Mossy Glenn Ranch 3 -Saddles and Memories (14 page)

“You can’t get him back? Did you sign over custody?” Salt unsnapped his belt buckle as Andy parked.

Andy sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I did. They kept telling me Ty didn’t want to see me, he wouldn’t take my calls. Told me he hated me. It was true, to a point. I finally managed to speak to Ty by waiting outside his school one day. Ty was angry. Thought I’d just given him away because he was too much trouble. I tried to clear that up with him, but I don’t know that he ever believed me.”

“Do you get to talk to him now? Ever see him?”

Andy shrugged. “Brandt likes his control. When I do see Ty, or talk to him on the phone, Brandt is right there making sure neither of us can really talk.”

Salt really didn’t like Brandt at all. Or Mary, for that matter. “What about Internet? E-mail and all that?”

“Brandt doesn’t allow the kids on it.” Andy unbuckled and gave himself a shake. “Anyway, it’s all my fault for not fighting for Ty, and not talking to him myself.”

“They hit you up immediately after the death of your brother,” Salt pointed out. “Manipulating you and Ty both at the worst moment in your lives.” Salt thought of something else. “What about Ty’s mama?”

“Dead,” Andy bluntly informed him. “Heroin.”

“Oh.” There wasn’t much to say about that. Salt got out of the truck, taking his bag with him.

Andy joined him as they walked to the room. “I don’t want to spend this weekend thinking about all the mistakes I’ve made. I just want to be with you. I’ve…I’ve never felt like this about another person before. Never wanted anything serious.”

“I’ve wanted it, I think, just never thought it’d happen.” Salt waited until Andy opened the door and they entered the room. “I want you to know, I mean it when I tell you I’ll be monogamous. I want something substantial, long-lasting with you.”

“I want that, too.” Andy framed Salt’s face with both hands and stared into his eyes. Salt’s heart was fluttering like mad in his chest. “I want you. I want to feel you without anything between us. I won’t screw around on you, either. I’ve sowed my wild oats and don’t have an interest in doing so again.”

Salt loved hearing all of that, but his mind went to one part in particular. “Nothing between us? You mean without…” He gulped as want doubled inside him. “Without condoms?”

“Oh, God,” Andy groaned, eyes nearly closing. “So much, yeah I want that. Never went bare with anyone else before. I want to feel you when I’m fucking you, feel everything…”

Salt began to tremble as he envisioned it. His hands shook wildly as he stepped away from Andy.

“We don’t have to—” Andy began, but Salt held up one hand to cease the flow of words.

“I brought this, because I was going to broach the subject, too.” Salt took out his wallet. Inside was a slip of paper he’d wanted to show Andy. He unfolded the letter from the lab. “I had this done again. Knew I was okay, because I’d been tested when I got the health insurance months back.” Andy took the paper. “I hadn’t been with anyone else since the insurance test, so I knew it was okay, but thought you might feel better seeing this.”

Andy was smiling like he was on the verge of giggling or something. He handed the paper back to Salt. “I’d have trusted you, Salt. All the talking we’ve done, I’ve come to know you, and that’s why I’m here now, wanting more than just sex.” Andy winked at him then and took out his own wallet. “It’s also why I went and got tested again, too.”

Salt snickered as he took the paper. “What a pair we are. All the talking we’ve done, maybe we should have talked about some of these things—relationships, commitment. Or maybe not. I like that we did it in person.”

“Me too.” Andy took the paper back and tucked it away. “Now, I gotta tell you, Salt. I want you so bad I won’t last more than a few minutes.”

Salt knew the feeling. His dick was working its way to fully erect, but as horny as he was for Andy, he’d be going off like a bottle rocket with a short fuse. “Same goes. Let’s get naked then get to round one. Next time you can fuck my ass until I can’t walk, but right now, I want to suck you until you melt.”

Andy wrinkled his nose at Salt. “Melt?”

Salt rolled his eyes. “Aw, hush up. I’m just an old cowboy who don’t have all the fancy words to charm you.”

“You charm me fine and dandy, stud.” Andy took Salt’s hat off and set it on the table. “You can make me melt, too. That mouth of yours is plumb magic.”

Salt reached for Andy’s shirt at the same time Andy reached for his. They smacked hands together and laughed. “You do yours, I’ll do mine. Whoever gets naked first gets to pick the position we do this in.”

“A competition—I like it,” Andy purred. Salt grinned and reached for his own shirt. Andy leered at him then grabbed the collar of his own shirt and ripped, sending buttons flying.

“That’s cheating!” Salt proclaimed, trying to get his buttons undone.

“Nope, no other rules were laid out.” Andy whipped the shirt off then started on his boots.

Salt got his shirt off a moment later. No matter how fast he tried to be, Andy still got naked first, then Salt had to stop what he was doing and stare at all the perfect male flesh before him.

Andy’s legs were paler than his upper body, and they were sheened in a layer of fine brown hair. His balls hung low between well-muscled thighs, and his cock stood tall and proud, the tip already beaded with pre-cum.

Andy’s tiny waist offset his broad chest and shoulders. His nipples were bigger than Salt’s, a coral colour and framed with whirls of dark hair. The nubs protruded, hard and begging for attention.

Salt kicked his jeans and underwear off, the last of his clothes he needed to shed. Like a man in a daze, he moved over to Andy, staring at his tits. Andy raised his arms up, baring his hairy pits. He put his hands behind his head and cocked his chin. “Come and get ‘em.”

Salt didn’t need to be told twice. He pinched one nipple and dragged his teeth over the other. Andy’s skin had a spicy taste to it that made his mouth water. Salt went after the nipple in his mouth, tonguing and suckling it as Andy began to pant.

Andy’s cock was hot and hard between them, pressing alongside of Salt’s. Salt pushed his free hand between them so he could feel that rigid shaft.

“Oh fuck,” Andy rasped, gripping his shoulders tightly. “Salt, you’re gonna make me come just from this, and I’m supposed to get to…”

Salt would let him choose the position in a minute. He was too busy sucking Andy’s nipples, moving back and forth between them, to speak up just now though.

Andy slid his hands down to grasp Salt’s ass. He wasn’t gentle as he wedged his fingers between Salt’s cheeks. A dry finger teased his hole and the instant that Salt gave a hard tug to Andy’s nipples, that digit sank into his hole.

Salt threw his head back on a moan as his eyes crossed. Andy went after his neck, biting and marking him, as if claiming Salt’s skin.

The finger in his ass was driving him insane, just missing his gland. Salt knew if he could arch just so, he’d get that deep touch he was craving. “Please, please, please,” he got out, trying to shove back to get a deeper penetration.

Then Andy was sliding down, licking, biting his way to Salt’s dick. Salt swayed and Andy stood up again. “Can’t have you falling over on me.”

Salt started to take a step back, but Andy growled and grabbed his hip. He pumped that finger in and out of Salt’s asshole a few times then pushed it in as far as it’d go. “Let’s see if we can do this.”

‘Do what,’ Salt wanted to ask, but he’d lost the ability to speak as Andy began moving them towards the bed, that digit still inside Salt. Every step brought contact to his inner walls and made him clench with need.

Andy kept kissing him, too. His lips, his jaw, his neck—everywhere the man could reach was blessed by those firm lips. Salt was going to lose his ever-lovin’ mind from all the attention being showered on him.

When his left calf whacked the bed frame, Salt almost yelped with relief. He was close to collapsing as his joints went weak from pleasure. Andy laid him down, taking that torturous finger from his ass before doing so. Salt regretted its loss, but Andy lapping at his cock head made him forget about everything else.

“So sexy,” he thought he heard Andy say, but with his pulse racing, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, Salt couldn’t be sure. He canted his hips as Andy suckled his crown, licking at that mind-altering spot on the underside of it. Salt grabbed at the blankets on the bed, trying to keep from shouting the place down. He hitched his legs up, heels set on the mattress.

Andy took advantage just as Salt had meant for him to, sliding spit-slicked fingers into his ass.

“Yes,” Salt hissed, closing his eyes and trying to ride those digits. “Yes, fuck yes—”

Andy thrust in hard and fast, but he brushed over Salt’s gland and set his inner nerve endings to dancing with pleasure. Salt rolled his head as he writhed. His hole ached as he was stretched, but the delicious pain twined in a perfect dance with the blissful sensation of Andy sucking his dick down to the base.

Slick, wet heat and constricting muscles massaged Salt’s shaft. Andy bobbed up again then back down. He rubbed his nose against Salt’s pubes and worked his tongue all over Salt’s length.

There’d never been a blow job like the one he was getting, at least not for him. Andy reached up and tweaked Salt’s nipple at the same time he lapped over Salt’s slit. It was too much, when combined with the fullness in his ass.

Salt jolted as ecstasy streaked up from his ass to his spine. The sound he made was unearthly as it was torn from him, his cock pulsing cum into Andy’s mouth as those wily fingers stroked Salt’s prostate.

Moaning continuously, Salt could only shake and come in what seemed like an endless stream of release. Eventually he came back to reality, the bliss ebbing only to spike up in a different way as Andy crawled up his body.

“Open up,” Andy commanded, gripping Salt by the hair atop his head. Salt’s poor, tired dick tried to come to life again at the commanding tone Andy used, but it was simply too soon.

Andy shoved a pillow under his head, then another one. Salt parted his lips after licking them, and Andy grunted as he pushed his thick cock past them. Salt sealed his lips around Andy’s shaft and sucked as he tongued the length of it.

He looked up and locked gazes with Andy. The intensity in Andy’s expression was sexier than anything Salt had ever seen. Andy was burning for him, losing control as he thrust deep and breached Salt’s throat.

Salt wasn’t quite prepared for that, and he gagged as he reached up to cup Andy’s ass.

“Sorry,” Andy whispered as he started pulling back. Salt clutched Andy’s ass hard enough to leave marks, tugging him forward. Andy resisted, then he gave in with a groan, his lashes fluttering down as his breath stuttered.

Andy’s butt went rock hard beneath Salt’s hands. His cock swelled in Salt’s mouth, then Andy snapped his eyes open and he pulled his cock free of Salt’s mouth. Salt started to protest, but Andy fisted his length and shouted as he pumped the first jet of cum onto Salt’s face.

Oh hell, that’s hot.
Each spurt of spunk made Salt crave the next. He caught some on his tongue and lips. The salty, bitter taste was exquisite. Salt peeked up through narrowly slitted eyes and took in the state of Andy in orgasm.

Stunning, there was no other word for it. Andy’s expression proclaimed his rapturous experience. The tendons in his neck stood out and his lips were parted, his eyes closed more often than not as he tried to coat Salt in his cum.

There was something primal about it, as if he were being claimed, marked, covered in Andy’s scent. Salt was torn between rubbing it into his skin, or scooping it all off and swallowing it.

As Andy whimpered and collapsed beside him, breathing heavily and reaching for his arm, Salt settled on a compromise, rubbing some in then licking his fingers clean.

“God damn, that’s something to see,” Andy said in a gritty voice a moment later. “Holy fuck.” He propped up on one arm and used his other hand to touch a spot beneath Salt’s eye. Gently, Andy rubbed, then he held his finger to Salt’s lips. “Suck.”

Salt did, enjoying it all the more because Andy told him to do it. Andy’s eyes went nearly black as his pupils expanded. “I’m going to fuck you raw.”

“You better,” Salt got out. “Just as soon as you’re able.”

Andy snorted and kissed him so fiercely Salt tasted blood. His or Andy’s, he didn’t know and it didn’t matter. It was another mixing of their fluids. As romantic and silly as it might have sounded, to Salt it was a binding, a promise.

When Andy raised his head up, he was smirking. “You make it sound like that’s gonna take a while, but let me tell you, with a stud like you waiting for it, my dick has an amazing recovery time.”

Andy wiggled and sure enough, his cock was more hard than not against Salt’s hip. “I think I should get to pick the position again.”

Salt gulped, suddenly nervous, though he didn’t see how he could screw up getting fucked. He realised it was because of the nature of the act they were going to share, with no barriers between them.

“I want to see you,” Andy told him, caressing his cheek, turning those big eyes on him. “I want to see your eyes as I push into you. Make you mine.”

“This is big,” Salt got out past his too-tight throat. “I told you, never did anything like this before, and it means…” He had to swallow twice before he could continue. “It means something to me. More than us just agreeing not to fuck around. More than that.”

Andy kissed him so tenderly then that Salt’s eyes burned with tears. He wasn’t ashamed—sometimes cowboys
did
cry despite the saying proclaiming otherwise.

“I want to love you, Saul Johnson,” Andy said quietly, staring into his eyes. “I think I can love you, if you’ll have me. You will, won’t you?”

Salt thought maybe he was already a little in love with Andy. Saying so when he was feeling rather emotional wasn’t something he wanted to do. But he could be honest. “I want you to, and yeah, I’ll have you if you’ll put up with this old cowboy.”

“Sexy cowboy,” Andy told him. “None of that old shit. You aren’t much older than me.”