat. He licked a drop of water off my nose, then closed his mouth over mine and almost drowned us both as we stopped kicking to concentrate on the kiss.
He paddled us to the steps where he rolled onto his back, and pulled me on top of him, belly to belly, holding my head with both hands so he could look me in the face. I flattened my hands against his chest, feeling his nipples harden into my palms, and stared back into those beautiful blue eyes. Finally he spoke in a low voice. "I wanna be with you, Dean."
I smiled at him gently. "Sky, I asked you over here to get to know you better, not to jump you on the first date."
"I know. I want to." When I didn't reply immediately, a shadow crossed his face, and he began to shift out from under me. "Forget it. Sorry."
I gripped his shoulders, holding him to me. "No, I want to. Jesus, you have no idea how much. I just don't want you to think I expect it."
"I don't think that." He nuzzled his face into my neck. "Please."
We climbed out of the pool, and I led Sky to the little cabana hidden under the waterfall. It's a special place, sort of a hideaway, and only Sam has ever shared it with me. We toweled each other dry which led to some of the most arousing foreplay I've ever experienced. We went slowly, both of us feeling whatever it was that had stopped him in his tracks and struck me mute the day we'd met. We kissed for a long time, standing by the side of the big bed, running our hands over each others bodies, learning the curves and valleys, memorizing the quick intakes of breath that signaled a sensitive spot. He had good hands, as I've said before, and he knew how to use their strength firmly but gently.
By the time he pushed me down onto the bed, neither of us was steady on our feet. He lowered himself onto me, letting most of his weight press me into the mattress from chest to thigh, and supported himself on his elbows so he could look me in the face. "Before we do this, I need you to know that I've only been with a few guys." He looked a little defiant at this admission, but swallowed and continued on. "I mean, I know what to do but..." He buried his face in the curve of my neck, and mumbled something else. Gone was the flirty man from the bathroom, rubbing his chest, and pissing like a stallion. I was holding a shy, embarrassed kid, and the change startled me.
I rubbed his back a moment, then tugged on his hair a little, trying to get him to lift his head. "Sky. It's okay. Talk to me. What else did you say?"
He raised his head and stared at me, his blue eyes dark, then said bleakly, "I said I've never fucked." I stared at him blankly for a moment, speechless yet again. It was becoming a bad habit.
"Never fucked or never been fucked?" I finally asked.
"Both. Neither. I've never done it." His eyes stayed on mine this time and some of the tension left his body as my smile widened.
"You made it to 27 without some stud talking you into it?" I grinned at him and squeezed his butt.
He snorted. "It just never felt right, you know? I didn't feel like I knew enough to fuck somebody and I didn't trust anyone I was with to fuck me, so . . . here I am, virgin territory, at your service." At his words my cock lurched hard between us and he glanced away again, but came right back to me when I spoke.
"Did you think that would put me off somehow?"
"I don't know. Maybe." He blew out a long breath. "Yeah, I guess I thought maybe you wouldn't want to bother with someone who didn't do everything."
I smiled at him. "It's not a requirement, you know. They won't revoke your queer card if you don't fuck." He thought about that for a minute. "Do you think you'd rather be on the receiving end or . . . ? Most guys end up liking one more than the other, although some guys are versatile and love both, like me." I circled the flat of my hand down his back.
"Top probably, but I gotta try both, don't you think? I mean, how the hell will I know, otherwise?"
"Well, some guys can't stand the thought of anything in their ass." As I said this I casually slid a finger down the crack of his ass and he tipped his hips and spread his legs a little, responding to the pressure of my hand. "Doesn't look like that'll be a problem for you," I chuckled as Sky pushed up into my hand. I played with him for a while, and soon he was breathing heavy and his erection was rock hard next to mine, pressing into my belly.
"Ohhh, Dean, that feels good," he groaned when I paused. "I'm ready. I've just been waiting for the right guy to come along."
"Well, we may get there but right now I want to do something with this." I nudged his cock with my own, then rolled him onto his back and slid down his body until I was kneeling between his legs. His penis throbbed slightly with each beat of his heart and he watched me with a little smile which disappeared abruptly when I wrapped my hand firmly around him.
"Ohhh, God," he moaned, pushing up into my fist. I popped the top on a little bottle of lube from the bedside table and dribbled some onto the tip of his cock from about two feet up. He closed his eyes and flopped back, then jammed a pillow behind his head and watched as I rubbed it around with a finger tip, trailing down the underside of his prick until I reached his balls. Before long he was slippery as an eel and panting as I stroked him long and slow, rolling his balls in my other hand, rubbing the soft wrinkled skin gently between my fingers.
"Slide your feet up," I told him, pulling on one knee to give him the idea. I increased the tempo of my strokes slightly and slid my other hand down below his balls, pressing firmly with the heel of my hand and probing with my fingers. When I located my target, I gently pushed a finger about halfway into him. He groaned, arched his head back and instinctively grabbed his knees, lifting his feet from the bed. I eased further into him and felt for his prostate. I started a slow in and out, rotating my hand to brush over it on every in stroke. He clenched his teeth and grunted softly each time I touched it, tipping his pelvis down to increase the pressure.
"Fuck, I'm close," he muttered through bared teeth. His balls were tight to the base of his cock and he was pumping into my hand. I began to stroke my finger more quickly as I tugged his cock and he came a few seconds later, bucking as he emptied himself onto his chest and belly, strangled moans welling from his throat. I held his prick firmly, letting him move into my hand until he was finished. Then I stroked myself, using the string of precum hanging from the tip of my dick for lube and came in a few minutes, my release joining his in the valleys of his 6-pack. I wiped the worst of it up with a towel, then crawled onto him, letting my weight down slowly but he grabbed me hard, trembling a little.
"God, I knew it would be better with someone I cared about." He froze when he realized what he'd said and I felt him cringe a little at the honesty of the words.
I hugged him tight and whispered into his neck, "Good. It's supposed to be better when you care about each other. Come shower with me." We played till the hot water ran out, making goofy hairdos with the shampoo until we were both giggling like kids. He was a great combination of silly, sexy, intelligent, and hot, and I was falling for him more every minute.
When we came back to the bed, he pulled me down next to him and looked at me soberly. "Please fuck me, Dean. I trust you and I want it to be you." I could hardly resist a request like that, not with those blue eyes staring trustingly into mine. I rolled onto him, kissing him slowly, holding his head in my hands as we explored each other's mouths. Sky was a truly excellent kisser, his lips firm and warm, the skin very soft; his tongue probing gently but insistently into the most sensitive areas of my mouth. I almost forgot my original agenda as he sucked on my tongue. I could feel each pull on my cock and I could have come like that with no problem. But I wanted to explore all of him so I finally eased away from his mouth, licking and nibbling my way behind his ear, down his neck, along the top line of his shoulder and into the curve of his armpit. I nudged his arm up a little and breathed in the scent of him. He was fresh out of the shower, but his own unique aroma came through loud and clear, ramping my level of arousal up another notch. I ran my hand over the bicep that bulged up, feeling the baby-soft skin under his arm. God, Sky was just one sensory treat after another. The sight, smell, taste, and feel of him had me hotter than I'd been in ages.
I slid my mouth down to his nipple, already tight and hard. Sky gasped when I dragged my tongue across, then shuddered out a breath as I closed my mouth over it and sucked gently, tugging on it now and then. His chest was heaving as he panted and I hadn't even gotten to the good parts yet. I stopped at his belly button for a moment, tickling my tongue into the little depression, then following the trail of golden hair to the tip of his cock. His belly was matted and slippery with precum, and even as I watched, another big drop oozed from his slit and slid down the head of his cock, hanging from the rim for a moment, then falling in a shimmery strand to the tense muscles of his stomach. I touched my tongue to the tip of his penis, making slow circles, then lowered my mouth onto him. He groaned deeply and pushed up into my throat.
Finally I pulled him up by the hand and dripped a puddle of lube into his palm. "Get me ready," I said softly to him. The calluses at the base of his fingers added a slightly rougher texture as he gripped me, spreading lube and making me hard as marble. His other hand squeezed my balls gently until I had to stop him. Afraid he'd done something I disliked, he glanced up when I put my hand on his but I reassured him with a smile.
"It feels too nice. I'm gonna need a lot of control to make it good for you." He smiled at that and lay back down. I lubed my hand and his ass, then slid my finger into him again. Sky was ready for me this time and just sucked in a breath when I penetrated him. In a few minutes he took my second finger with only a little "mmm" and when he was moaning with each movement of my hand, I stroked myself till I was real hard, pushed his knees back farther and pressed the tip of my dick to him, rubbing a little to let him feel me. He had his eyes closed but nodded for me to go ahead.
"Keep breathing and push a little," I told him as I pressed firmly against him. Nothing happened for a moment, then I felt him push back and I popped in. Sky gave a little cry at the unfamiliar sensation but went back to deep breaths almost immediately. I held still until I felt him relax and even then didn't move again until he made a questioning sound. I reached for his hands, turning them palms up, wrapping my fingers around his wrists as he did the same to me. Using my grip on his arms to hold him in place, I started a real slow push that took me fully into him over half a minute or so. The knowledge that I was the first man to do this to him had me really wound up and I had to concentrate like crazy to go slowly. He was vibrating by the time I bottomed out, and I went still again, rubbing my thumbs over the soft skin of his inner wrists.
"Dean?" His voice trembled and I could hear his ragged breathing over the sound of the waterfall.
"Yeah. You okay?" He didn't reply, just lay there, eyes tight shut, shaking, and he was starting to scare me a little. I had been as gentle as I knew how and I was about to withdraw when he finally spoke.
"God, it's incredible Dean. I can feel your heart beat inside me." He opened his eyes and looked at me. The blue was dark with arousal and I felt a sudden rush of emotion for him, unexpected but welcome.
"Are you okay?" I asked him again, needing to hear it before I could bring myself to move.
"Yeah. What do I feel like to you?"
"Tight." He snorted. "Warm and smooth. You feel really good." I released his wrists and took a grip around the front of his thighs. "I'm gonna move a little. Tell me if it hurts."
"'Kay." He was smiling at me as I pulled out a few inches but when I sank back in, his face contorted and his hands twisted in the sheet. I closed my eyes and tuned into him. He made a little 'unh' noise each time my hips met his ass, and I could also hear the slick sounds of my cock sliding in and out of the tight ring of his opening. His hands gripped my wrists, his fingers flexing and releasing with each stroke. The muscles of his thighs were hard in my hands and the scent of us, our arousal, our sweat, filled my head with every breath I took. I gave Sky as long a ride as I could but the whole thing was just too fucking good and I felt myself losing the battle for control. Once I began stroking his cock, it was only a minute or two until he shuddered and began thrusting hard into my hand. I pulled out of him, grabbed us both in the same fist and stroked us to a pounding orgasm. When we finally twitched to a stop, we were covered in goo but I was too tired to care. I collapsed next to him, both of us completely exhausted by the intensity of the experience.
I'd only been first for one other person, Adam, 15 years ago, when I knew nothing, and I'd been surprised and a little nervous when Sky confided his virginity to me. Taking it is a big deal for both of us, and I was pleased that it had been good for him. We dozed off and when I next looked at the clock it was 2:17am. A few candles were still burning and when I rolled my head to Sky, I could see he was on his side watching me. I smiled at him. "Hey. Can't sleep?"
"Thank you." His voice was very soft but the waterfall had shut off at 2 so I could hear him easily. He didn't return my smile, just studied my face with careful eyes.
"My pleasure." I took his left hand in mine and pressed its palm to my chest. He continued to watch me soberly. "What are you thinking?"
His eyes flickered away for a second, then came back and locked on mine. He sighed deeply. "I don't want to tell you. I don't want to scare you away."
"I can pretty much promise you that won't happen." I pressed a kiss to his palm, put it back on my chest and rubbed it slowly from side to side. "Please tell me."
He rolled onto his back with a sigh and stared at the ceiling. "I knew I was gay in high school but that's not something you announce in rural Montana, not if you want to stay alive. So I went to Chicago after high school. It was easier there but the guys I met just wanted sex and it seemed so . . . empty." I squeezed his hand and he took a deep breath.
"All the guys my age were just trying to see how many people they could screw. I didn't meet hardly any couples who'd been together for more than a few months. It was depressing and I thought if this is being gay, I don't want any part of it. Then I went to farrier school and the guys in Missouri were more normal. I started to think maybe it was possible to find someone I could love and who might love me back."
"I moved out here when Tay needed another shoer. He was pretty nervous about sending me to Castlewood that first time. I guess he thought you'd kick me off the place if I didn't do right by your horses." He glanced at me. "But I did okay, huh?"
"Yeah, you were good. When Cher didn't kick your teeth in, I knew you'd be alright."
"You said she was quiet!"
"She is quiet. She just hates shoers. But I could tell she liked you or I would have warned you."
Sky chuckled, then sobered up again. "When I first saw you . . . " His voice trailed off and he swallowed hard. "God, I feel like a teenager with his first crush. Please don't hate me." He swallowed again and before I could speak, he rushed it out. "When I saw you, my stomach went nuts. It was like all those stupid romance books my sister used to read out loud to torture me when she babysat. I couldn't hear anything except my heart pounding in my head and I thought my knees were gonna fold. I thought I was having a stroke or something." He stopped and tried to pull his hand from mine in embarrassment but I pulled harder and rolled him back to me. His eyes were squeezed shut and his chin was tucked down into his chest.
"Sky." I cupped his face with my free hand. He just lay there so I shook him. "Damnit, I need you to look at me when I tell you that I felt something, too." His eyes shot open at that and I could see the muscles in his jaw tighten.
"I thought you were just angry it wasn't Tay."
I snorted. "No, I was struck dumb by the sight of your gorgeous self getting out of the truck." I put some humor in it and tickled him. He giggled and I made him squirm around until I had him near me, then I let my voice go serious again. "I felt something, too." I said it low and soft right next to his ear, then kissed his neck.
He let out a ragged breath and curled into me. "I was scared to tell you but after you made love to me, I had to."
I turned my back to him, scooting close until he was wrapped around me. "Sleep. We'll talk more in the morning."
Maria woke us at 6 with a tap on the door. "Breakfast is by the pool."
"Thanks," I mumbled, stretching, feeling Sky start to stir behind me. I rolled over and watched him wake up. He was on his back and when his eyes opened to an unfamiliar ceiling, I felt him tense and he tried to turn away from me. I grabbed his chin.
"Don't go getting all shy on me now. We have to talk. Come on." I dragged him out of bed and into the bathroom. He started pissing while I turned on the shower, then I joined him at the toilet, playfully angling my stream into his. He shot me a weird look and I figured this must be another first for him. Laughing, I shoved him into the shower and soaped him from head to toe, playing with his ass. "How do you feel?"
He thought about it for a second, then shrugged. "Fine. It never really hurt, just sort of surprised me, I think. And it was kind of overwhelming emotionally, knowing that it was finally happening." He gave me that somber look I was beginning to recognize. "It was amazing, Dean. I'm glad it was you."
He leaned in to kiss me and one thing led to another, actually two others, as we managed near-simultaneous orgasms there in the steamy shower. By the time we got to breakfast, I figured it would be stone cold but marvelous Maria had put the hot dishes over those clever little warming candles and it was wonderful. Obviously something of my excitement yesterday on the phone had gotten through to her because we dined on Southwestern omelets, home fries, bacon, made-from-scratch blueberry muffins and fresh squeezed OJ. Our clothes were hung neatly over the backs of a couple chairs and fresh towels were piled by the Jacuzzi.
"Jesus Christ!" Sky exclaimed when I took the lids off the serving dishes. "Do you always eat like this? And did you win the fucking lotto or something?" he continued, vaguely waving a hand around to indicate the estate. "I meant to ask you last night but I, uh, got side tracked."
I smirked at him and heaped food onto my plate. "No, I didn't win the lotto. I was smart enough to find a good investment counselor when I was winning big and he made me rich. Plus, I stole this place." I explained my Starbucks theory and he grinned. He gazed around while I talked, watching Xia grazing in the pasture below us, taking in the lush beauty of the jungle pool in the pink light of dawn. I did mention I love living here, right?
As he began to eat, I knew I had to get us talking. "I meant what I said last night. I wasn't just blowing smoke up your ass." His eyes shot up to mine for a moment, then back to his plate and he gave a small nod. "I like you. We feel good in bed and I want us to spend some time together and see what happens." I stopped and watched him while he swallowed and lifted his face to me.
"Me, too." He said it with conviction. "Sex was never that good so I pretty much quit going out. I just took care of myself. I give great hand jobs." He rolled his eyes and shook his head at himself.
I grinned at him. "Yeah, I know."
He went back to his eggs and soon we were up at the house, meeting Maria and getting out the door to his car, a blue Explorer that had seen better days. I kissed him and told him I'd call him later to firm up something for the next day or two. As he drove off, I went back thru the house, jogged to the barn and saddled Xia in record time, assuring her that she'd get breakfast at the stable.
I phoned Sam on the way and caught him supervising preparations for a banquet. "Hey Gorgeous. Can you come over tonight? I need to talk to you."
"Sure." There was a pause. Then, "I need to talk to you, too."
"Yeah? Okay. See you then." I snapped the phone shut and looked at it for a moment before shoving it back in my pocket, wondering what was up with him. Sleepless that night a couple weeks ago, needing to talk to me now. Sam had never been an open book and I wondered if I was about to find out more than I wanted to know.
I spent a good part of the day thinking about what I wanted to say to him. He was very important to me and I knew that he cared for me, too, though we had never discussed it much. He was a constant in my life, someone I talked to almost daily, had sex with several times a week. Someone whose cooking I loved and whose cock I knew as well as my own. My best friend. I couldn't imagine life without him.
But I needed to spend some time with Sky, just the two of us. If things worked out well, he'd meet my friends, the men I slept with regularly. It was way too soon to be thinking about it but I did anyway. What if Sky turned out to be 'it'? The man I'd been waiting for all my life? Someone I could share a future with? Could I give up sleeping with Sam? And Cas, Adam, Zane and Chris? Not to mention the occasional vet student. Would Sky even expect me to? I knew several couples who played only as couples. Zane and Chris being one. They enjoyed a little variety, but only together. Since I had introduced them, they considered me safe from temptation and we got together a few times a month.
Those were fun evenings. No 'date' pressure, just satisfying sex with good friends. Usually we'd watch a porn flick for the first round, marveling at the huge cocks some of those guys had. None of us had ever met a true 11x6 dick and weren't sure what we'd do with it if we did. You can't cram the whole thing in your mouth and the thought of it inside me was more than a little scary. But it was hot to watch and produced some powerful orgasms for the three of us. We masturbated when we watched a movie, piled on the couch together, towels at the ready, kissing and playing with each others balls. Watching another guy jerk his own cock, all the little things he does different than you, the expressions on his face, the sounds he makes. It really winds me up and I forget all about the movie and get off watching Zane and Chris instead.
As I pondered all these heavy thoughts, my cell phone rang. I flipped it open without looking at the display and heard heavy breathing, panting and moaning, then "Oh, fuck, yeah baby, work it for me, oh God!"
I was so astounded that I held the phone out in front of me and checked the display. Sky. By the time I got it back to my ear, he was laughing his ass off and my cock was half hard. "You're lucky as hell you dialed right. This could be your mother," I told him, which set him off laughing again.
"Your name came up on the display when the call connected. Jesus, do you think I'd do that if I wasn't sure it was you?"
"You're crazy, Cowboy. Where the hell are you?"
"Out in Abby's back forty, checking her two year olds' legs. There's no one around for miles." Abigail Pennington owned a couple hundred acres at the east edge of the county and she raised all sorts of performance horses, the top 4 or 5 of which trained at Castlewood. I'd be riding one of them later this afternoon. Abby's husband Glen financed her equine adventures with good humor and lots of cold, hard cash.
"I'm glad you called. I need to see a friend tonight so are you free tomorrow night?"
"Yeah." I could hear disappointment in the single word but at this point, I needed to talk to Sam more than I needed to make Sky feel good.
"Great. See you then. I'm looking forward to it."
"Me, too. Bye."
I stood there for a moment, staring into space and thinking about Sky. Fuck. The more I thought about never sleeping with Sam again, the more sure I was that I couldn't (wouldn't?) do that. I loved him. I loved him too much to never taste his mouth again or feel the hot slide of his cock into me. But what if Sky couldn't (wouldn't?) accept that? And why was I agonizing over this anyway? I'd slept with him exactly once. Okay, three orgasms worth but you know what I mean. I shook my head, re-arranged my stiff cock and went back to work.
When Sam strolled into the den a few hours later, hair tied back in a black leather string (quiet mode), I hugged him to me and just stood there with my face pressed to his. He wrapped his arms around me and rocked me a little, like you would a kid. Finally he eased away, cupped my chin and kissed me softly, then pulled back to look me in the eyes. "Dean, what's wrong?"
When I didn't reply immediately, he led me to the couch, sank back against one of the arms and pulled me down between his legs, my back to his chest, and held me close to him. I lay my head back on his shoulder as his warm hand slipped under my shirt, rubbing slowly up and down my stomach. My cock stirred a little at his touch, welcoming an old friend. How many times had we sat like this, talking over our day, content in each other's company? I stayed quiet for a bit, enjoying the feel of his hand. He didn't push me, just waited patiently until I spoke.
"I've met someone."
His hand hesitated for a fraction of a second, and he took a deeper breath before he spoke. "'The someone?"
"I don't know. Maybe. I barely know him." I picked up his free hand in mine and studied it, running my fingertip along the lines in his palm, tracing the veins on the back of his hand. He kept his nails short and manicured since his hands were always on display at the restaurants. "Do you love me?"
Against my back I felt his heart rate increase to match my own, and knew that we were going down a road neither of us could turn around on. "Yes. I love you, Dean. Did you doubt it?"
"No. But we never say it and . . . I needed to hear it."
There was a long silence, and then Sam spoke. "Are you ending our relationship?"
His voice was not quite steady, and the blunt rawness of his words had me turning to him in surprise. His face was expressionless, but his eyes gave him away. Dark and liquid, they searched mine carefully, and he looked more vulnerable than I'd ever seen him.
"No! No. God. I knew before you came over tonight that I couldn't do that." I settled back down against him, stroking my hand along his bare arm, ruffling the dark hair, and we were quiet for a bit. "What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked him.
He sighed, and said softly but very clearly, "I am in love with you, Dean." He stopped me when I tried to twist toward him. "I have been for years."
I struggled in his arms. "Let me go!" He loosened his hold on me, and I turned quickly to kneel between his legs, gripping his wrists, staring at him. "You're in love with me?"
He nodded, looking at me gravely. "Remember the day Chloe's horse kicked you and I stayed here a few days taking care of you?" He glanced away, looking into the cold fireplace. "I imagined doing that forever." He turned back to me. "But you got better and made it clear that you didn't need me any more."
There was a bitter note in his voice that tore at me. "No! I was afraid if I needed you too much, you'd pull away, and I didn't want to lose you. God, why didn't you tell me?"
"I almost did, but I was afraid, too. You had Adam and whoever else back then, and I didn't feel I could ask you to choose, so I became your friend. Your lover. After a while, it was almost enough."
"And now? Is that what you want, Sam? Do you want it to be just you and me?"
"No, not any more. I did, at first, but I like Adam, Cas and the other guys, and I enjoy fooling around with them. Eventually I realized that what I really wanted was for you to need me. For us to need each other. I want what everyone wants, Dean. The security of knowing you'll be there for me at the end of every single day. To make plans together that go farther out than just a couple days. To make some sort of life together."
I crawled up onto his chest and began to kiss him, but he pushed me gently back. "What about you, Dean? What do you want?"
I shook my head and shrugged a little. "I don't know any more. When we first met, I fell in love with you, but I knew there was someone else. You didn't talk to me about him, so I didn't know what to think. I thought it must be pretty serious, and I was just glad when you had time for me." He closed his eyes for a moment, but didn't speak. "Is this why you've been a little off the past couple weeks?"
He nodded. "It was getting too hard to be just your fuck buddy. I need more, Dean. I love you, and I want more."
"Is that what you think you are to me? My 'fuck buddy'? Jesus, Sam!"
"What then? What am I to you?"
"My best friend. I don't want to lose you. But I like Sky. I want to get to know him better."
He didn't speak for quite a while and when he did, it was in a voice I'd never heard from him, cool and remote, and it made my skin crawl. "I understand. But I can't hang around while you see him. Now that you know how I feel, I can't . . . I can't be with you. Not until you figure it out, one way or the other." He took my face in his hands and kissed me very softly, then pushed me away again, less gently this time, rose from the couch and walked out of the room. The thud of the front door closing behind him was loud in the quiet house, and I jerked at the sound.
I was miserable the next day. I kept replaying our conversation in my head, but it always ended with the finality of the front door clicking shut. Even the thought of seeing Sky tonight wasn't much help. I didn't get home till 6:30 and was just getting out of the shower when I heard the security ding of Sky's car coming up the drive. I yanked on jeans and jogged down the stairs to let him in. He was dressed casually and as usual, his golden good looks took my breath away for a minute. I kissed him briefly and led him into the den where Maria had left us a cold supper. After I poured two glasses of wine, I turned to him on the couch, bringing my knee up to rest against his leg.
"Sky. We don't know each other well at all, and I haven't had a chance to tell you about my friends, my life away from the barn. I fuck around with several guys on a regular basis. One of them, Sam, has been a good friend for years." He looked away from me and I saw his face harden, knowing what was coming. "When I told him that I met you, we started talking about our relationship, something we hadn't done before."
He held up a hand and rose from the couch, shaking his head as he walked across the room. "I don't need to hear the rest. You love him, don't you? I can hear it in your voice."
"Yes, I love him. But it's not that simple. I'm attracted to you, and I want to spend some time with you, but not in bed. That's too easy." I got up and went to him, wrapping my arms around him from behind. He stiffened but didn't pull away. "I'm not sorry I slept with you, but I'm not going to do it again until I get a few things figured out." I took him back to the couch, pulling him close against me as we sank down. "Sky, you need to meet my buddies. They'll like you as much as I do, and it'll be good for you."
We sat there for a couple hours, kissing a little, talking a lot. He had never lived completely out, as a gay man comfortable with himself and his life, and he asked me all sorts of questions about my friends and family, how I handled discrimination (badly and legally, if I had to) and things like whether I was affectionate with other men in public (yes, but not blatantly). Answering him in depth made me think about myself, about how I lived, what I cared about and believed in. By the time he left, he was willing to meet Cas and Adam, so I called Adam and we set it up for the following Friday night at his place.
Sky hugged me for a long time at the door. "Thanks for being honest with me."
After he left, I sat in the dark den for another hour, thinking about Sam and Sky. They were so different, yet I was very attracted to both of them. Sam was quiet, deep, and I knew that there were parts of himself he'd probably never share with me. We had a lot of history together, years spent in each other's company, so that I knew which brand of toothpaste he preferred, his mother's birthday, his love of old books. He was a steady presence in my life, and I was comfortable with that. Maybe a little too comfortable.
Sky, on the other hand, was like a golden sparkler on a dark July night, all chills up my spine and those hot, hot kisses. He was new and exciting, and I wanted him badly. I gave up and went to bed, but slept poorly, visions of Sam's warm smile pushed aside by Sky's blue eyes.
Friday arrived and I drove to Adam's. We had decided that stroking off to a porn flick was a good ice breaker for Sky. Lots of sex in the air, but not with each other in case he was feeling bashful with two new guys and a group setting. He was such a kid in some ways that I didn't feel dragging him into bed with two other guys was the way to go, at least at first. Cas was there when I arrived and greeted me with a hug and a slow kiss that I must not have returned with enough enthusiasm. He pulled back to look at me, concern in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
I sighed and tried to cheer up. "Nothing. Sam and I are not talking at the moment."
His eyebrows shot up. "Not talking? Is he being a jerk?"
"No, no. It's personal."
I smiled at him and turned away when the doorbell announced Sky's arrival. Both Adam and Cas hugged him and, although he looked a little surprised, he returned the hugs warmly. We settled around the TV with beers and munchies, and Adam hit the 'play' button on Matt Steele and Luke Long. Mmmmm. It wasn't long before Adam had his dick out, with Cas and I close behind. Sky glanced at us, then took a second look at Adam's overhand technique and reflexively put a hand on his crotch.
I reached over and groped him a little. "Come on, golden boy, get with the program."
He laughed, shaking his head while he opened his pants and lifted his big cock free. It was stiff but not fully hard yet, and it got Adam's and Cas's immediate attention. He started stroking it loosely, and we all stared while it swelled, growing longer and fatter until Adam was practically licking his lips. Eventually Matt and Luke re-captured our interest and the movie finished us off in predictable fashion.
Adam welcomed Sky to the gang by standing between his knees and blasting cum all over his stomach, thoughtfully yanking Sky's t-shirt up first. I thought Sky's eyes were going to pop out of his head, but he obviously got into it cause he almost had a coronary when he came, convulsing and groaning, shooting hot shots clear up to his chin. I left them undressing and heading for the shower. Sky gave me a pleading look, but I assured him it was cool, and the last I saw of him, Adam's hand was on his ass as they walked down the hall. I drove slowly home.
I spent the next week just getting through the days. I went to work early and caught up on all the little shit that always gets put off till later. I sorted tack, straightened up my desk, cleaned out the big horse trailer that we used constantly and which was always a mess, rode horses till my shoulder throbbed. I spent the evenings alone, floating around the pool until the stars came out, then trudging up to the house for something to eat. After I showered, I usually sat in the den for a while thinking about all sorts of things. When I bought this house and started working at Castlewood I was young, only 23, and still hurting emotionally over the loss of my Gran Prix career. All I thought about then was when I was going to get laid next, and who was driving to the bar that night. I wasn't a total fuck up, but I was young, single, and cruisin'.
Now I was thirty, no longer a kid, and the things that mattered to me were very different. My friends, my family, my job running the stable and preparing the equine stars of tomorrow. I cared deeply about them all. I didn't have any one light bulb moment that week, but I did begin to understand more about the things that were really important to me, what I wanted the rest of my life to be like. I was exhausted, but I still couldn't sleep more than a few hours at a time. I usually just stayed on the couch in the den, curled up in the last place Sam had held me. I masturbated myself to sleep most nights, imagining it was his hand on my cock.
That Wednesday I ran into Zane at the barn. He took one look at my face and dragged me into the tack room, shutting the door firmly behind him. "What's the matter? Are you sick?" he demanded.
I shook my head, trying to smile at him. "No, I'm okay." But he wasn't buying it, and I finally told him the bare bones of what was going on. His eyes played over my face as I spoke and when I finished, he took me in his arms, but didn't speak. After a while he let me go, and we went back to work. I didn't see him any more that day, but Chris called later that afternoon and asked me to come over.
"Not tonight, Chris. I'm just not in the mood, sorry."
"Neither are we," he replied. "We want to talk to you."
He wouldn't take no for an answer, so I finally agreed to come over for dinner, figuring I could get home early enough to wallow in the den some more. Chris greeted me with a long hug which felt great. He's a big guy, and you know you've been hugged when he gets done with you. He pulled back a little, put his hand to my cheek and looked me over. "You look like shit, Dean," he announced.
"I love you, too," I chuckled, and then blew out a breath. "Yeah, I know. This has got me pretty fucked up."
We ate grilled chicken and salad, and then settled into their big over sized sofa, me in the middle, our legs in a tangle. I hadn't been with anyone in almost two weeks, and the physical contact with two close friends, men who cared about me, was almost overwhelming. They could tell I was close to the edge and didn't say anything for a while, just sat there with me. Zane leaned into my shoulder with his face in my neck. His breath was warm on my skin, and I tipped my head to rub my cheek against his hair. Chris watched us, a small smile curling the corners of his mouth as he rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand.
"Do you love Sam?" he finally asked me.
"Of course."
"But you have the hots for Sky." It was a statement, not a question. I nodded. "Have you slept with him?" I nodded again. "And?"
I shrugged. "It was good. Actually, it was great. He's a good guy."
"But?" His voice held a challenge.
I looked at him. He looked back hard, willing me to think it through. It wasn't very difficult. "But he's not Sam."
"Bingo." He lay back and swung his legs across my lap, bending one knee to rest it against my chest. I hugged it to me, running my hand from knee to groin. Each time my hand reached the crease of his big thigh, he pushed up into me a little. "You've known Sam, what? Eight, ten years? You guys get along better than anybody I know. We've always wondered what was keeping you from getting together."
I'd never told them about the marks on Sam's wrists. When I did now, they both fell silent for a moment, then Chris said, "How long since you saw them last?"
How long? Years. It had been years since he'd come to me with the marks of another man on his body. I shook my head, ashamed that I hadn't realized sooner. All that time he'd been loving me.
"Dean." When I looked up at him, he reached out and ran his knuckles along my jaw. "What I have with Zane is the best thing that ever happened to me. I enjoyed my life before you introduced us, but the last four years are what I was waiting for." He smiled at Zane, who was rubbing Chris's bare foot and watching him intently. "Sam is offering you that. Make damn sure before you say 'no thanks'."
"We had us a bit of the same problem. Chris was so settled and responsible. Mr. Wahhhl Street. Ah grew up in a pickup truck and shore as hell didn't think Ah was ready to take on a mortgage and a partner. Luckily Chris kept after me. God knows where Ah'd be if he hadn't." He had to stop while Chris sat up and crawled across my lap to kiss him. "All Ah'm saying is, you and Sam already love each other. Is it worth risking that for a kid you jist met?"
I must have looked wiped out because they pulled me off the couch, stripped me in the bedroom, and sandwiched me in between them in their big sleigh bed. As Chris draped his arm across me to hold Zane's shoulder, he kissed the back of my neck, and whispered, "Go with your heart, Dean." As I drifted off to sleep, I thought that sounded like good advice.
I drove slowly to work the next morning. It had been two weeks since Sam had walked out my front door, and it felt like two years. There was an ache in my chest that had only gotten worse. I thought about Sky, about where he was in his life right now, and knew I was past that. I, too, wanted more. I dialed Sam's number as I parked next to the office. He answered on the second ring, and the sound of his voice tightened my chest. "Hi, it's me."
"Hey . . . you okay?"
"No," I said, my voice shaky. "No, I'm not okay. I need to see you. Tonight."
The silence was so long that I closed my eyes. When he finally spoke his voice wasn't steady either. "I'll be there at seven."
The phone went dead in my ear. I went through the day on auto pilot, not a smart idea around horses, finally waking up when Abby's big draft cross gelding mashed my foot into the dirt. I gimped around the rest of the day, thinking of all the things I wanted to tell Sam, hoping it wasn't too late.
I was limping down the steps when the front door swung open and Sam stepped in. I stopped when he saw me and our eyes locked as he pushed the door shut behind him and leaned back against it. His hair was tied back, and he was wearing a white t-shirt and faded jeans. He looked beautiful to me, standing there in the dim light of the entryway, black eyes watching me from his dark, somber face. I could see every day of the past two weeks in the shadows under his eyes and the lines around his mouth, and I could tell by the way he looked at me that he could see the same.
"There's something I need to know."
Sam nodded as if he knew what I was going to ask him. "The rope marks?" he said. I nodded. "I haven't seen him in five years. After I met you, I knew I had to get away from him. It just took me a while."
I went down the last couple steps, and crossed the hall to him, reaching up a hand to run the tips of my fingers down his cheek. His jaw clenched as he tipped his face into my hand, and his eyes never left mine. The feel of him was achingly familiar. His hands, his mouth, his cock had taken me past the point of reason too many times to count. Those amazing eyes had watched me through the orgasms, tears, laughter, and despair of the last eight years. And through it all they had watched me with love and acceptance. I knew what I wanted.
"Sam, I love you. I need you. I want us to make a life together." I gave his words back to him, putting my heart into it. "If you'll have me."
My voice cracked at the end, and with a harsh groan of longing, he reached for me. He fisted one hand in my hair, and the other in the back of my shirt, crushing me against his chest. His arms were trembling, his breath was quick and shallow, and I realized he was struggling not to cry. After two weeks without him, I tried to absorb him into me his smell, the heat of his skin, the hard muscles of his back knotted tight with holding me. Without another word, he turned us around, crossed the hall, and took us up the stairs to my room.
He stopped by the bed to kiss me. His lips barely touched mine, a kiss of tenderness, of apology. As we undressed each other, I suddenly felt shy with him, as though it was our first time. He felt it too, because he paused with his hand on my zipper, blew out a breath, and muttered, "Fuck, I don't believe this. I'm nervous."
But that didn't stop us, and when we were finally naked, Sam wrapped an arm around my chest from the side and dragged me down to the bed, climbing onto me as we landed. The dark swing of his hair brushed my face as he reached back and pulled the string loose. He'd never done that before, and when I looked up at him, he was smiling. He made love to me like we've done hundreds of times, but it was different somehow. Maybe everyone who falls in love for the first time really in love feels like this, but it was new for us.
We kissed for a long time, nuzzling, smiling into each other's eyes, and when he left my mouth, he went straight to my cock, taking me deep in his throat and humming. But I sat up, pulled him off me, and pushed a bottle of lube into his hand. "I need you in me now."
I stroked him until he was hard and slick, then lay back and lifted my knees. I was so wound up emotionally that I began to cry as soon as he entered me, and by the time he was buried in me, I was sobbing quietly. He ignored my tears and began to stroke slowly, using his entire cock, so that it seemed like one endless motion, and it calmed me, as he knew it would.
He watched me the whole time, running his hands over me, shifting his position slightly now and then to give me the most pleasure. Sam has incredible finesse, and he used every bit of it on me, touching me constantly, kissing me deeply. Even as his body convulsed in a powerful orgasm, he kept his eyes on mine, and I watched the anguish of intense pleasure contort his face as he climaxed.
When he was finished, he spread his knees a little more and angled himself to hit my prostate with each thrust, my erection firmly in his hand. It didn't take long, and when I had shuddered myself empty, I began to cry again. Sam withdrew and lay beside me, pulling me over so we were face to face.
"I love you, Dean. And I didn't know how fucking much I needed you until you weren't there," he said quietly, wiping a tear from my face with a gentle finger. "I don't ever want to feel like that again. It was awful."
"I know. Sam, I am in love with you." I searched his face. "Move in here. Come live with me."
"Jesus." He rolled away and lay looking at the ceiling for several moments. When he turned back to me, his face was tight with emotion. "I need you to be sure. Really sure, because I couldn't take it if you changed your mind."
"It's been eight years. I'm sure. Really sure." I shook him a little. "I love you, you love me. Move in. Tomorrow. Well, Saturday."
He stared into my face, his glowing eyes roaming across my features. I don't know what he saw there, but he finally smiled at me, a big, happy grin that lit up his face and put his rarely seen dimples on display. "Okay."
I rolled onto him and covered him in kisses until he was laughing, then touched the tip of my nose to his and whispered, "I love you, Sam" against his mouth.
"I know you do," he whispered back, nuzzling into me. "Me, too."
"I hate to think of all the years we wasted."
He hugged me. "We didn't waste them. We became friends, good friends. It's the best thing that could have happened to us. We know each other, Dean. This is just the next step."
I hated to ask, but I had to know. "Would you ever have called me?"
He lay back again with his eyes closed. "I didn't need to. I knew you'd call. I simply refused to believe that it would work out any other way." He was quiet for a moment, and then turned to me, his expression drawn with the stress of the past two weeks. "I was fucking scared to death. Every day that went by seemed like you were choosing him." He looked away, and I knew it would take us some time to get by this. "Go to sleep. We'll talk more in the morning."
I slid partially off him, and we drifted into sleep, my arm and leg draped over him, holding him close to me. It was a few minutes after five the next morning when I felt him stretch behind me. "Did you sleep with him?" he murmured.
"Yeah, once. Before you and I talked." I rolled to face him. "He was a virgin. Well, not totally, but he'd never fucked."
"Fucked, or been fucked?"
"Exactly what I asked him. Neither."
"Did you do the honors?"
"Yeah, I fucked him. I wasn't gonna let him near me till he calmed down some. I don't think he has much control yet. He's 27, but he's only been with a few guys."
"What are you gonna do?"
I sighed. "I'll see him tonight and tell him about us. But I wasn't going to sleep with him, no matter what happened with us last night."
He nodded. "Good. I wouldn't ask you not to, but I'm glad." He was quiet for a moment. "We need to talk about this. I'm okay with us playing around, but I want to do it as a couple, and with guys we already know."
"Yeah? Are you sure?"
"Yes. I thought about it a lot while we were apart. You've been my primary partner for the past 6 or 7 years, and I think, maybe, that I've been yours?" He raised an eyebrow at me, and I nodded, smiling. "Us being a couple doesn't suddenly make me feel like I need to keep you all to myself. And I don't feel that our friends are a threat to us."
I thought about that for a minute, and then nodded. "I agree. God, I'm so happy."
He chuckled and kissed me. "Yeah, me too. We're gonna be good together. Shit, we already are good together. So are we okay on Sky?"
"Yeah. He's been screwing around with Cas and Adam. I need some time alone with you. Weeks, maybe." We smiled at each other. "But after you settle in here, you need to meet him. He needs to play around more. Maybe with us, if you're ok with that. You could teach him a lot."
"Let's have him over and see how it goes."
We made love again, still all caught up in the emotional whirlwind of last night. I took the initiative and pushed him onto his back, kneeling between his legs, licking my way down his chest, sucking his nipples gently, nibbling the soft skin of his belly. By the time I reached his cock, he was hard and dripping, and I had to work at delaying his orgasm. As I ran my tongue up to the tip of his penis one time, I noticed him watching my every move, his expression full of love and desire, a potent combination that I'd never seen from him before. When he came, I kept him in my mouth, swallowing as he pumped into me. I don't do that often, but I knew he liked it and I wanted to please him. When he was finished, he pulled me up to him and plunged his tongue into my mouth, tasting himself in me and moaning a little.
He took the lube with him when we exchanged positions, and soon had two fingers in me, moving them gently but steadily as his other hand made twisting strokes on my cock. When I'm tired or distracted, this combination will get my attention, and I didn't last five minutes. He jerked me quickly as I came and I thought my balls were gonna explode. The first load blasted me in the chin, surprising me, since I almost never shoot that far. The second one landed in the middle of my chest, and Sam started to laugh.
"Felt good, huh?" he said, grinning at me. The rest gushed out over his hand in my usual style.
We showered and talked about bringing his stuff over on Saturday. We'd use the horse van, and James's and Ernesto's muscles. I needed to call our friends and tell them about us, but we decided to do that after I'd talked with Sky tonight. We did tell Maria when we went down to breakfast, and she was thrilled for us.
"Finally!" she said, clapping her hands together in delight, then hugging us. "I knew it years ago and prayed that you would see before it was too late."
We all beamed at each other, then I walked Sam to his car. It took us at least 10 minutes to say goodbye hugging, kissing, thinking of one more thing we had to say. We finally tore ourselves apart; he headed off for one of the restaurants, and I rode Xia slowly to Castlewood, thinking about what I'd say to Sky that night. I didn't want to hurt him, but that was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not. I just hoped he'd still want to be friends, and that he would fit into our little group. He needed the emotional support we could provide, and the experience of friendly sex with men who cared for him.
Sky showed up at 6:30, and I got right to the point. "Sam and I have been in love for years, but we each thought the other didn't want a committed relationship. Now that we've had a chance to think about it and talk more, we've decided that we want to be together. Partners." It sounded good to say it out loud. Sky just sat there staring at the floor. "He's moving in here in Saturday. We need some time together to sort things out between us, but we've already decided that we'll continue to play around, we'll just do it as a couple."
Sky turned raised eyebrows to me. "Really? You don't mind sharing him?"
"Well, we're not gonna go out and just grab strangers off the street. I love my friends, and Sam has slept with most of them already. It never hurt our friendship, and it won't affect our partnership. They're 'in addition to,' not 'instead of,' if that makes any sense."
I gave his arm a tug and he relaxed against me. "Yeah, I guess, but it still seems sorta weird."
"It'll seem a lot more normal after you're part of it. You're having a good time with Cas and Adam, right?"
"Yeah . . . " He glanced at me. "You want me to fool around with you and Sam?"
"Maybe. You need to meet him, and we all need to get comfortable with each other. You may hit it off with someone else and not want anything to do with me."
He gave me a disbelieving look. "Yeah, right. I'm still crazy about you." We kissed a little bit, talked some more and he left looking a little downhearted, but willing to give things a try.
The next day was Friday and I worked my ass off tuning up four horses for a show the next day. Sam was in the kitchen when I got home, putting the finishing touches on a big salad. I paused when I came in the back door, watching the muscles move in his arm as he chopped tomatoes, thinking that, starting now, I'd come home to him every night for the rest of my life. That was an amazing realization, and I heaved a happy sigh. His head came up as he realized I was there. He turned slowly, and we looked at each other across the kitchen as great big smiles spread slowly across our faces.
"Hey, Sexy."
He'd never used any terms of endearment with me in the 8 years I'd known him, and the sound of it gave me a physical rush that fluttered low in my stomach and made my knees weak. He came around the island where I met him halfway, grabbing him into a huge hug and lifting his feet off the floor as I burrowed into his neck.
"Christ, put me down.," he grumbled, but he was grinning like an idiot and I knew he was as thrilled to see me as I was to see him. It had been two whole days. He pulled lasagna out of the oven and we ate on the patio, enjoying the breeze and watching the sun go down. We didn't talk much over dinner. We were so comfortable together, holding hands when we were finished eating, leaning over to kiss now and then. When the bugs came out, we wandered down to the hot tub, undressing each other slowly and bobbing around in the hot bubbles, enjoying knowing we'd be going to bed soon. When I started to lift myself out, my shoulder protested all the riding and gave out. I slid back down in the water with a sharp cry that had Sam at my side instantly.
"What's the matter?"
"Aaahhh, shit! My damn shoulder." He pulled me out of the tub by my good arm and dried me off. By the time we got to the house, it felt better, but only if I didn't use it much. He refused to touch me until I promised him I'd make an appointment with a joint guy he knew in the city. Since I'm usually on my back when he fucks me anyway, it didn't slow us down much. He was a little rough with me, and I felt as though he was marking his territory, wanting to leave me sore so I'd know he'd had me.
He braced himself on his arms and pushed up off his knees, using the strength of his legs to drive into me. It worked. I was shaky and sweating by the time he let me come, and I almost passed out. He grabbed my face in a hard hand and forced me look at him as he took me to one of the strongest orgasms I've ever had. It almost hurt, and he watched every gasp and cry with those intense eyes, then kissed me sweetly and held me until I quit trembling.
"What the hell was that?" I asked him when I could breathe normally.
"That was living together, we're a couple, I love you so fucking much, partner sex." He planted a noisy smack on my cheek.
"Yeah? Well, you can just bury me now cause I won't live long if you do that to me every time."
He chuckled. "Sorry, Baby. I really missed you." He nuzzled into my neck, chewing on my earlobe. "Did I hurt you?"
"Not permanently," I huffed, as he snorted. "I missed you, too. I love you."
He pulled back to look me in the face, running his hand down my cheek, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. "I know you do. I'm starting to believe that Wednesday wasn't a dream. We're gonna do this, huh?"
I smiled at him, sucking on his thumb for a moment. "Yeah, we are. Scared?"
"No." He shook his head slowly, watching me. "I've been waiting for this for years. I never quit believing it would happen." He eyes roamed over my face for another long moment, then he lay down and pulled me close.
The next morning we moved Sam's things into the house using the small horse van and James and Ernesto. They were the first to know about us, and I thought James was going to burst into tears. He's known me a long time, 13 years, and he's been with me through all my highs and lows once I started riding nationally. They stayed around to play in the pool while Sam and I began merging our lives, hanging up clothes, unpacking his pots and pans and knives. He said if he was going to be cooking here, he needed decent equipment. He had gadgets I'd never seen before and didn't have any idea what they did. I suppose it would be the same if he walked into the tack room at Castlewood and looked at all the devices we use in modern horse care.
After he went down to the kitchen, I walked into his closet, running my hand down the sleeve of a shirt, burying my nose in it, feeling him becoming part of my home, a more intimate part of my life. I looked around the room, seeing him in it already; a book he was reading lay on the table on his side of the bed, and his good watch and a couple other pieces of jewelry were in a jumble on his dresser. I walked over and picked up a necklace I had given him for Christmas the first year I'd known him, pouring it through my fingers. It was gold and heavy, the links intricate, and he wore it often.
I glanced up to see him watching me from the door. His face was somber, in shadow, his eyes dark, and I couldn't read his expression. I put the chain down and turned to him, wondering what he was thinking. He looked at me for a long, still moment before he spoke.
"I promise…" He stopped and licked his lips, then swallowed, and spoke very deliberately. "I promise that you will never regret loving me."
I don't know what I thought he was going to say, but his words shattered me. I felt my face begin to crumble, and ground my teeth together. He deserved better than tears. I stayed by the dresser, watching him until I could speak. Even then my voice was not quite steady. "And I promise that I will love you as fully as you deserve."
We looked at each other as our words hung in the quiet room. They sounded like vows to me, and it was then that I felt my first real sense of us as a couple, that I was no longer just one man against the world. Vincent had committed himself to me, and I made another vow then, a silent one, that I would never forget how close we had come to losing each other. I would always treat our relationship with the care and importance that something so rare and special deserved. I studied his face carefully, memorizing the moment.
"I'm so glad you're here." He came to me then and we held each other, rocking a little, content in the knowledge of how good this was and how lucky we were.
After we ate lunch by the pool, James and Ernesto took the van back to the barn. Sam and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Nothing to do and all day to do it. We had our clothes off in an instant, and spent the afternoon swimming, reading, and lying in the sun. I was on my back, almost asleep, when I felt the cushion sag under Sam's weight. He lowered himself onto me, laying his half-erect cock on my belly, and I could feel the soft weight of his balls settling between my thighs.
We kissed for a long time, growing hard, moving against each other a little, until Sam lifted himself from my chest slightly, and began to glide his erection through the smooth friction of our precum-slippery groins. We shifted around a bit till we got the angle just right, then he started to thrust in long fast strokes, dragging his cock next to mine, the heads bumping, the sensitive undersides stroked by the tight muscles of our stomachs. He worked at it, head hanging between his braced arms, breathing hard, dripping sweat onto my chest. I gripped his forearms and moved opposite him, straining against his body until we both started to come. Then he slowed his movements and stroked leisurely while we rolled through our orgasms, grunting softly with each contraction, squishy little noises from our cum-covered stomachs making us smile at each other. He slid off me, and we dozed until hunger woke us, showering quickly and raiding the kitchen to haul it all in front of the TV in the den.
Sam knew every inch of my house already, so it barely felt different to have him there full time. What was different was knowing that he would be there. That we would wake up, fall asleep, cook, eat, have sex every day, together. We secluded ourselves the next two weeks, telling our friends only that I was busy, and inviting everyone to a pool party the Saturday after next. I saw Sky at the barn a couple times, greeting him with affection and cornering him in the men's room one time for a big wet kiss, making him promise to come to the party. Zane waggled his eyebrows at me and I grinned back, so I think he knew how things had worked out. I saw the joint doctor who gave me some exercises to help break up the scar tissue in my shoulder that had built up over the years. Sam was like the Gym Police, making sure I did them every day, and slowly it began to feel better.
Sam and I talked a lot during that time, learning more about our pasts, sharing little bits of things about ourselves. I confided that I still jerked off over a picture of him from four years ago dressed as a pirate for Halloween. He made me show him the picture, a little crinkled around the edges from me clutching it in the throes of orgasm. He has a patch over one eye, a bright scarf around his head, and he's leering at the camera, his dark chest bare, tight pants revealing the bulge of his cock and balls.
When he stopped laughing, he told me the fantasy he'd had after watching me ride for the first time. I had been schooling one of Abby's big Thoroughbreds, posting to the trot as we circled the arena. He imagined sitting on the saddle behind me, his cock inside me, me bouncing merrily up and down on him as we trotted around. When I told him that might actually be possible, his eyebrows shot up to his hairline and he grinned at me.
Maria fed us like kings, so we started getting up a little earlier and going for a run through the estates. At first it was tough to get a good run in. The first morning Sam dragged me behind the gardener's shed at the back of the development and ravished me on a pile of sod. The second morning it was up in the tree house we found at the edge of the piney woods, with the rising sun seeping in through the branches. The third morning I sucked him off quickly before we got out of bed and we made it the whole way around without incident.
We ate in every night those two weeks, viewing it as a honeymoon of sorts, and we weren't interested in anyone else's company. Maria left us something most nights, and Sam cooked a few times. We read, watched TV, played cards, the usual evening pursuits, and it was so comfortable that it was difficult to believe that neither of us had ever lived with a lover before.
One morning I woke before him. He had kicked off the sheet and was sprawled on his back, his soft penis curled into its nest of short dark hair. I wrapped my fingers gently around it, and the feel of its fragile warmth in my hand brought a flood of emotion that tightened my throat. I looked at Sam's peaceful sleeping face, and wanted desperately to somehow keep him from life's inevitable hurts and disappointments. I knew that was impossible and unrealistic, but it didn't lessen the urge to want to hold him close and keep him safe.
He stirred a little, and I began a rhythmic squeezing with my hand. By the third one, his cock was coming gloriously alive. I was mesmerized by the sight of it swelling and lengthening in my hand. Usually, by the time we got naked with each other, it was upright and ready, so it wasn't often that I got to enjoy the process. When his cock was fully erect and twitching in my grip, I glanced up at him. He was watching me through narrowed eyes. "You better have plans for that," he growled in his deep, gravelly morning voice that made me shiver with desire.
Oh, I had plans alright.
We made love often every morning, either in bed or out on the trail somewhere (turns out we both love morning sex, something we hadn't known about each other until we were together every morning), and again at night. We also both loved fucking somewhere other than the bedroom, and during those two weeks he burned dinner while taking me over the kitchen table, damn near drowned us both in the pool, and seduced me under a full moon on a blanket in the pasture with Xia grazing nearby. Not to mention our morning adventures while jogging. We were very happy, and those two weeks bonded our partnership like nothing else could have. We emerged two halves of a whole, a strong couple, loving, trusting, in tune with each other in ways I'd seen in only a few other relationships.
Pool party Saturday dawned clear and hot perfect for a day of playing with friends. Cas and Adam were cavorting in the water naked when James and Ernesto arrived. I sent them out to the pool, and was heading back to the kitchen when I saw Sky's Explorer turn in the lane. I alerted Sam, and walked out to meet him. We hugged and kissed when he got out of the truck, and I walked him to the door with my hand on the back of his neck. I knew he was nervous, and when he saw Sam smiling at him from the doorway, he stopped for a moment, took a deep breath, then marched up to him. Sam shook his hand, running his free hand up and down Sky's upper arm, then led the way to the kitchen.
Cas chose that moment to come bouncing in the door for more chips, his cock flopping from thigh to thigh. When he spotted Sky, he stopped dead, grinned like a fool and kissed him, a wet sloppy smack. Sky had been with them a couple more times since the night we went there together, and they were getting to be a regular threesome. Sky kissed him back, and smiled at Cas's ass as he trotted back out to the pool. Zane and Chris arrived, greeting us all with hugs and kisses, Sky included, and he returned the kisses with enthusiasm, eyeing Chris with interest.
Soon everyone was naked in the pool except Sky and Sam, who went to where Sky was sitting and straddled the bench behind him, reaching down to pull Sky's t-shirt off. Sam rubbed sunscreen onto his back, and I could see Sky relax under his hands; Sam's tongue isn't the only thing that's magic. When Sam moved to his chest, he pulled Sky back against him and I could see them talking. After a few moments, they stood up and Sam's thumbs hooked into Sky's shorts, hauling them down those long tan legs. When he bit Sky on the ass, Sky jumped a foot, then laughed and leaped into the pool with the rest of us. I smiled a 'thanks' at Sam, who stripped and cornered me in the pool for a deep, wet kiss, groping me lustfully
We grilled steaks, sausage, corn and veggies as evening fell, sitting around the pool in various groups as we got up to get more food and sat back down somewhere else. Somehow the conversation got around to blow job techniques. Zane was so adamant that Chris was the deep throat queen, we decided on a contest to settle the matter. We looked at the sausages, but they were way too small, so we started looking at each other. Most of us had been with one other over the years so we were familiar with the available equipment in its aroused state. Sky was a bit of a wild card, but three of us had seen his cock hard, so we took that into consideration.
Finally, we settled on me as being the longest at about 9", not as thick as Sam or Chris, but deep throating is all about length, so I was 'it.' The rules were simple whoever could get my cock the furthest down his throat in three tries, won. I was ceremoniously laid out on a chaise with a cold beer, and Sam got me marble hard with his hand and mouth, causing several erections, and a few empathetic moans as I writhed under Sam's sensual touch.
Cas waved his hand to go first, and everyone gathered around to witness his attempt. He ended up about an inch from my belly, gagged, and backed away to make room for the next contestant. Adam, James, Zane, and Ernesto didn't get quite that far, shaking their heads and vowing to practice more. We all giggled, but sobered up quickly when Chris stepped up to me, leaned over and buried his nose in my bush on the first go. I came off the chaise with a gasp and grabbed his head, holding him there for a second. Does anything feel as good as having your cock buried deep in a hot guy's throat? Well, yeah, actually, but this is a close second.
I crossed my eyes and flopped back, gathering my control for the last two contestants. Sky was looking anxiously between me and Sam. We hadn't announced our partnership yet, but he was well aware that he was about to wrap his lips around a cock that belonged to Sam, and he was having second thoughts. Sam finally teased him into it, and he rested his hand on my leg, squeezing a little as he leaned over me. As his lips parted, I held my breath. I was still very attracted to him and wasn't sure how I was going to react to this. Sam seemed to sense my unease and grabbed my hand, holding tight as Sky inhaled me until his lips were pressed tight to the base of my penis, beating Chris by a nose. Everyone cheered as he slid his mouth back up me, giving the leaking slit of my cock a flick as he sat back with a satisfied smile.
Sam eyed him for a moment, and as I looked up at him, it hit me why he was going last. He planned to win and use the ensuing celebration to announce us as a couple. But how could he beat Sky? Ha, what did I know? He grabbed my cock in one hand, stroking me until my eyes crossed and I was purple and straining at the seams, getting another half inch out of me. He cupped my balls in his other hand as he worked his mouth down my cock, pausing occasionally to whet the audience's anticipation, stopping when his lips meet my belly, a tie with Sky. But he wasn't finished. One by one, he gently pushed my balls into his cheek, dragging groans from everyone's throat but his own, it being filled with me.
He rolled his eyes at me, and then pulled up a little, letting my balls slide out of his mouth. He started working on my cock with his tongue and I tried to shove him away, wondering what the hell he was doing. He moved up and down on me, root to crown, and silence fell as our friends realized what was happening. Never one to miss an opportunity, Cas immediately sat down next to me and started stroking his cock, moaning quietly and watching us intently. One by one the others joined him, transfixed by the sight of Sam sucking me with those long, deep pulls. I came on the ninth one, crying out, and twisting away from Sam's strong suction. He stayed on me, pumping me with his hand, keeping the head of my cock in his mouth for the first couple shots. Then he lifted off and let the rest pulse out onto his hand, dribbling down his fingers.
The guys unloaded then, either onto me or each other. Sky stood near my hip, eyes closed, pulling gently on his cock, milking every last drop. God, he was hot. I watched him until he opened his eyes to mine, smiling at him. He returned the smile and came to me when I held out my hand, pulling him down and kissing him deeply. Sam put his hand on the back of Sky's neck and when our kiss broke, he turned Sky to him and chased my kiss with his own. I could see him respond to the skill of Sky's mouth; he tilted his head and leaned into Sky, deepening the kiss. When they pulled apart, they looked at each other for a few seconds, and I knew Sky would be coming to bed with us tonight.
Sam stood, pulling me up with him, and threw an arm around my shoulders. I looked around at my circle of friends, watching us in the twilight. "Sam and I finally realized we're in love, after all these years. He moved in a couple weeks ago." We waited through the hugs and kisses, accepting congratulations, grinning at each other. "And, and, we're going to play as a couple, so don't cross us off your social calendar." That was greeted with cheers and a few friendly gropes. As I mentioned earlier, Sam was a favorite bed partner.
We all jumped in the pool to wash off, played volleyball for a while, ate again, and finally started winding down. James and Ernesto left for home since they had to feed thirty-two horses the next morning. Zane and Chris headed for the cabana, while Cas and Adam followed Sam, Sky, and I to the house. At the top of the stairs, they broke left to the far guest room, and Sam grabbed Sky by the wrist, bringing him with us. We showered to get the chlorine off, drying each other half heartedly, and then fell into bed, me in the middle with Sam's ass in my crotch, and Sky draped over me from behind. He had a hard-on going that I thought we might have to do something about, but he settled down and fell asleep without too much wiggling.
We woke up as the sun was rising over the pasture, rotated through the toilet and sink, then headed back to bed. I lay on my back with my hands behind my head; Sky and Sam were propped on either side of me. Sam's hand wandered over me, tugging at golden tufts of hair in my crotch, swirling a finger around my nipple, licking the soft curve of my side. Sky watched him, but didn't touch me until Sam leaned across to kiss him, playing in his mouth while gradually moving back, bringing Sky with him. Finally Sky had to put a hand on me or fall over, and he ended up holding my far hipbone, his forearm lying low across my belly, just brushing my soft dick. I pushed up into him a little, smiling as the warmth and pressure of his arm stiffened me. He broke the kiss and glanced down, then took me in his hand, stroking gently.
"I hear Dean took care of you the other night," Sam said with a smile.
He blushed. "Yeah. It was . . . good."
I raised my head and glared at him. "Good? It was just 'good'?"
He laughed. "Okay, okay, it was amazing, all right? Awesome."
"Wanna try it from the other side?" Sky and I looked at Sam. "You don't mind, do you, Baby?" he said, raising an eyebrow at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, well, if I have to."
"Okay, we'll do this together," he said to Sky, crawling between my legs, and pulling Sky around beside him. "Lube us all real good."
Sky went to work, doing himself first, then Sam's twitching erection, finally sliding a warm hand down from my balls to rub a cautious finger around my pucker. "Push it in," Sam instructed, shoving my knee back so he could watch Sky's progress. I groaned as Sky's big, blunt middle finger pushed into me. "All the way."
Sky's face was a study in concentration as he watched his finger disappear, glancing up at me when he was in. I groaned, and arched back a little as he sunk in. Love those knuckles.
Sam had been screwing me at least once a day for the past two weeks, so I didn't need all the prep work he ran Sky through, but it felt great and Sky needed to learn in case he topped someone less experienced than me. By the time he had three fingers in me, Sky was shaking worse than I was and had to stop. Sam passed the time playing with Sky's ass, slipping just the tip of his finger in and when Sky had recovered sufficiently, Sam stroked him firmly several times, making Sky gasp, and bringing him fully erect. Then he nodded at me and I grabbed my knees, spreading myself for Sky.
"Move up a little, spread your knees," Sam instructed. "Hang onto your dick right below the head and push into him. Don't put too much effort into it cause you only want to go in to here," he instructed, giving Sky's cock a squeeze. Sky took a deep breath, and as I felt him press against me, I pushed slightly and in he went. He let out a quavery moan and closed his eyes tight. I smiled at Sam, remembering our first time.
"All the way now, slowly," Sam encouraged him, and Sky slid tentatively into me, breathing hard through his mouth at the tight grip of my ass around his lurching cock. When he was buried in me, he stopped and fell forward onto braced arms, hanging over me.
"Jesus! I had no (moan) . . . fucking (pant) . . . idea (grunt)."
He hung there for a few moments, then began to slide slowly out of me, a tight grimace on his face. When he sank back in, his features relaxed and his mouth fell open as a long 'ahhhhhhhh' sighed out of him. He picked up the pace and came in just a few minutes, groaning loudly with each pulse.
When he was finished, Sam claimed me, impatiently shoving his way in, rock hard from having watched Sky come in me. Sky's eyes were glued to where Sam's cock moved in and out of my body. Sam began thrusting quickly, and I knew we wouldn't last long, so I started stroking myself, watching Sam's face as he pumped into me. When he began to climax, he opened his mouth in a silent grimace, each spasm jerking him hard inside me. I got myself off a couple strokes after him, and for a full minute all you could hear were grunts and groans as we emptied ourselves.
"Ahhhh. God." Sky collapsed on his back, one hand spread across his chest, his mostly hard dick still twitching on his belly. We lay there for a while, getting our breath back. "That was unreal. I'm a top. For sure." He looked quickly at me. "Not that I didn't enjoy the other night, but this was way better. What a feeling!"
"You think so, huh? You haven't been fucked by Sam yet. I'm a novice compared to him."
"Well, hardly," Sam snorted. "You do me just fine."
"Yeah, but you're more experienced than I am, and have better control. It makes a difference. I know. I've been fucked by guys like me."
Sky was listening with interest. "Okay. If you want to," he added quickly, glancing at Sam.
I could see Sam was interested. His cock was already perking back up, but he looked at me and my heart gave a little twist. He wanted to, I knew that. What I suddenly wasn't so sure about was whether I could say okay. Sam watched me carefully, his eyes locked on mine, and then he cupped my face in his hand and ran his thumb lightly over my mouth. "I love you."
That was all I needed. I knew he did, I knew we were stronger together than I gave us credit for, but sometimes I still needed to hear it.
