An NC-17 drabble, I am warning you in advance. This one is for Teresa, because she asked...
Lazy L Farm
Quanah, TX
July 24, 2006
The night was pitch black, with only the sliver of the quarter moon illuminating the sky, sending a silvery light across the field. “C’mon Jack,” said Ennis, grabbing him by the hand. “We got ta do this now.”
“Do what?”
“The truck fuckin’. Like I promised.” He pulled Jack with him, then pushed him into the front seat of the truck, sliding behind the steering wheel. “Ya left the key in the ignition,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I knew ya wanted it.”
Ennis slammed the truck into gear, then drove down the road, stopping one half mile later at their spot by the river. He turned the key then wordlessly, turned to Jack, his hands running down his lover’s shoulders and arms. He unbuttoned his shirt, pushing the fabric away from Jack’s skin, his hands traveling rapidly down his torso, undoing his belt, then the zipper, moving the rough cloth off his hips. “Need ya, cowboy…” his voice husky.
“Need ya too,” replied Jack, his voice equally low and harsh.
“Ain’t got time for fancy stuff.”
“Ya got some lube?”
“Ain’t gonna do it like that,” said Ennis, shifting Jack’s hips onto the seat. He moved himself into the space between Jack’s thighs, lowering his head and taking Jack’s cock quickly and fully into his mouth.
“Oh, God…” Jack moaned, his hips rising off the seat of the truck as Ennis vigorously sucked him.
Ennis fingered his lover’s balls and ass as he pulled his cock to the back of his throat, Jack rapidly reaching orgasm and coming in Ennis’s mouth. Ennis drank it down hungrily, then sated, dropped his head on Jack’s stomach, his breath rapid.
Jack ran his fingers through Ennis’s hair, then spoke, his voice soft. “En…remember fourth a July? That night? Ya said I gave good head?”
Ennis looked up at him, his eyes heavy lidded. “Yeah, so?”
“You do too. Just wanted ta make sure ya knew.”
Ennis dropped his head down again, his breathing still ragged. “Good. Glad we cleared that up.”
“Anythin’ else ya need to know?”
“Ya love me?”
“Ya know I do.”
“Okay then, let’s get up ta the house where we can fuck properly. Now that we’ve christened the truck.”
Jack sat up, adjusting his pants and buttoning his shirt. “Technically, that wasn’t a fuckin’.”
Ennis fixed him with a baleful look. “I think, for a coupla old geezers like us, it fit the bill.”
Jack leaned in and kissed Ennis, tasting his own salty come on his lover’s lips. “More than fit. It was perfect.” He pointed to the ignition. “Cowboy, let’s go ta bed.”
“Bed bed or sleep bed?”
“I think I still have the energy for a lil bed bed. You?”
“Me too. Let’s go.” And he put the truck in gear and drove back to the farm.
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