Earth and Sky

one of the men finds me there, I wouldn’t be able to explain why I was on their territory.”

    Grant’s hands snaked around Hunter’s sides and across his stomach. Leaning slightly into the touch, Hunter felt Grant’s chin rest on his shoulder and his hot breath next to his ear. He felt warm and cradled between Grant’s strong body and the horse’s warm flank. It felt so good he never wanted to leave.

    “We could drive to the next county and check into a hotel,” Grant suggested.

    “We’d have to drive almost to the city before I can be sure they won’t recognize me. My family’s been in this region for generations, Grant.”

    “So come to the city with me next time?”

    “I can’t,” Hunter said, making a weak effort to pull away from Grant. But Grant wouldn’t let him. He tightened his grip and pulled Hunter even closer.

    “Can’t, or won’t?”

    “Can’t,” Hunter whispered, hoping Grant would understand it for what it was: his way of saying he definitely wished he could.

    Grant’s hand slowly traveled south, and Hunter sucked in his stomach to allow Grant to dip below his belt. Grant couldn’t do much more than rub a little, so Hunter loosened his belt a notch and opened the top button of his jeans.

    “Fuck, you’re hard,” Grant growled in Hunter’s ear. “Guess you really do want me.”

    Hunter couldn’t do much more than nod, because by now Grant’s hand was firmly gripping his shaft, and all he could do to stay upright was hold onto the docile mare in front of him. Grant was grinding his crotch against Hunter’s ass, and Hunter was sure it wasn’t just his imagination that Grant’s erection fit nicely between his ass cheeks. He let go of Honeybee with one hand to loosen his belt buckle even more and open his jeans all the way so Grant could pull his cock out. As soon as he felt the cool air, he reached back to touch Grant.

    “Fuck me,” Hunter heard himself say. He couldn’t believe his own ears, but then realized that he would do anything Grant asked of him right now, and that included letting Grant fuck him.

    Grant let go of Hunter’s erection to open his own pants and slip Hunter’s down to expose his ass. He gently stroked the curve of Hunter’s backside and purred an appreciative, “Nice.”

    Hunter had no idea how this would go, but he knew he trusted Grant to guide him. He tried to spread his legs a bit more but found he couldn’t because his jeans were still halfway up his thighs. He tried to pull them down some more, but Grant stopped him.

    “’S okay. In case we need to make a quick getaway.”

    Hunter swallowed, torn between ending things right now for fear of exposure and continuing because it was all he could think about. Grant broke the stalemate by slipping his thick erection between Hunter’s thighs.

    “Shit, that’s tight,” Grant groaned. Hunter tried spreading his legs again. “Don’t. Feels good,” Grant assured him, thrusting forward.

    Hunter felt his groin tingle. It was a curious sensation when Grant’s cock hit the back of his sac and rubbed across the sensitive area behind it, like Grant had done with his fingers when he’d given him the blow job in the truck. Grant cupped Hunter’s balls, and Hunter couldn’t resist fisting his own cock. Grant picked up the pace, and Hunter felt himself spiraling out of control so fast it made him dizzy. He wanted more, wanted Grant to truly fuck him, but Grant was thrusting frantically between his legs until he pushed Hunter so hard against Honeybee that the animal stepped to the side. Luckily, she wasn’t easily spooked, because Grant didn’t let up until he groaned loudly and Hunter felt the hot stickiness of Grant’s release between his legs. Grant was panting hard, and it didn’t take more than the feeling of Grant’s hand on his cock to send Hunter over as well.

    “You didn’t fuck me,” Hunter said once he’d regained some of his breath.

    Grant was still clinging to him, panting equally hard. “We didn’t have a condom or lube, and I’m not hurting you your first time.”

    “I wouldn’t have minded,” Hunter said.

    “Trust me, for the first time you want privacy, time, and a lot of lubrication.”

    Grant reluctantly let go of Hunter, and Hunter let go of Honeybee with an appreciative pat. He was going to have to clean up not only himself but also the horse’s flank, which he’d sprayed with his release. He was still a little shaky on his feet but