Extreme Bull

feelings Jeff always roused in him. Without words, they kissed, hands unfastened clothing, and then they gave that first grateful gasp when skin touched skin.
    They fell to the bed together, hands groping between their bodies, stroking, caressing each other. He couldn’t release Jeff’s lips; he kissed him madly while their hands were gentle. It was almost as if they had rehearsed it; first he stroked Jeff, feeling their hands working against each other’s bellies. Then Jeff’s hand pushed his away, and Clay tugged on his own cock, knowing just what to do to get himself off.
    Their legs tangled as they rocked, hips thrusting, cocks rubbing until they erupted over each other. Jeff strained against him, and dimly Clay heard his cries mingled with his own.
    The ease with which Jeff handled him and the way he’d left him to bring himself off when he needed his own familiar touch made this far more intimate. It must be something about both of them having dicks and knowing how it felt.
    Jeff’s body started to shake, and Clay knew without having to look that he was laughing. “What?”
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    together. He grinned at his own outburst of sentimentality, thinking about how Jeff would poke fun if he knew.
    Jeff lifted his head and squinted at Clay. “You’re looking pretty blissed out for a guy who doesn’t want to be queer.”
    “You’re not so upset either,” Clay pointed out. “We’re…
    just friends, helping each other out on the road.”
    “You ever do this with a friend before?” Clay didn’t like the skeptical tone in Jeff’s voice, but he had a right to ask, he supposed. “Once. We were drunk.”
    “How’d that go?”
    “Ruined the friendship. He could never look me in the face again, no matter what I tried to….” Clay shifted restlessly, and Jeff pushed himself away, making Clay regret losing his warmth. His skin cooled quickly where Jeff had been resting against him.
    “Are you worried about that with us?”
    “We aren’t friends. Or we weren’t.”
    “I’d like to think we are now,” Jeff said, almost challenging him.
    “Me too.”
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    together. He couldn’t ask what this meant; that would be girly. And besides, Clay had a tendency to go off whenever he brought it up.
    Clay couldn’t leave it like that between them; the words burst out of him like he couldn’t help it. “I want to do things to you I don’t want to do to a woman.”
    “Like what?” Jeff just knew he had a dumb glow on his face, but he couldn’t help looking at Clay like that.
    “I want to make love to you.”
    “You—you mean….”
    “Yeah, all the way.” Clay ran his hand down Jeff’s side and cupped his hipbone. “I want to be inside you.” Jeff pushed Clay’s hand away. “Why? Am I supposed to be the girl?”
    “No! No, I want you to make love to me too.” Mollified, Jeff snuggled closer to Clay again. “I don’t know. I think I’m scared to do that.”
    “I am too.”
    “I’d have to think about it. I heard it hurts.”
    “Only for a while. Supposed to be great after that,” Clay said.
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    “Internet.” Clay closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see Jeff laughing at him, or worse, accusing him of really being queer after all.
    “Internet’s a wondrous place. Research a cow breech-birthing and any kind of sex act known to man.”
    “Or woman.” Clay could have kicked himself. This wasn’t the time to bring up women. As he predicted, he felt Jeff draw away from him.
    After a long silence, he asked, “Stay over?”
    “It’ll be a lot warmer, without a hookup for the heater,” Jeff said.
    “Yeah. Makes sense.”
    The close mood had been broken by his careless words, first bringing up wanting to have sex another way and then mentioning women. Jeff remained beside him but turned away. Clay rolled onto his side and slowly moved closer, cuddling up to Jeff in the spoon position. He felt reassured when Jeff found his arm and pulled it over his body, resting his hand over Clay’s on his stomach. He pulled the blankets up over them.
    Eventually, lulled by Jeff’s quiet