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scrotum. He suckled each of the hairy balls nestled between Alex's muscular, furry legs, then ran
his tongue along the shaft of the hard cock to its blunt head. Opening his mouth he took Alex all
the way down his throat and began to suck him off.
"Oh, God!" Alex cried as Tucker swallowed him whole. He pressed his hands against the back of
Tucker's head and bucked his hips.
Tucker adjusted himself, getting to his hands and knees over the younger man's groin as Alex
pistoned his cock into Tucker's bearded face. Tucker increased the suction in his mouth and
stroked his own rock-hard cock. Swinging his body around, he positioned his cock over Alex's
face and let the full length of his shaft slap across the boy's cheeks. Alex immediately opened his
mouth and took in the thick, hot cock, gagging as it filled his throat. Pulling back, he readied
himself and raised his head again, taking it deep without choking as the foreskin slid back and the
head poked the back of his throat.
Tucker withdrew Alex's cock from his mouth. "Easy with it," he coached. "Start off slow and
work your way up along it."
Alex pulled Tucker's cock, wet with spit, from his mouth. "Okay." Holding the base tight in his
fist, Alex took half of
Tucker's length down his throat. He pulled it out and slid the glistening foreskin back from the
tip. He smiled when the large, pink head eased free of its cloak. He licked up the sweet precum
pooling at the slit, then released the foreskin and slid his tongue beneath it.
"Oh, that's right, baby," Tucker groaned around his own hot mouthful. "Get your tongue up under
that foreskin. Oh, I love that. You've done this before, haven't you?"
"Never," Alex replied, and opened wide to take Tucker completely into his mouth, gagging only
slightly this time.
Tucker slipped his big hands beneath Alex's buttocks and raised his hips, moving his tongue to
the dark, damp tastes of the younger man's ass. After running his tongue along the length of
Alex's crack, Tucker set to work licking and sucking at the tightly puckered hole hidden beneath
his dark body hair.
"Oh, Tucker," Alex groaned. "Oh, yes. Use your tongue."
Tucker slid his tongue deep inside Alex as he reached back to stroke the slick, hard shaft he'd
been sucking. Alex continued to gobble down Tucker's cock as the man tightly rolled his tongue
and flicked it in and out of Alex's hole.
Tucker felt himself draw close to orgasm and just as his balls tightened, he rose, kneeling
alongside Alex's head and shoulders with his cock stuffed straight down the younger man's throat.
"I'm going to come," Tucker cautioned. Alex moaned and increased the force of his suction,
bringing Tucker over the edge. Tucker threw back his head and grunted, emptying his hot white
load into Alex. The spunk filled his mouth, and Alex guzzled it down, savoring its heady, gamey
taste. Pulling his cock free, Tucker squeezed the last, thick drops out over Alex's open mouth and
leaned down to kiss him deeply. He sucked some of his own juice from Alex's mouth, then licked
around the man's face and lapped up what remained from his stubbly cheeks.
"Did you like that?" Tucker asked.
"Yeah," Alex sighed.
They used their long johns to clean up and settled into bed beneath the heavy quilts. Tucker
pulled Alex up close along his side and wrapped a big, beefy arm around him.
"Are you glad I interrupted you this morning?" Tucker asked sleepily.
"Oh, yeah," Alex said through a yawn. "Very glad."
They fell asleep as the moonlight glittered along the acres of Weston's Spread, the fingers of
Alex's left hand tangled in the hair on Tucker's chest.
URBAN COWBOYS
Dominic Santi
Jake was what you might call an urban cowboy. He stood about five eight, slender and wiry, with
close-cropped red hair and freckles. His idea of "business casual" was skintight faded denims, a
pristine white T-shirt, cowboy boots, and a well-worn black Resistol that he tipped politely as he
"sir"ed and "ma'am"ed his way down the hall to his cubicle each morning. It had been ten years
since my last broken leg had forced me from the rodeo circuit and into an office, but I'd kept
myself in shape, and I still appreciated young studs who wore the uniform comfortably and knew
the value of a good horse.
This was Jake's first job since graduation. The other members of our equestrian supplies design
team looked askance at the Western scenes on Jake's mouse pad. A couple of the snootiest were
given to shuddering visibly at the country music blaring from his headphones when he tossed
them on the desk and leaned his compact little ass back in his chair to chat. Personally,
I didn't give a fuck what Jake wore, or how he did his work. He was a helluva graphics artist, and
he had a real feel for the needs and desires of both horses and the men who rode them. Hell, I
even liked his taste in music.
I also knew his straight-guy routine was bullshit. As the MIS manager, I had unlimited access to
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