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  “They’re near to bursting and need to be emptied soon, it seems.” Jake grabbed Austin’s hand and rubbed it over the low hangers, smiling all the while.

  Austin rolled Jake’s heavy balls between his fingers and thumbed the base of the thick shaft. A wash of white foam flowed over his face, and he remembered that his clown makeup was still on, though thankfully not for much longer, owing to the shower.

  Jake grabbed a washcloth from the rail and wiped it over Austin’s face, helping the spray wash the makeup away. His cock swelled and jumped as more and more of Austin’s face was revealed. “You are one handsome man,” he said with a heavy sigh. “Don’t hide that beauty under all that white.”

  Austin didn’t know what to say, and as he opened his mouth to thank him, Jake leaned in and kissed him. Their lips touched and puckered up for a second before they opened wide, hungry tongues touching, tasting, exploring. As the sensation grew, they sucked harder on each other, trying to swallow the other’s tongue.

  Austin broke the kiss as he tipped his head back to the shower and let the hot water wash over him. He took a drink of it and then eagerly brought his mouth back down onto his partner.

  Jake pulled Austin in close with his good arm, their rock-hard pricks sliding along each other, furry balls mashing together and milking out their precome. Thick pearls grew at their slits and slowly ran down their fat dickheads.

  Austin ran a finger over Jake’s piss-slit and brought the thick, clear fluid to his lips, spreading it over them like a balm, while Jake licked around the manly juice and savored the salty-sweet taste.

  Austin then licked down Jake’s neck and along his collarbone. He slid lower, his chin grazing an erect nipple. He brought his mouth down on the point and hungrily sucked it into his mouth, licking over the nub with his tongue, feeling it grow in his mouth. His teeth closed in on it and rolled it back and forth, causing the cowboy to gasp.

  Jake backed up against the wall, unsteady on his legs. He used his good hand to run his fingers through Austin’s hair as the other man’s head went ever lower. Austin felt Jake’s thick cock trace his hairy leg as his hot mouth went lower, kissing the tip of the proffered prick. Another huge gob of precome seeped out of the tip.

  Austin pulled it into his mouth and held it on his tongue. He stood up again and passed the sweetness to Jake’s waiting mouth.

  Jake snaked his tongue around Austin’s. His fingers slipped between the other man’s thighs and ran against his tender opening. Austin felt the cowboy thrust forward and seek entry. He rocked back and forth over the deft fingers, trying to relax his ass and swallow the prodding trio.

  Jake grabbed the lemon body wash and sprayed a line of yellow gel across Austin’s back. He rubbed the liquid into thick, creamy foam that filled the shower stall with fresh suds, then brought a handful of foam to Austin’s hairy ass and soaped between the muscular, splayed cheeks. As his finger brushed against that tender bud, Austin felt it quiver. He let Jake gently probe it, relaxing more as he opened it up for exploration.

  Austin pushed back on him as he washed Jake, feeling himself open up to the thick probing finger. He moved and let the water wash the soap away to swirl down his balls and legs and into the drain.

  Jake spun Austin around, knelt and brought his mouth over the clean opening. Austin felt him kiss the ring before licking the lemon freshness away. He enjoyed Jake’s tongue as it circled his hairy hole and darted to the center, trying to take it all in. Jake took a deep breath and plunged forward, while Austin gasped as the tongue slipped into the tight chute and rolled from side to side to open him wider.

  Austin was now moaning with delight, feeling guilty that his injured guest was pleasuring him. Though from the excitement of the rim job, he knew Jake was having fun as well.

  Jake’s mouth made a tight seal on Austin’s bud as he sucked harder. His hand reached forward in between Austin’s legs to find the low hangers. He tugged them a few times before rolling them between his fingers, then squeezed the tender balls and yanked again on the hairy sac as his tongue once again entered the satiny hole.

  Austin worried that if Jake suddenly brushed his cock, he would instantly shoot the orgasm that was rolling around in his balls. He arched his back as Jake found his opening, inch by inch, with long fingers. The pressure grew inside of him as Jake now fingered his ass.

  Austin enjoyed Jake thrusting in and out, in and out. He knew Jake was working his own pole all the while, bucking that bronco as he increased his speed with each lunge and plunge and prod and push.

  Austin braced against the wall and spread his cheeks even wider. His head came back and water washed over him. He swallowed some, wetting his thirst, then once again pushed back against Jake’s fingers. His hand reached down and stroked his own dick. A stream of precome flowed over his fingertips and ran along his shaft. He knew this wasn’t going to take long despite the fact that he’d love it if it could last forever.

  Jake thrust his hand one more time and grabbed around Austin’s waist, holding his fingers deep inside as his own cock finally exploded, his heavy load smacking into the tub below and along Austin’s leg.

  The cowboy’s hot come sent Austin over the edge, and he pushed his body up and shot his own load across the stall, hitting the tiled wall. Wave after wave of cream splashed the tiles and slowly slid down in great white globs.

  Jake rose and kissed along Austin’s neck as his balls continued to stream their contents. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of Austin as the water washed the come down their bodies and into the drain. The men clung together, exhausted and spent, letting the water rinse them clean.

  Austin slowly stepped out of the shower and found the towels. He dried himself and wrapped the towel around his narrow waist. He rolled the edge down to hold it in place, then picked up the other towel and handed it to Jake as the water finally got turned off.

  Jake tried to dry himself with one hand as he held his injured hand to the side.

  Austin pulled on the Ace bandage. “We should take that thing off and get new ice. Do you think you need an X-ray?”

  Jake stepped out of the shower and smiled. “It still hurts, but I’ll survive.” He then added, “Woo-wee, what a ride. You buck like a bronco and are hung like a bull.” His good hand rubbed the bulge beneath Austin’s towel.

  “Hold still so I can take this off, I don’t want to hurt you.” Jake held up his wrist with the dripping splint and wrap. Austin removed it and checked over Jake’s forearm. It didn’t

  hang in an awkward position, but the bruising and swelling were present.

  “We need to rewrap and ice that right away,” Austin said as he retrieved supplies from the bathroom cabinet. He wrapped a new bandage in a figure eight around the extended thumb and wrist, securing Jake from further injury. “Let’s get you back to the bed, and I’ll dry the splint. Are you hungry? Thirsty?” Austin tried to keep his eyes on Jake’s, but his gaze was drawn down the hairy chest, over the abs and far lower. He licked his lips without realizing it, then left to get Jake a glass of cold water.

  When Austin returned to the bathroom, he saw the discarded towel lying in the middle of the hall. He continued on to his bedroom and saw Jake’s naked body lying across the bed. He set the glass down on the bedside table for Jake before returning to the bathroom. He quickly picked up the mess, threw the dirty clothes into the washer, the splint into the dryer, and finally returned to the bedroom. He decided he needed to lie down on his bed. He let his damp towel drop to the floor and slipped naked between the clean sheets.

  * * *

  Still groggy, Austin thought it was his hunger that awoke him at noon, but quickly realized it was Jake. Austin felt Jake apply a condom to his cock before pulling their bodies together with his good hand. He guided Austin’s sheathed erection down along a warm, tight ass crease to a waiting opening. Austin thought he might be dreaming until he felt his tip enter Jake’s lubed, hairy hole.

  The cowboy pushed back on him, his ass swa
llowing Austin’s cock to the hilt.

  Austin felt him tense his cheeks and suck on his dick with his hole. He slowly rocked back and forth, tapping Jake’s prostate with the fat tip. Austin then curled his fingers around Jake’s cock and felt Jake increase his thrust into his fist and back onto his steely prick.

  “Oh yeah, that’s great,” Jake moaned.

  Austin pushed forward as he jacked the man in front. He’d never had such a wonderful heat ride over his body before.

  Jake rammed back harder on Austin. He turned his head to the side and sought out the other man’s mouth.

  Austin saw what he wanted and brought his lips to Jake. Their kiss exploded between them and the intensity of the fucking tripled. He gasped as he plunged into Jake and yanked faster on his cock.

  Jake pulled off of Austin’s dick and rolled him onto his back, careful not to further hurt his wrist. He straddled Austin’s waist and plunged his ass down on the waiting mast of a cock. He bounced up and down on it, waving one hand in the air as he rode the bull, never coming fully down to touch the surging body below.

  Austin bucked and fucked Jake’s perfect ass. He felt the pressure grow and grow, his cock swelling as his balls quickly rose. Sweat broke out over his body.

  “Yee-haw!” Jake shouted as his cock exploded across Austin’s heaving chest. The warm stream flowed between his fingers and dripped over his body. The scent of the manly cream triggered Austin’s release, and he filled Jake’s ass to the brim, both men now erupting as one. One final spasm and the rodeo clown was spent. He gasped for breath and hung on to Jake’s hairy ass so that the cowboy didn’t move over his ultrasensitive dick.

  Jake eventually rolled off with a wet pop as Austin’s cock at last sprang free. The cowboy landed on his back with his legs in the air. “What a ride!”

  “Doesn’t look to me like you have a concussion,” Austin ribbed.

  “Nope. In fact, I’m ready for today’s events.” Jake jumped out of bed and headed to the shower.

  Austin slowly rose onto his elbow and watched the other man’s asscheeks dimple as he walked. How he loved the bull riders, he thought, but Jake had been his hero for years. He heard the shower turn on as he headed for the bathroom, pausing at the door before looking in.

  “What took ya so long?” Jake flashed his bare ass.

  “I was trying to get the blood back into my legs.” Austin moved closer to the shower and ran his finger along Jake’s hairy crack.

  “That’s not what I meant,” Jake said. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to catch your attention? How many rodeos have we done together and never connected? Why did I have to knock myself out to get you to take me to your bed?” Jake rubbed the bump on his head.

  “What?” Austin replied, suddenly dumbfounded.

  Jake waved his growing, semihard cock at him. “I can only wiggle my butt and thrust my package at you so many times, but you’ve refused to accept my invitation. Until last night, that is. Dang, I should’ve knocked myself out months ago, years ago even.”

  Austin stood there, stunned. “But why me when you have all those other cowboys to choose from?”

  “You’re handsome, kind, and sexy as all hell, not to mention compassionate, professional, and, well, you can certainly fill out a pair of jeans like no one else.” Jake stroked his cock as he rattled off the list. “But you’re first and foremost a nice guy, a true friend.”

  Austin’s face burned as a tear pooled in his eye. “I didn’t think anyone noticed.”

  “I did.” Jake reached his good hand out of the shower and cupped the back of Austin’s neck. He pulled their faces together and kissed him, long, hard and deep. Austin counted eight seconds, and then nine and ten….

  Rookie Glitch

  Martha Davis

  I come from a long line of law enforcement: my father, my grandfather and my great-grandfather. Because of that history, I’ve managed to avoid a lot of rookie mistakes the others make. I don’t show up for roll call an hour early every day like an action junkie, wide-eyed with excitement, hungry to write tickets and participate in car chases. I take approaching a vehicle seriously. When walking up, I look over at the trunk and make sure it’s sealed, so I don’t get jumped from behind, and I never, ever stand directly in front of the driver’s side window where a driver can open the door and flatten my balls—nope, my family jewels are way too precious to risk on a rookie mistake like that.

  It’s basic fodder for all those television cop shows, but in the real world, supervisors aren’t allowed to pick on rookies; they don’t want to. The last thing an experienced officer ever wants to do is take a new cop’s readiness away. Hesitation created by a lack of confidence is how we wind up dressed in full uniform, laid out in a flag-covered box. But I know after the shift is over, the experienced cops lounging around with beer in hand, our antics are the primary source of the loudest guffaws.

  Thankfully, I’ve escaped much of this. Even knowing what I know, I’ve still made petty mistakes, but they’ve all been so minor that my bloodline bought the necessary misdemeanor get-out-of-gossip-free cards.

  “He’s just like his grandfather. Remember that one time…?” “I worked with his father back in seventy-two. Back then…”

  In any case, I’m doing what I was created to do, what I’ve been training to do since I learned to crawl. It’s as natural to me as breathing. But even in the most perfectly designed programs, there’s always a glitch.

  My morning patrol started like any other. I drove down the street where my twelve-year-old niece Abigail waited at her bus stop with a pack of neighborhood kids. We chatted for a minute, which led to curious questions, such as, “What’s it like to arrest someone?” “What’s it like to be arrested?”

  I have four older sisters and don’t pretend to keep up with all their spawn, but Abigail’s my favorite and most likely to make me go where I know it’s not allowed. I’m unable to refuse any requests that begin with, “But you’re my favorite uncle. Pretty, pretty please!” In front of her friends, I made a flashy spectacle of throwing her over the trunk, handcuffing her tiny wrists, and reading her rights before tossing her in the back.

  From the rearview mirror I watched her doe-sized brown eyes glaze over with glee as she rode to school in the back of an official police cruiser instead of that childish yellow bus. At school, I let her go with a loud warning: “Next time, young lady, I’m going to call your mother.” It was hard for her to achieve a badass, don’t-care grumble through giggles, but somehow she pulled it off. Her desired bad-girl credentials were sealed in middle school gossip until at least fourth period.

  I’d made it about two blocks when my personal cell went off. “Uncle Mike, I left my book bag in your police car. My homework’s in it!”

  Sure enough, Hello Kitty smiled at me from the passenger seat behind the grill. I promised to drop it off as soon as I could and pulled over on the curb so I could move her bag to the front seat. The fast-moving pickup truck, I heard before I saw. Instinctively, I jumped into the car and closed the door before the truck’s front fender took it off, along with a good portion of the gym-built ass I put too much time and effort in to lose. The asshole made no attempt to slow down, even after he passed the cruiser. I wanted to hit the blue lights, to give chase, but with the no-fucking-door-handle feature my cruiser now had, I was trapped. The door, sad to say, could only be opened from the outside.

  My rookie glitch began with a radio call requesting another officer to arrive and hopefully wear a straight face when he let me out of my own vehicle. Sgt. Jason Dupree himself responded, pulled up behind my cruiser, nice and slow, and waited for-fucking-ever to exit his vehicle. Does watching the rookie trapped in the back of a cruiser really entertain you that much, Sarge?

  My cheeks burned, not only from the humiliation, but from the unwanted arousal. Never before had I felt any desire to test the no-fraternization policy on any job I’ve ever had, but blond-haired, blue-eyed Dupree had somehow made himself the
exception. Something in the way he walked said he packed serious skills. He approached my cruiser with that same walk, and I made quick adjustments, the best I could in such a confined space, moving my niece’s book bag to my lap to hide my growing interest.

  Not now, damn it! Even if he did play for my team, there were too many complications to even imagine a first move by either of us. Dupree opened the door, his grin broadening. I looked down and got an eyeful of his crotch covered in uniform-black pants. Skills were definitely not all my fantasies said he packed.

  “Because of your reputation, I’m not going to ask any questions as long as it doesn’t happen again.” He smiled. “But Hello Kitty? Really? Oh, don’t tell me. My imagination is doing a much better job.”

  I wasn’t the least bit campy, but on the force I lived in a glass closet. Everyone knew and I was subjected to the occasional innuendo. A smart-ass reply stood on the tip of my tongue, but a case of self-preservation and respect for my employment made me hold it. Did I really care what he thought as long as he accepted my “It won’t happen again, sir,” and then looked the other way?

  About halfway through the afternoon, I responded to a forty-eight. My first. The boy looked just a few years older than the kids I’d been teasing at Abigail’s bus stop, definitely not old enough to be out of school this time of day. Too young, too small, too innocent to be lying so motionless in a ditch, surrounded by drug paraphernalia, near a wooded area frequented by riffraff. The scene was reported by an anonymous teenager on a prepaid cell phone, most likely frightened accomplices. His chest rose and fell. He still breathed!

  I checked for a pulse. My fingers trembled too violently to know for sure. The second time, I swore I’d picked up a heart-beat and started CPR, urging the backup who pulled up next to me to assist.

  “It’s too late. He’s dead.” He touched my shoulder. Didn’t try again when I pulled away. “Look at his color, Mike. He’s been gone for a while.”