Earth and Sky

house door. “Be right back.”

    When Grant returned moments later, he was carrying two blankets and a plastic bag. Hunter didn’t dare ask what was inside, but he had a pretty good idea.

    “It’s a little cold to sleep outside,” Hunter protested weakly.

    “We’re not going to be outside,” Grant stated curtly.

    It didn’t take long for Hunter to figure out they were driving toward Gable’s ranch. “We’ll get caught there as well.”

    Grant smiled. “They’re not home.” Grant parked the car under a tree out of sight of the main house and got out. Hunter figured he wanted him to follow, so he did.

    “Up there,” Grant said as he pointed at a ladder in the darkened barn.

    Hunter could hear horses in their stalls and the movement of hoofs, but other than that there wasn’t a sound anywhere. “An old-fashioned hayloft?”

    Grant nodded mischievously. “It’s private and has plenty of straw to make for fairly soft bedding. And I know you’re not allergic.”

    For a moment Hunter felt a pang of jealousy as he imagined how Grant knew this was such a good place to fuck, but lust won after only a few moments of hesitation. He’d dreamed about this, imagined what would happen and how, and since they were both horsemen, this was as good a place as any.

    Neither stood on ceremony, and as Grant rolled out the blankets over the thick covering of straw, Hunter stripped off his clothes. Although his erection had died down some on the drive over, seeing Grant follow suit, a teasing smile all over his face, made little Hunter stand at attention quickly enough.

    Hunter didn’t have time to react when he saw Grant fall to his knees in front of his feet. “Fuck, you look good enough to eat.” Grant didn’t wait and pulled Hunter’s erection toward his mouth, swallowing it whole.

    Hunter practically came right there and then. “Fuck! Grant!” he cried out. “Don’t make me come yet.”

    Grant didn’t flinch. He simply continued his ministrations, licking Hunter’s rock-hard erection with the fervor of a starving man. Hunter couldn’t continue looking at the too-enticing sight, so he backed up slightly until he could lean against a support beam.

    “Spread your legs,” Grant asked, as if he didn’t expect Hunter to object.

    Thanks to the support, Hunter managed to comply, and Grant abandoned the blow job just long enough to coat his fingers with saliva. Grant dove right back in while he fondled Hunter’s balls and let his wet fingers slide further until he encountered Hunter’s opening. Grant fingering Hunter’s entrance was enough to make him jump for a moment, but then Hunter remembered how he’d come so violently the night he’d tried it on himself in the crew shower, and he relaxed. He could sense Grant’s experience and flinched a lot less when he felt the tip of Grant’s big, manly finger slip inside.

    “Tight like a virgin,” Grant said, smiling seductively.

    “Don’t laugh,” Hunter managed to squeeze out.

    “I’m not laughing. I’m just thinking of how much I’m going to enjoy that tight, pulsating heat around my dick when I’m fucking you into our improvised mattress.” At the moment the sexually explicit words dripped from Grant’s mouth, he pushed deeper into Hunter and found his trigger.

    “Shit! Fuck! What was that?”

    Grant just smiled and made Hunter writhe by brushing over the spot again until Hunter felt his legs about to give way. He was so close to coming and had the feeling he’d been there for a while, but something was holding him back. Was it the curious sensation of what Grant was doing inside him? It was certainly something he’d never felt before, and every time Grant moved his finger, he felt the urge to come. Yet something was preventing him. Then suddenly, Hunter felt empty again as Grant withdrew the digit. He almost cried out “no” but settled for moaning in protest. Hoping Grant would blow him again, he rolled his hips, making his cock flop in the direction of Grant’s face.

    “Trying to poke my eye out?” Grant teased. “Or do you want to fuck my mouth?”

    “Fuck,” Hunter muttered. It was more a curse than an indication of what he wanted to do, because he didn’t think Grant would want to get a cock thrust into his throat, nor did he think he’d have enough self-control to move gently, but Grant took it as a preference and wrapped his lips around Hunter’s now-leaking member anyway.

    Grant was driving Hunter