Extreme Bull

them.
    He caressed the ridge of the head delicately even though he just wanted to grab on and pump. His thumb swept over the head, picking up a couple drops of fluid to help lubricate his hand.

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    He kept his mouth on Clay’s but gave a smothered yelp when he felt hands at his own belt, fumbling with urgency.
    The air was cool on his ass as his jeans were yanked down, but Clay’s hand was hot on his dick, pulling on it with confident sureness.
    There was none of the uncertainty he sometimes experienced with women, no searching for the spot; Jeff knew just what to do as he handled Clay. The quickening of his breath and tiny moans told Jeff when he found a sensitive spot. The way Clay’s cock felt sliding against his palm was incredibly arousing.
    Jeff lifted his hand to lick it and returned to stroking the other man. He could feel their hands moving together, picking up speed. Clay’s hand covered his, and Jeff’s hips bucked as he felt their erections pressed together, hot and hard. The erotic dance of hips and cocks and lips culminated in an explosion of light behind his eyelids when Jeff came, spurting hot liquid over their joined hands.
    “Oh yeah,” Clay moaned, working his hand furiously. He grabbed his own cock and gave a twist at the end of each stroke, coming quickly after Jeff, who was still swaying in a post-orgasmic haze.
    They stood pressed together, trying to catch their breath after the cataclysmic high they’d shared. Clay slid his hands around Jeff, digging his fingers into the firm cheeks.

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    Jeff jumped when the door to the trailer opened suddenly.
    “Uh, sorry, excuse me,” came Sam’s voice. He pushed the door almost all the way closed and spoke through the crack. “Clay, there’s been a change up in the draw tomorrow.
    You’ll be ridin’ Boom-Boom. Just thought you’d want to know.” The door shut completely with a firm click.
    “Oh my God, he saw my ass,” Jeff moaned.
    “No, he didn’t,” Clay said comfortingly. “My hands were covering it.”
    “Oh, that’s so much better!” Jeff tried to break free of Clay’s grip.
    “Your shirttail was over my hands,” Clay offered.
    “Great, but he still knows exactly what was going on!”
    “Well, what the hell was he doing barging in without knocking?”
    “I’ll ask him that when he grills us about what we were up to,” Jeff said with heavy sarcasm.
    “Relax, it’s only Sam. He’s friends with Doug and Jamie, he won’t care.”
    “Other people will.”
    “It had to come out sometime.”

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    “No, it didn’t!” Jeff managed to free himself and pulled up his pants. ”And what do we tell him? That I needed help learning how to button up my pants and you were teaching me?”
    “Why do we need to tell him anything? Sam won’t care.
    He’s a friend of Doug Morgan’s, and he’s fine with—homos.”
    “So now we’re queer?”
    “What if we are?”
    “I don’t want to ride in the gay rodeo and get bashed by
    ‘real’ cowboys.”
    The forlorn note in Jeff’s voice shook Clay. “You still like women?”
    “Yeah. Kinda.”
    “Kinda?”
    “I like ’em, they just never put a kick in my gallop like you do.”
    “Maybe we’re not queer. Maybe we’re bisexual.”
    “I think I like open-minded better,” Jeff said gloomily.
    “Okay, but you’re not being very open-minded about it.
    How you expect anyone else to accept it?”
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    pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. “Sticky again. I’m going to run out of drawers.”
    “I guess that’ll force you to do laundry for once.” Clay hoisted his jeans up and buttoned the top button, letting his belt hang free as he went to lock the door. “Stay with me tonight?”
    Jeff’s lips quirked slightly. “Are you going to fall off the bed and run out of here in the morning again?”
    “I’ll try to restrain myself, seeing as we’re in my trailer.” Clay held out a hand, and Jeff took it reluctantly. “I want to see you.”
    “Like, take off my clothes?”
    Clay laughed at the outraged expression on Jeff’s face.
    “Yeah, bare naked. I want skin.” Jeff touched the reddening mark on Clay’s cheekbone with his free hand. “Sorry.”
    “It’s nothing.” Clay took Jeff by the hand and led him back to the