Extreme Bull

could feel Jeff’s hands tremble as he tried to hold him prisoner.
    “Hey, take it easy, slow down.” For some reason Clay wanted this to be gentler, more deliberate. If he was going through with this, it was going to be on purpose. “If I want my dick ripped off I can get that done in the ring with a thousand people watching.”
    Jeff shuddered and groaned, leaning his forehead against Clay’s. “Sorry.”
    “We don’t have to do anything,” Clay said. A shaky chuckle greeted his words.
    Jeff rubbed his erection against Clay’s, feeling the heat and hardness of the other man through his jeans. “In that case, I hope you draw a bull named Blue Balls tomorrow and he hammers yours.”
    “Does that mean you want to—”
    “I never wanted to with anyone as much in my life, damned if I know why.”
    “Me neither.”

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    Jeff tilted his head back and peered at Clay’s face. “You queer?”
    “Never have been,” Clay said.
    “So what the hell are we doing?”
    “You mind if we analyze it later?” Clay felt if he didn’t get some action soon, he was going to explode.
    “Yeah, whatever.” Jeff applied himself to Clay’s mouth once more, greedily sucking his tongue.
    Clay rolled them so that he was the one pressing the other man against the wall. He needed friction; he needed to thrust. It was such a different feeling from rubbing against a girl, all round softness and yielding. Instead Jeff was hard and strong, straining against him with equal need.
    They kissed and rubbed against each other steadily. Jeff had his hands clamped at Clay’s waist, as if allowing them to roam into forbidden territory would be unsafe. Clay grabbed Jeff’s hips. He wanted more than anything to feel that hardness under his palm, to cup it and rub it until Jeff convulsed with pleasure beneath his hand.
    Jeff was close; he stabbed his tongue into Clay’s willing mouth urgently. He wasn’t thinking any more about the uneasiness of this unexpected encounter. His legs threatened to collapse under him, they were shaking so bad, but he was intent on chasing his climax. All the nerves in his body seemed to be sending a river of fire to his groin. Then a Extreme Bull | Catt Ford
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    lightning bolt of pleasure erupted within him and had him squirming and whimpering like a cat in heat, grateful for the weight of the other man propping him up against the wall.
    He could feel it when Clay came. The other man tore his mouth free, breathing heavily in Jeff’s ear as he stiffened and ground hard against him. He could feel the racing beat of Clay’s heart, or maybe it was his, or both. Sweat trickled down under his arms. His pants were wet and sticky, but he didn’t want to let go of Clay.
    Finally Clay pushed himself off the wall and stared intently into Jeff’s eyes. “I need to get drunk.”
    “Sounds like a plan.”
    Clay didn’t move.
    “Get off me, and I’ll get us a beer.” Clay took one staggering step back, and Jeff grabbed his arm, guiding him to a chair.
    Clay watched Jeff stumble to the refrigerator and bend to pull out a couple of cans. He liked how Jeff’s jeans smoothed out over his backside when he leaned over—
    He was biting his lower lip when Jeff handed him one of the cans. “You ever do anything like this before?” To his surprise Jeff turned red.

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    Jeff sat down, popped the can open, and took a long swig, grateful for the crisp carbonation against his parched throat. “Sorta,” he muttered, unable to look up and see how Clay was taking this.
    “Tell me.”
    “High school circle jerk.”
    “Yeah? What team were you on?”
    “Football.”
    “Me too.”
    “You mean you also—”
    “Yeah.”
    After a long pause, Jeff asked, “Ever think about doing it again?”
    “Nope, not till you—”
    “You gonna keep throwing that in my face?”
    “Hell yeah! Where’s the advantage in not using it against you?”
    “This is different.”
    “Well, yeah, there aren’t eight other guys here.”
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    “You’re right,” Clay admitted. He brushed the back of his fingers against Jeff’s cheek again, pleased that he leaned into his touch instead of drawing back. “I don’t want to keep my eyes shut this time.”
    Jeff’s lips quivered as if he wanted to smile but wouldn’t let