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White Horse PART ONE
"This ain't Hollywood, This is a small town. . ."
White Horse (Cover), Zach Charles
White Horse: Part One
"OH, YEAH," I MOANED IN pure carnal ecstasy as my lover plunged himself deep inside my core, shattering past my control. I was on my hands and feet, back arching and meeting every thrust. "Oh, shit!" Give it to me, baby!"
"You like that?" Michael Sheridan, my lover, rasped, twisting his hips to pierce me in a corkscrew manner from behind, his knees astride and slipping on the smooth, polished hardwood floor in my room, his body gyrating and pumping. Having him inside me was indescribable. "Tell me you like it,"
"Oh, babe, you know how I. . . Ugh!" I grunted when Mike hit something deep inside me, causing me to flinch a little, my head arching back, my jet-black, shaggy hair, moist with sweat, clinging to my forehead. Pain rose from my behind but was quickly replaced with an exotic sensation that was close to pleasure. Having him inside me was really indescribable. It seemed like every time we made love was like our first. I seemed to never get tired of him-never had enough of him. He was just awesome.
"Sorry," Mike apologized softly and lay on my drenched back, stopping his piston movements, and trailing kisses on my sweat-coated shoulder and neck, as if it would make the stabbing sensation go away-which it did. "I got a little carried away,"
"It's okay," I assured him, wanting to feel that bordering sensation again, clenching my muscles around his hard, colossal manhood, making my point known.
"Ooh," Mike hissed, rising from my back and pulling his dick out a little. "Keep doin' that and I'll come,"
"Baby, I want you to come," I said, riding his erection and doing that clenching move again. The wash of lust and passion was overwhelming me, making me a slave to my deeper and basic instinct. Heat soared through my already hot body and added fuel to the burning desire that was consuming every particle of my being. Just the mere thought of his seed spilling inside me was almost unbearable to the extent that I wanted him to keep fucking me until he had nothing more to give. "I wanna feel you shootin' inside me,"
"We can agree on that," Mike grinned as I looked over my shoulder, and continued to thrust inside my hungry hole, entering me on a downward angle that hit my spongy prostate every time his broad head passed it.
I groaned and moaned with Mike's every sure, skillful strokes, squirming and bucking under the intense burst of pleasure. The fire inside me never seemed to die down or flicker, even, it just seemed to grow wilder and stronger, burning though this dark hour of need and desire. I would never get enough of this man.
I remembered the time when Mike had first move into town, remembered that I had been star-struck the very first time I had laid my eyes on the hot new comer from another small town.
I'd had been looking for someone to hire as a farmhand, six months ago, on my small ranch. I'd had been spreading the word through town when this sizzling stranger came to me, and asked if he could apply. I distinctly remembered that I'd had stammered and babbled-god, had I ever been embarrassed. I'd had been reluctant at first, thought that having a hunky piece of meet would strain me to my very limits. I'd had debated for days, told the stud that I was still crunching some numbers for the adjustment. Well, I'd had been crunching, alright. Both numbers and my ever so stiff-and never seemed to get soft-cock.
I'd had even asked my brother and his wife to do some digging on the sultry newbie. But I'd had succumbed to the temptation a few days later, thought it was better to have a hard-on all day long than to have a hernia from over-work. It had been a very tough decision; paranoia versus practicality. A moth later and we had been joined to the hip, already best friends, but my lust hadn't had died down. And it seemed that it would never die down as the fire burning inside of me, for him, would never be extinguished.
"Nathan!" a voice yelled, waking me from my reverie and bringing me to the surface of the sea of pleasure that I was drowning in to. "Nathan!"
"Oh shit," Mike said, abruptly halting his thrusting. He sounded like a child who had just found out Sta. Clause wasn't real. "I'm so close,"
"Sorry," I said as I reluctantly pulled away from him and stood up, my gaping hole making a clapping sound as Mike's massive prick completely pulled out of me. Frustration swamped every nerve in my body. I desperately needed to feel his dong inside me. "I'll get rid of him and we'll start all over again,"
"Come back quick," Mike rasped, sitting down on the wooden floor and gripping his monstrous cock, jerking it a little, seeming to find some relief. I couldn't help but to gasp at the size of his thing; it should be registered as a lethal weapon of mass satisfaction. One look at it and you would be crawling to you knees, begging to be ravished by it. It wasn't just the sheer size of it, it was the form and the texture and the angle and . . . and everything. "I don't think I can wait," he uttered in a low and husky tone, forcing me to loose control again. Never in my whole life had I degraded myself into a maniac for the male reproductive organ, but somehow, it didn't matter to me now. And it certainly didn't matter to Mike, either. We were both slaves by our hunger for each other.
"What the hell," I kneeled down, my cock swinging between my legs, and leaned on Mike's throbbing member, licking its head and gently guiding it to the back of my throat. I reveled in the sensation of a hard yet soft flesh sliding on my tongue and in my mouth. It was like my first time at sucking whenever I went down for Mike, he was just that big.
"Ooh. Fuck!" He grunted and bucked, spewing his seed inside my mouth, humping and fucking. He had been so close before we were disturbed that he came with just one lick of my tongue. I wantonly swallowed every bit and every drop of Mike's come, wanting every last molecule of it. Everyday he tasted different; some days he tasted sweet and some salty. Everyday was surely a surprise for me. But now, he tasted his usual thick, salty-sweet-and-slightly-bitterish flavor, which I grew to love.
"That was quick," I smiled as I gave one last suck on Mike's pecker, scraping the underside of his cock with my teeth. The taste of a man's intimate juice never failed to amaze me; it was wonderful and sultry and wildly addicting. The thought of how it came to be inside a man's body was enough to get me off. Other than sweat, spit and blood and urine, it was the most basic fluid a man could produce. "Now, I gotta go,"
I grabbed my jeans on the floor, slipping it hastily and groaned in frustration when I noticed that I still hadn't come and I still had my cock bobbing animatedly between my legs, making it impossible for me to button up, let alone zip my fly.
"I can take care of that for you," Mike purred, gripping my long prick and sending it straight to his mouth. I shuddered as his tongue lapped on my head, scratching every nerve ending and putting it on fire. Tongues of flaming whips lashed all over my body at the sensation he was generating for me, whipping me into the throes of endless passion and soaring temptation. His tongue was relentless and he added suction, making my cock impossibly harder and bigger. I was gasping and I felt the pressure build up in my groin, signaling that I was close to coming. His mouth was making me dazed, sending me into a world of passion and lust.
"Nathaniel Bennett! Get your ass down here!" I finally recognized the voice echoing inside my house. It was my step-brother, Lucas Cordell. Luke was the only one who called me by my full name. He was part the reason why I was living a double-life.
"That's my brother!" I whispered while grabbing the base of my cock and pulling it out of Mike's expert mouth and lamenting on my action; I was finally feeling the first tingling sensation of release but I couldn't delay my brother any longer. "He can't suspect anythin'!"
Damn, I was so close. I tried to think of a way to hide my boner, panicking in the process. I was running out of options and I had to take a last resort. I forcefully shoved my cock inside my tight jeans-deciding that I would never buy them kind again- zipped up my fly, wincing in the procedure. I'd underestimated my cock a little-well, a lot-because part of my shaft and my cock-head was still visible above the hem-and I couldn't bend it downward to go to the leg because it was so hard I feared it might break. With a quick inspiration, I grabbed the two sizes too large holiday shirt, that my brother had given me last Christmas, from my dresser and hastily put it on, stretching the fabric to cover my front. Whew! That was a close one. Now all I had to do was to walk straight and try not to limp. I was beginning to think it was impossible with my sizable boner being squeezed tightly in the confines of my ridiculously tight jeans.
"You're all clear," Mike grinned, rubbing my bulge, making it jerk.
"Awe, you're makin' it worse," I grabbed the back of Mike's head and dragged the stud up, giving him a light brush on the lips. His lips were so soft and lush that it was hard to believe it belonged to this, hard, rugged and very virile man. But everything about Mike was always a surprise.
"Do I have to jump out the window?" he joked, grinning that grin that always made me want to throw myself at him. Mike had moved in with me four months ago, pretended for everyone that it would be easier for him to work while he looked for a house-which he never did-since he was a newcomer. Growing up on a small town- not to mention a muscle-dependent town-made it easier for the people to understand our living conditions-and the fact that we were both men, they hadn't gave it much thought, it was normal. A ranch was hard to operate and the animals didn't have any schedule; they could start up a fit or act out in the middle of the night, and I couldn't just call Mike to drive in the odd hours of the night. All things in consideration, it worked out well for both of us; he didn't have to pay for rent in a worn-down motel anymore, and I could rest more and I had the perks of fucking and being fucked by him. But we had still kept our "straight" fa‡ade-and we didn't flirt with each other outside of the ranch, fearing that someone might notice us being too friendly on the non-platonic sense.
"You can hide in the closet," I joked back, leaving the room with Mike's naked form branded on my mind. A shiver ran from my spine and tickled my whole body. Mike was definitely a stud. He stood taller than my six-foot frame, giving me some kind of a safe feeling. The last glimpse that I had of him, before I left the room, had been Mike standing proud and tall, his thick and muscled arms bunching up with tension, his pectorals high on his hairless chest, heaving with heavy breathing and panting, and although his abdominals weren't that defined, they were surely jaw-dropping. My imagination wondered further down, down to his sexy tan line and down to his thin thicket of bush and to his wonderfully sized flaccid cock-I wasn't a size queen and I'd hadn't mind the size of my last "boyfriend" when we had been secretly dating until he'd had to move into another town, but I was thankful that Mike had exceeded all of my expectations by the whole twelve yards. I could never eat a foot-long sausage again without blushing and getting a hard-on. I had received pleasure from Mike that I hadn't even known existed. He reached past my barriers and I was putty in his expert and adept swordsmanship.
All of these thoughts just made my cock pulsate harder; needing attention and fast. I silently cursed my brother for disturbing an urgent demand.
"I'm coming," I yelled as I was running down the stairs, grinning at the double standard. But I was still uneasy because Lucas could never ever know what I really was. I was afraid that he would not accept me as his brother anymore. When we had found out that we had the same mother, he hadn't been the jolliest fellow around. He'd had hated the fact that we were related. We'd had never been the best of friends when we were teenagers, and it had been a miracle that we had ceased fire and became friends. Now, we treated each other like real brothers and I wasn't going to chance that.
I was puzzled of what could Lucas want in this time of day. It was noon and I was sure he had something else to do than barge in his brother's house. Had he and Flora gotten into a fight? I hoped not.
I quickly checked myself on a mirror beside the door, eyeing especially my front to see if there was a tell-tale sign of my boner. There wasn't, all thanks to Lucas' last minute gift last Christmas; a shirt that I had made clear to him that I would be caught dead, first, wearing it. There wasn't anything I could do to my hair, though; it was a mess and my fingers wouldn't do any much help, so I just let it as it was. I could always pretend that I was having a nap.
I opened the door and greeted Lucas with a warm smile. "What brings you here?" My heart was still pounding and I wasn't sure why I was feeling guilty. Maybe because I had just been in bed-on the floor, actually-with my farmhand while he was waiting at my door.
"I need a favor to ask you," he fried off, as usual, he was all business. "Flora's younger brother is visitin' her and we just don't have the room for him, with the kids and all. . ."
"So, I'd be stuck with babysittin' duty?" I asked in an incredulous manner. Flora was only twenty five years old and I might be stuck with a college-boy. Or worse, a high school city-kid that would definitely complain about how hot this town was or how boring it was here-or how damned to hell this place was!
"Well, yeah," he said, kicking an imaginary rock with his boot, seeming to be reluctant. He very well knew that I wouldn't turn him down on anything. "You have your house all to yourself-well, not all to yourself, exactly-and we thought you might have an extra room to spare."
I didn't like this arrangement at all. It would just mean that Mike and I would have to stop doing each other until Flora's brother leave. But I couldn't just let a poor kid sleep on a crappy motel room-it had been a reason why I'd asked Mike to move in. "How long would he be stayin'?"
"Just a month," he looked slightly enthusiastic now. He definitely knew that I would never turn him down.
Great, one month without sex. Although Mike was living with me in the ranch, we couldn't risk it. No one knew that we were gay. And we intended to keep it that way, especially from my brother. "Where is he?"
A tall, lean and overly handsome man appeared on my door way, he had been standing on the porch all along, out of my view. He had his dark hair neatly trimmed and brushed up his scalp, giving him a professional look. His eyes glowed startlingly green with gold flecks streaked all over his irises, making them looked like novelty marbles. He was wearing a three-piece suit that suggested he was a professional, and it gave him a dominating aura, emanating power at his disposal. Even with the thick fabric of his jacket, his torso neatly showed and I could see all of his chiseled features. His black pants wrapped around powerful thighs very well and he was clearly showing a nice bulge- couldn't help but to stare a little longer on that particular area. His shoes were so polished that I could use it for a mirror. He looked like he belonged in Hollywood; an actor portraying an executive. And not in a small town like this.
He looked nothing like I had imagined him would be. I had thought that I would be stuck with a young college student. And now, there was this hunk in an Italian suit standing in front of me and making my already hard cock all the more harder.
"Hi," he said cordially and extended his hand. His voice was warm and low-an impossible mix-and musky, and it made my insides tingle with awareness that this man could promise a lot of heat, not to mention a lot of something else. "I'm Trent Franklin,"
"I'M NATHAN BENNETT," THIS GORGEOUS man shook my hand. He had sounded earlier like he didn't want any boarders in his house but he seemed to be polite now. Maybe it was just his brother that annoyed him, but I highly doubted it. Lucas was friendly and I had known him for years now. And it seemed impossible for anyone to hate Lucas; he had such a warm and easy-going attitude.
"I'm sorry to bother you like this, I can find a motel near here if it's too much for you," I offered, but secretly hoping that I could stay in this house; under the same roof with this god, sharing everything. He just made me feel alive again-alive with sexual need.
"It's no problem, I got plenty of room," He reassured me. I totally felt elated inside and I kept myself in check incase I was unconsciously jumping up and down with joy. I hadn't felt this giddy since a long, long time ago. And it was a memory I wasn't so fond of revisiting.
"Well, thank you very much," I said, blushing at a thought that was rated R. It was very easy for me to lose myself into a fantasy with this man. By just the looks of him, he could be my knight in shining armor mounted on a white horse. But this was a small town and knights simply didn't exist anymore. And chivalry was pretty much dead. I'd learned that from experience. But maybe he could be my cowboy mounted on a white horse. That would be more appropriate. Hardy cowboys had a rougher reputation than gentlemanly knights.
"Come on in, you two," he gestured for us to come inside his house.
A thought suddenly got my hopes down and left me a little depressed. This guy was Luke's step-brother and if they were really related, Nathan had to be as straight as a lamppost. And he certainly looked straight. Well, I did, too, so maybe things weren't always what they seemed. I took my time assessing this hunk, stealing glances from time to time.
He had black, longish hair that pointed everywhere, and wet with either water or sweat and my mind just automatically thought of him standing under a shower, naked and rinsing off his day. I couldn't check out his body because he was wearing a shirt that was way too large for him, and it had a holiday quote printed on it. It wasn't Christmas season yet but I guessed that living in a ranch meant that wardrobe didn't exactly matter-which was the opposite for me. I lived for high-end clothing and looking my best.
I could only see the lower part of his thighs wrapped nicely in tight, faded jeans- too tight perhaps-because of his oversized shirt and I was a little disappointed, wanting to see more of this man in the flesh, and wanting to taste his flesh. But there would be plenty of chances. I would be shacked up in this house for a little over a month, all thanks to the southern hospitality.
I didn't pay any attention to the house, I figured that I would have a month to look at it; instead, I was trying to see Nathan all through that clothes, imagining what was underneath. . .
"Oh, hi, Luke," a deep and husky voice called, interrupting my train of thoughts-and I was glad I was interrupted or else I would be sprouting a boner that would be easily noticed. I gazed to the direction of the sound and found this tall and lean and shirtless guy walking down the stairs, with his sculpted muscles bulging around and rippling beneath his skin. He had very short cropped brown hair, wide shoulders and I could see a bit of tan line just above the hem of his jeans, springing the phrase 'no hitting below the belt' into mind. This was clearly a second knight in shining armor.
My hopes soared up again. There were two hunks living in this house and I just couldn't help myself from thinking wayward thoughts. Were they. . .
"Hi, Mike," Lucas greeted him and turned to me, "Trent, Mike, Mike, Trent," he gestures with his hands.
"Hi," I greeted, lost for words, thinking the same lewd thoughts as earlier, and picturing it in my mind. "Nice to meet you,"
"You, too," Mike said, and then continued to descend the stairs. It was amazing watching his muscles at work, rippling here and there and bulging everywhere. His broad shoulders contrasting with his narrow taped waist made him a perfect specimen of how should a real man look like. He was a love machine. Ooh, Mama Mia!
"Trent will be stayin' here for a while," Nathan said to Mike, sounding a little low. And it put the thought again that he didn't want me here. Was it because of Mike? I wondered, what was their relationship that they were living in the same house.
"Oh," Mike's eyes widened a little, registering shock, but were quickly replaced by a smile-a very mischievous smile that got me wondering again. "Welcome, then," he held out his hand and I shook it. His large hand and long and sinewy fingers enveloped mine, gripping with a little too much force that exuded his strength. If his hands were big and strong, I would definitely like to test the myth relating a man's hand to his. . .
"Mike here's my helper," Nathan explained to me, saving me from my imaginations that would definitely make my pants tighter for the second time. I could almost feel the shift of blood filling my sleeping, but alert, member.
"And they're also joined to the hip," Lucas butted in. "They're best friends," There was admiration to his voice and his face showed the same. He looked like he was really happy that his brother had someone close to him.
"That's nice to know," I said, trying to be civil with the X-rated thoughts that were running though my head and making the shift in my groin grow larger. "And I promise I won't get in the way of anything,"
"There ain't need for that," Nathan waved his hand in dismissal, seeming to be offended at my statement. "You can make yourself at home," and his mouth gave a small smile that sent my lungs on overdrive, and made my heart beast faster than a rabbit on steroids.
"Thank you," I was beginning to feel shy because of my intrusion. If I had only booked a hotel when I came here, there wouldn't be any need for this, but I also kind of liked it, giving me a spark of hope. . .
"Come on, I'll show you to your room," Nathan motioned me to follow him upstairs, again, breaking my chain of thoughts and stopping me from embarrassing myself by showing a huge lump on my trousers. "Where are your things, anyway?"
"They're still at Flora's," I said dumbly, not realizing that we were already at one of the rooms upstairs. "Lucas was not sure your house is open to strangers."
"I can drive you there later," he offered in a casual tone, but I could sense some tension hanging in the air, like he was anxious about something or something.
"If it's not much of a bother," I assumed, still trying to figure this man.
Lucas and I had met when my sister introduced me to him one day, told me that they were already engaged. It had shocked the hell out of me but I'd figured that she was old enough to make her own decisions. And Lucas had seemed to be a nice guy, friendly and warm. And very, very straight, so if he really shared a common gene with Nathan, Nathan would be the same, too. And it didn't automatically mean that you were swinging at the other side of the field when you lived with your equally hot best friend.
I just wished Nathan would shrug off his shirt; it was a very hot day and I couldn't imagine him being comfortable in that thick and hot material. I was boiling on the inside for two factors, first; I was wearing a three-piece suit that wasn't suitable for this kind of weather, and second; I was still imagining Nathan naked with Mike.
Me being gay wasn't much of a big deal with my sister, and thankfully, not to Lucas, either. I just wished I could get it out of the way with Nathan and his best friend; maybe one of them was. I would admit, it was a long shot, but a man could hope, right? Plus it would keep my mind off the fact that I was in the middle of nowhere, visiting my bratty sister and her hunky husband.
But I could be also thrown out if he turned out to be a homophobic. . .
"It's not," Nathan granted, shrugging and heading towards the door, brushing my arm with his. Even though I was wearing a suit, I could feel the jolt of electricity passing between us and making my every nerve endings aware that I was basically a man with needs-and those needs hadn't been satisfied in more or less than a year now. "If you have nothing to do, we can head there now,"
"That would be great," I gave him a warm smile, trying my best to get on his good side because the gut feeling that my presence was still unwanted here, was still bugging me. This man was Lucas' brother and I wouldn't want to get on his nerves, fearing that it would ruin my camaraderie with Lucas.
"I'll be down in a minute," he said then left the room, leaving me with all the frustration in the world-and they were all sexual. Since I had broken up with my boyfriend a year ago, I still hadn't had sex since then, making me a walking, ticking, horned-up time-bomb, ready to blow off at any given chance. And this was a pretty great chance if I only knew what to do. Or if I only knew how to seduce a straight man . . . Or men.
"WANT SOME BEER?" MIKE ASKED when we were lounging at the living room. Nathan had to buy feed for their horses so we were left alone. Nathan and I had already retrieved my luggage and I was now down to just a tank shirt and boxers-the heat! Mike hadn't seemed to mind his wardrobe; which was just a pair of unbuttoned jeans. I was pretty sure that he had his jeans buttoned up when he came down earlier. But maybe he was also bothered by the heat. Anyone would be, even if they had lived their whole lives here.
"Sure," I accepted, wanting to get buzzed and get mellowed up, hoping that it would relieve some of my unspent energy. And in my case, I had a lot-both physical and emotional.
I took the liberty to look around the house, eyeing for any evidence that I was highly hoping I would find-more like desperate to find. The house was a regular-if I knew what regular was in this kind of environment-and homey place and it was well- lived. It had worn-out furniture and faded wallpapers, which said that the house wasn't retouched in a long, long time. This also made the evidence I was looking for all that harder to find.
"Here you go," Mike handed me a bottle and sat down at the opposite end of the couch, seeming to keep his distance from me. He didn't look hostile, so I just guessed that he was just shy . . . or he was already picking up on my vibes and intentionally keeping away from me. Keeping away from the fag, I thought to myself, scowling at the reflection.
"Thanks," I said, my voice cracking a little, fearing that my cover had already been blown-or maybe Lucas had already mentioned it to them and they weren't happy with it.
"So, you just visitin' Flora?" he asked after he took a swig of his beer, gulping it like water.
"Yeah, pretty much," I took a swig of mine and continued, "and I'm also thinking of moving here,"
"Really?" he sounded genuinely shocked, and his facial expression was showing the same; bewilderment and plain shock. I thought that all he needed to do was squirt beer from his nose to appear like he really wasn't deeming what he had just heard, and to make it a little more comical. "A city boy like you? In a place like this?"
I was a little stung by his words. Did I look that preppy? "What's that supposed to mean?" I sounded a little angry, which wasn't far off. It was my first day here and I was already being labeled on. And I hated being labeled; it annoyed the living shit out of me.
"I didn't mean to offend you," he gestured his hands defensively in front of him. "It's just that you came here all businessman-like and I thought that you're used to city life."
"Well, you got that right," I confessed. "But I have to escape civilization for a while-or permanently."
"Why?" he asked, seeming to be really curious about it. I guessed that for a guy like him, it was a pretty hard thing to believe; a guy that grew up on a city with all the entertainment at a flick of his finger and he was giving it all away for a bumming place like this town.
"Personal reasons," Although I was pretty buzzed, I didn't feel like gushing my guts out, to this hunk. Some things were better left unsaid to avoid complications.
"Well, this town welcomes you," he said cheerfully, clunking his beer bottle to mine in a gesture of acceptance. I hoped he would still accept me if he really knew the truth. Maybe he did, but I wasn't counting on it.
"Thanks," I clunked his back. "But I'm still thinking things through," Then I decided to drop a hint, "I wish something would help me decide. . ."
"Best of luck," he presented, and then drunk what was left of his beer. "Want another one?"
I looked at my almost empty bottle and accepted, "yeah," I didn't dare look at him when he was practically standing in front of me with his unbuttoned jeans almost popping by the size of his bulge, the zipper almost opening up by itself. He filled the front of his jeans nicely, and when I got a look on his behind, they filled nicely, too. Tight and snuggled up with the material.
"What do you do, exactly?" he asked, handing me another bottle and sitting down a little closer to me. The ice must have had been broken at some point. And I could feel his body-heat radiating from his body and pouring into me, making me a little squirmy under the thin fabric that covered my privates. It was a struggle to keep my cock flaccid when all I thought about was jacking off with the image of Mike in my mind. And the silky cloth that occasionally rubbed my dick, whenever I shifted position, was just an added torture to endure.
"I'm not exactly sure what I do," I quipped, but it was mostly true. All I knew was that I was required to wear a suit and be cooped up in a cubicle doing numbers. "But it's something to do with math,"
"God, I ain't gonna last long in that kind of job. I'm not the brightest in my class," he chuckled, giving his face a younger look. I had estimated him to be in his early thirties or late twenties, but with him laughing, it almost took ten years off. It made my heart warm into a mushy chunk.
"I hate it myself," I joined him in laughing, feeling the buzz of the beer growing. "I wish I had a different job,"
"Why don't you look for another one?"
"That's part of why I'm here," I confessed, already feeling the effect of the alcohol.
We talked for a long while, while we waited for Nathan to return from the store. I was beginning to like Mike by just his attitude toward things. He was a carefree and joyful fellow. And on top of his rakishly good-looks, he was a nice guy, and that was where it all boiled down. Of course, it wouldn't hurt anybody that he was drop-dead gorgeous and, oh, so yummy! Not to mention juicy!
"OH, HEY LUKE," I GREETED when I saw my brother walking in town, with his wife, holding hands while walking. I suddenly had chills running down my spine. They looked so sweet and so contented with each other that I was beginning to get jealous of they had. I wanted it, too, for myself. I had been told to come back a little while to pick up my order at the feed store and I didn't want to come back to the house yet. I had just gotten rid of my painful boner-and also the gruesome holiday cover-up shirt-and I was pretty sure that once I laid my eyes on Trent again, I would, with no doubt, sprout another one. "Hey, Flora,"
"Hi," they both greeted me at the same time.
"What'cha doin' here?" Luke asked me, smiling for no reason. He always did that whenever he was with his wife.
"I'm held up at the feed store," I explained, smiling a little-I didn't know why.
"We're headin' towards Bucky's, wanna come?" Flora invited. Flora was a nice, sweet, demure girl-well, not that demure-with a body most models would kill for. Luke had once told me that she had an insatiable appetite for sex, always raring to go and never seemed to be fully satisfied. But I guessed that it was maybe just the fact that my brother was smoking hot and she had managed to snag him from his bachelordom.
Lucas was not your ordinary next door guy; he was serious all the time but he had a sense of humor-he just chose not to show it to people. He had a sandy, blonde hair that was cropped longer than a buzz cut. He'd had just turned thirty last month, but it didn't show on his face, although a few laugh lines were visible. And of course, we grew up with hard labor so he had a well muscled body that was to die for. I, on the other hand, was more bulky and more defined, but still lean. Lucas always seemed skinny when he had a large shirt on-which was pretty much always-but when he took it off, it would rain wet panties all over town. I had tried to bugger him into wearing clothes that fit him nicely but he had just dismissed it. His words were still ringing in my head, you can't teach an old dog, new tricks.
"Sure," I accepted, thinking that it was better to chug down a pound of French fries than to have to face Trent again. The guy was just a stud! With his rugged but refined good-looks. His extremely well-built body-I had seen him in his boxers before I left and, god, his front had seemed to burst. And his torso, so hot! He had that athlete's body but with more muscles and more defined. His bulging pectorals were lightly matted with short dark, curling hair and I almost hadn't had the strength to stop myself from running my hands all over his ripped six-pack down to his treasure trail that, I was sure, led to a big cache.
"Is Trent already settled in?" Flora asked after we ordered a ridiculous amount of deep-fried and greasy food. But knowing me and my brother, it was probably not enough. We could literally eat a horse.
"Yeah," I said between sips of cola. "Is he just visitin' you? Or is there an ulterior motive?"
"Well, I don't know if I should be tellin' you this," Flora cautioned, looking down at the sweat of her glass like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.
"Come on, honey, it's just Nate," Luke chided his wife, holding and intertwining his wife's hands.
"What the hell, you could keep a secret, right?" Flora dictated more than asked.
"You know me," I confirmed, wanting to know everything about the stud that would be living under my roof.
"He came here to escape the city," she started. "A year ago, his boyfriend broke up with him-"
"Boyfriend!?" Carbonized liquid literally burst through my nostrils, coughing like crazy. "He's gay?" God, the man looked everything but. He had exuded power when I first saw him and 'gay' had been the last thing that had came into my mind.
"Well, yeah," Flora admitted, "but he's not like Jack on Will and Grace; he's more of a Will." She couldn't help but to smile, probably at an inside joke.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Luke asked me with a stern look; almost like pleading that I didn't have any. And I sure as hell didn't have any!
"I guess not," I whispered, thinking that things couldn't get any better.
"He was madly in love, and then he found out that his boyfriend was cheating on him. His boyfriend chose the other man."
"Oh," Great, now he was off limits. He must have had been pretty torn up-or was still torn up. Poor guy. And I wouldn't do anything to hurt him more; I had my fair share of heartbreak so I knew what he was going through. I'd had been forced to end up a secret relationship with a guy because he'd had to move. And that had been seriously heartbreaking.
"He tried to adjust, but he finally gave in," Flora's eyes twinkled with sympathy. "He's also thinkin' of movin' here, wantin' to experience a small town life where everythin' is simple,"
Well, not everything was simple. I was still struggling with my secret. A secret that I was sure would affect all the lives of those who were close to me, especially my brother. God, how would he take it if I told him?
"So, I guess all we're askin' for yah is to make him feel at home here," Luke pleaded. "He's been through enough. And I hate to see him hurt again."
"I'll do my best," I promised. Now, all I had to do is keep my hands off of him, even though I already knew that he was swinging my way. I didn't know how I would tell Mike the same without revealing Trent's secret. And by the look on Mike's eyes when I had left them alone, he would definitely want a piece of Trent's sinfully erotic body.
"MMM," MIKE MOANED IN MY lips when I finally got his straining dick out of his jeans, gripping it at the base. I didn't know what to do first. I desperately wanted to feel a man's tool sliding in my mouth but he was kissing the hell out of me I, also, didn't want to break it.
"Oh shit!" I gasped when I couldn't circle my hand around the girth of his cock. He was so big! Bigger than anything I'd had ever seen. A lot bigger than me-and I was pretty well hung. "I don't think I can take this," I was mesmerized by his magnitude; I knew that he was packing but this was beyond my comprehension.
"We'll go slowly," he rasped between deep kisses, "you have a pretty awesome cock yourself," he was trailing his hands downwards, descending his hand on my ripped abdomen and lingering above my pubes, deliberately teasing and making me beg for his touch. But that wasn't the most important thing on my mind right now; it was his awesome and incomparable cock.
"Not as big and as thick as yours," I said as I cupped his face with my free hand, looking at his lust shrouded eyes. I was sure that my green ones reflected his clouded blue eyes. "How did it get so big?"
"It's genetic," he grinned then went for my mouth again, his tongue dancing inside me, playing then probing. He took possession of my body with just his deep and soulful and, oh, so gratifying kiss. His tongue probed and licked inside my mouth, erasing all the doubts and replacing it with pure yearning. I had never experienced a kiss that was as deep as his. With just a brush of his mouth, I was at lost. His rugged body betrayed the softness and silkiness of those lush and full lips. The disparity was so far they seemed to belong to another body.
We were locked together in heated passion, wanting to devour each other but couldn't find a way to do it fast enough, and not wanting to, wishing for a longer time together. My hand traveled from his cheek to his smooth and hairless and hard chest, reveling in the stony and solid feeling that it brought to my hand. His muscled rippled at the slight touch of my hand, bunching and expecting stimulation. I didn't disappoint, I ran my hand through his flat, male nipples, bringing them to twin peaks, hard knobs. I felt him shudder at the contact and the sensation it created him. I couldn't help but to grin and be pleased by the effect of my ministrations to him.
My hand kept on caressing his gigantic cock, squeezing the head a little bit and he would give out a little groan of approval. He was doing the same to my big-but-not-that- big cock, jerking it slowly and tugging at the skin, creating a whole new sensation inside my guts. I could feel the slickness of the drops of his honeyed arousal, spreading it all over his immense length, making my hand glide with ease. He was copying me move for move, seeming to want to return the pleasure that I was giving him. The need to get off was on the very top of my to-do list right now. It had been so long and I couldn't wait to experience the glory of man to man sex again.
Everything had been a blur; one minute, we had been casually talking and exchanging war stories and the next, we were making out on the couch. I didn't know who had done what to whom, but I was glad that someone had. I had been strained to my bursting point for keeping my cock flaccid beside this stud.
"Let's go to the empty barn," he tugged at my cock, leading me to the back door. I had no choice but to go. I was so horny I didn't care if we did it in a pile of horse poop.
"Wait," I tugged at his cock back, stopping him to a halt. "I'm not taking that thing without lube," It was a miracle that I still thought of lube with all the haze that was blocking my brain from any sane thought.
"There's lube in the barn," he grunted, clearly sexually frustrated. "Now, come on, we ain't have much time."
He led to the grandeur empty barn at the back of the house, jerking my cock all the way. I was taken by surprise when I saw the inside; it had everything that was needed for a good fuck session; towels, mattress on the ground, a box next to the mattress which I had a pretty good idea what was inside. There weren't anything else in the barn besides those things. The mattress looked uncomfortable and I was a bit partial to cleanliness, but I didn't care. I just didn't care of anything at this moment. All I cared about right now was that I get fucked and I get to fuck.
We quickly lay on the mattress, continuing our making out, sending our tongues deep into each other's mouths. I once again reveled in the sensation that his mouth was bringing on to me. Those sweet and luscious lips were amazing; it almost ache to think about what they could to my bursting cock. He opened the box with his free hand and extracted a tube, and something else that I didn't see because he was moving on top of me, thrusting his huge prick against mine, creating friction and sending me to a higher plane. Then I felt him spreading something cold on my cock, I shivered at the contact but my cock just grew harder and thicker with blood. The opposite temperatures were a total surprise. Usually cold dispelled my hard-on but with his expert hand massaging the icy gel on my cock, I found a new height of sensation.
"You'll like this," he broke off the kiss then hastily trailed his head down, licking my nipples in the process which made me tingle. He kept his journey down south while I just grunted and moaned and groaned with anticipation. My heart thudded in my chest and my lungs almost gave out when he blew on my dick, the once cold gel now molten hot with his equally hot breath. My cock jerked and I almost came, building the pressure inside my groin with great intensity. The fire inside me was burning with a fury of passion.
"What is that?" I asked, for pure personal reason-and for future reference.
"It's a ranch secret," then he boldly took my ample cock inside his mouth, adding another hundred degrees to my loins. His lips felt like satin over my heated member and the inside of his mouth was hot like a furnace. He was relentless, he kept on licking my head and I could feel buckets of pre-come oozing out. I never had a blow job like this; it seemed that I never had a lot of things, with Mike. He descended a little bit, taking part of my shaft in his mouth, sucking and then squeezing. His hand kneaded my balls while he gave me the best damn blowjob I'd ever had. Then I felt the same liquid being spread around my tight hole, his finger pushing at the entrance and lingering there; pushing just to his nail and stopping, intentionally. The coolness of the gel made my sphincter squeeze his finger tighter.
"Put your finger in!" I begged, feeling the pressure build up to my limit but not quite enough to get me to the top. His teasing was making me crazy with a red fervor that it was impossible to think of anything else than being taken by him right here, right now. "Don't tease me like this,"
"You'll squirm for me; I'll make you beg," he rasped around the top of my cock, licking the pre-come that was freely flowing. He tongued my piss slit and licked the underside of the ridge of my cock-head. Everything he did to me was pushing me over the edge and making me hot with need I thought I might explode.
"I'm begging!" God, if the police would torture their suspects like this to get information, they certainly wouldn't fail. I was pretty sure that I was literally salivating y what he was doing to me.
"Get ready," He removed his finger and I heard my asshole gasp, looking for something to be put inside it. The emptiness was almost too hard to bear. I wanted to be filled to the rim.
Not a second had passed when I felt something enter my slick behind, but it wasn't his finger. It was something thicker and more satisfying. I felt a small cock entering me; I could feel the distinct mushroom shape of the head and the vein texture of the shaft. I looked down and saw his head bobbing up and down my cock, and then completely swallowing my whole length. The breath was taken out on my lungs, gasping at the sight of my cock disappearing to his mouth. I was amazed on how he could manage to put my nine-inch cock all the way deep at the back of his throat. My squirming body was almost impossible to control.
I felt the small cock moved inside me, twisting a full three-sixty and fucking me with haste and force. It wasn't my traditional preferred size but it was doing the job, together with his expert mouth. Then, the small cock pulled out, I moaned in frustration. The empty sensation was back again and I didn't know what to do next. I resisted the urge to put my own fingers on my ass because that would look like desperation. But I was desperate! I was desperate to be entered and be filled and be fucked. Oh, how I wanted his cock.
"I'll give you a better one," he said while he licked my balls languorously, then I felt a short stab of pain as a much bigger object penetrated me, not even gentle, all brute. But the pain soon subsided when it hit my prostrate, giving me more pleasure than I had bargained for. "Get up and suck my cock," he ordered.
I quickly obeyed, getting up on my knees, spreading my legs wide for the thick object that was shoved deep inside me, its tip resting exactly at my prostate. He stood up with his mighty cock swinging between his legs, looking bigger that I had first seen it. There was copious amount of clear liquid flowing from its bulbous head that was almost the size of a baseball. I gladly licked it and got my first taste of cock-juice in a year.
My head was filled with bliss as I was sucking on this humongous cock, barely fitting its girth on my mouth, stretching me farther. I shuddered at the thought of how this cock would fit inside my hole. One thing I was sure, it would hurt like hell. I was finally able to get half of his thick pole in my mouth when the object on my backside buzzed to life, vibrating with vigor and massaged my prostate. It was all I could take, I had to come.
"Please, let me fuck you," I begged him but I was already pushing him to bend over. The need to come was almost as heavy as the need to breathe.
"Go ahead, stud," he said then proceeded to doggy-style, on all fours. "Give me that cock,"
I didn't waste anytime and I grabbed the tube of lube lying on the floor, quickly and clumsily smearing it on my cock. The object in my butt was still vibrating and I was afraid that I wouldn't have the luxury of time to prepare Mike for my entry because I might come any second now.
"Ugh!" he grunted when I just shoved half of my cock in his asshole, then slowly shoving all of my length to the hilt until my trimmed pubes brushed his ass cheeks. "Oh, god, you're big!"
"Not as big as you are," I reminded him.
"I don't care, you're doing it for me," he went crazy and wild and rode my cock before I even got the chance to thrust into him. His ass was hot and sheathing me with tightness that made me want to thrust into him unmercifully.
"Shit," I cursed as I felt him squeeze my cock in a tight vise and twisted his hip to impale himself, corkscrew style. All the nerves on my erection were on fire and the pleasure was almost unbearable. I almost begged him to stop because I was afraid I might literally turn crazy.
I felt my orgasm lurking after just a few pumps of his hips. My ass was still being bombarded by pleasure with the thing vibrating in it, making me climb higher and faster. When I thought I was pleasured out, I was dead wrong.
"Do you want to come now?" he asked in a disgruntled tone. "I can make you come now,"
"Oh, shit, yes," was all I could manage to say then the thing on my backside buzzed to full life, sending me into my peak, and careening over the top. The vibration was so vigorous that it was moving in and out in my ass, creating friction and adding a higher sensation and it did my bidding. With an unintentional brutal thrust with my cock inside him, I erupted like a volcano, spewing my hot seed inside him, coating his inside with my slick substance. I was lost in a high, not realizing that my hips were still humping him, not relenting, even though I reached my climax.
"Yes, fuck me more," Mike groaned when I didn't stop, my erection still hard and needy-wanting for more of this hunk's ass.
"I don't think I can survive another orgasm," I confided, lost with all of the things happening around me-and lost within myself, finally resigning myself to be free.
"This time, come in my mouth," he rasped, standing up but didn't disengage and pushed me to lie down. I did what he wanted and he twisted, facing me, and causing my cock to jerk, sending another ripple of sensation all over my body.
It was an amazing sight; he was lifting himself up and pushing himself down on my hungry cock, his own cock bobbing in the air and smacking on my stomach, making me hornier. His cock was just awesome, swinging like an anaconda-an edible anaconda. I grabbed his cock and kept the head in contact with my skin, rubbing it on my ripped abs as he ascended and descended, leaking pre-come all over me. It amazed me that he was that big, hung half-way to his knees.
The pressure was back again, taking me to a new height, higher than the last one. His ass was constantly squeezing me and the thing that was buzzing inside me was now fucking me. I gazed at Mike's hand; he was pulling whatever inside me and fucking me with it; the vibration and the friction sending me into frenzy. Then I felt it again.
"I'm coming!" I yelled. He quickly dismounted me and took my cock inside his mouth, shoving his own cock in my mine. I gratefully sucked his monstrous dick, milking him and wanting to taste his come. The feeling was just awesome. I felt the first contraction of my orgasm, then the second with my thick and hot seed squirting with it. The third one was more powerful and so was the fourth one. I kept shooting and shooting, wondering where did it all came from when I had just came not long ago. I lost count after my eighth load and I seemed to have fainted.
"Trent?" a soft voice called me.
"Hmm?" I couldn't seem to find my voice, or the strength to speak. I was really drained, floating in a cloud of pure ecstasy.
There was that buzzing thing on my backside again, and that was all it took to jolt me back to virile life. I could feel my spent cock being resurrected, rising back to life for the third time, ready to blow again. Opening my eyes, I saw Mike's ruggedly handsome face above me, and then I pulled him down for a bone shattering kiss, locking and welding our lips together with the heat of our bodies.
"Mm hmm hm mm hmm hmm mm," I moaned through our locked lips.
"What?" he broke off.
"I want your cock inside me," I gutturally repeated, every fiber of my body wanting it.
"You have no idea how hot it is to hear you say that," he purred, grabbing the tube of lube and poured a generous amount to his more than generous cock.
I spread my legs for him, grabbing at the back of my knees and raising them up. He grabbed my cock with his slick hand, jerking me a little then he trailed his hand down to my balls, pulling at them, and further down to my stuffed hole, I felt the vibrating motion seized and I felt the object being slowly pulled out, my ass seemed to reject the idea and kept pulling it back. Once the object was finally removed, I could feel cold air rushing inside my gaping hole. The emptiness was there again but I didn't think of it anymore, I would be pounded into a bloody pulp within just a few moments.
"Git ready," his southern drawl thickened when he pushed his broad head into my sphincter, sliding easily and unhindered. "The vibrator worked,"
"I don't care," But I was thankful that the initial entry hadn't hurt; it was usually the part that hurt the most. "Just give it to me," The haze was back in my head and it seemed to cloud my better judgment. I wanted Mike but I wasn't sure that I wanted him on this level-or this way. I should have thought of that earlier, before I had fucked him silly. It would seem unfair if I backed out now.
"With that ass of yours, I don't think we have a problem," he giggled, then slowly buried his big cock inside me, centimeter by centimeter. My ass was being stretched to its limits with Mike's mammoth manhood, shoving it inside me. The haze grew thicker and all the worries in me vanished. All that was left was my lust for this man.
He took it slow and my hole seemed to accept his intrusion, accepting his whole length. I felt so full and I didn't think that he could put another inch more. But I knew that there was more. More than I would like to imagine. I looked down and quickly regretted it; he wasn't even halfway in. It was a wonder that he even fit the first half inside me. Mike truly was a wonder.
He moved again, giving me more of his dick, filling me to the brim. I couldn't feel his head anymore, it was lost inside me, but I could definitely feel the pressure that it was causing. It wasn't anything I had ever experienced before, it was phenomenal. I hadn't thought that a cock this large could give such pleasure, let alone existed.
"Kin you take more?" he asked, heavily breathing.
"I don't know, but I want to," I really, really wanted to see if I could take him. From my past experiences, my exes had had a hard time taking my full length, now I knew what they had felt-only bigger. But there was an up side to it.
"I'll be extra gentle," he grunted when I squeezed his cock, pulling and sucking it deeper inside me. "Do that again and I won't be gentle," he threatened.
"Just shove it!" I screamed, frustrated because I still wasn't feeling that sated. I wanted more of his cock. I wanted it all shoved deep inside me. The sensation it was creating was phenomenal, staggering and unrelenting.
He wasn't gentle anymore and I suddenly felt a jab of pain where I could feel his head again, hitting something inside me that wouldn't open up. I grunted a little and he seemed to sense my distress so he eased up, gently opening the wall he was poking. Then, it gave in, his cock-head was past the obstacle and all pleasure in the world seemed to have poured in me. He was buried to the hilt!
"Ooh . . . ah . . . oh, god!" I cried in ecstasy, not knowing where his cock was but I was glad it was inside me.
"That good, huh?" he asked then twisted his hips, causing me to burst in a whirl of pleasure again. Every cell in my body vibrated to life and came into awareness that Mike buried all of his length inside me.
"Yes!!! It is!"
"I'll make it better," he slowly pulled out, hitting my prostate all the way, causing my cock to spit a huge amount of pre-come. "Better already?"
"Oh, god, yes!" I was lost in the seventh heaven.
He thrust inside me, burying his whole length again in my hole, but this time with a little force. I gasped, but not in pain, but in pleasure. He was killing me. I could feel my intestines twisting into knots and my ass growing hungrier for his cock. I suddenly found myself wishing he had more, more to give me, and more to shove into me. And I suddenly wanted him to be rough and pound me mercilessly, giving me all of him and more. He raised my butt and motioned me to turn over; he pulled out completely as I did so, my asshole protesting.
"Put it in! Put it in! God, I want it inside me!" I sounded like I was desperate, but I didn't care or gave a damn. All I cared about now was his cock and my ass in unholy matrimony. Who knew that a cock that big could make someone lose his mind.
I could hear him smirk and laughed a little, seeming to be proud of himself for making me beg for his dick. Again, I didn't care. The truth was it was just making me hornier and hotter. Without warning, he thrust deep inside me to the hilt, not bothering with preparations. I clenched my teeth on the onslaught of pain but it soon vanished when he rocked his dick on my prostate, making short staccato strokes with his cock that made my sphincter over sensitized, rocking my whole body with his short thrusts.
I was writhing and I couldn't find anything to hold on to, the mattress kept slipping from my slick hands. I felt him leaning on my back, his hand on my hips and motioning me to raise them, which I did, gladly rid of the restraint my cock was feeling. His hand slowly massaged my hips, moving closer and closer to my front till he reached my aching pecker, and kneaded it with such gentleness that I was almost taken by it.
"I'm close," he whispered while he kissed my neck, keeping his short thrusts on my prostate. I just leaned my head on the mattress and arched my back, too lost for words because of the unworldly pleasure I was feeling.
"Come, and then make me come," I whispered, almost tears to my eyes-which left me puzzled and bewildered. His hands and his dick were making me crawl out of my skin. He was the greatest cocksman that I had ever met.
"Fuck! Here I come!" he cursed and grunted then shoved his whole length inside me, pulsating and growing bigger, then I could feel his cock contracting and expanding as he shot his warm spunk deep inside my hole. I could feel the warm, thick liquid flow out of my ass, around his thick prick, coating my backside with slick stickiness. He must have shot at least a cup of semen in my ass. He just kept shooting and shooting.
He returned to his staccato strokes while his dick was softening, even when he was flaccid, he was still bigger than most average guys. His soft head brushing against that soft mass of mine that made me crazy with lust. I could feel my prostate squirming and my butt clenching as he fucked me silly with his soft cock. Then, I was there; I was shooting my third load of the evening in Mike's hands. There was no description for the sensitivity I was feeling right now.
"I want to taste your come," I said, remembering my hunger for his load earlier.
He didn't say anything, he just pulled out his limp and spent cock out of my gaping, sensitized hole, leaking bucket loads of semen, then I could feel his mouth rimming and sucking at my hole, collecting and lapping. It gave me another orgasm again, my cock dribbling spunk for the fourth time, although not that great in volume, but it was equal in sensation. An orgasm was still an orgasm. I felt him tugged at my shoulder and I turned over, pulling me into a kiss. And there he went; I tasted his come inside his mouth. He must have had cleaned me pretty good because there was more than enough for me to swallow. His mouth was filled with his own salty, creamy jizz.
"Taste good?" he asked when I licked all of his come in his mouth, descending on my cock and cleaning it. He rose again to kiss me, this time with my come in his mouth, "there is yours,"
Our mixed spunk overwhelmed me, tickling my taste buds and left me wanting for more. I never felt sated in my whole existence-but there was that tugging feeling at my lungs and heart again.
"What do we do now?" I asked him when I finally came crashing down on my natural high, all my stored up feelings short-circuiting my brain. And all the reasons for my moving here came at me all at once. The guilt and the hurt and the depression making me almost invalid and I just couldn't help myself but to cry. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks and I couldn't have stopped even if I wanted to.
"Why are you crying?" he asked, concern showing on is face as he elevated himself on one elbow.
"Nothing!" I said and I just took off, butt naked, out of the barn. I ran to the confines of my temporary room. Locking the door and weeping in my temporary bed.
Hello, there. . . I hope you enjoyed reading this one... The part two is kinda on hold for now... Your comments and critiques are welcome, just email me at john_scott1991@yahoo.com Just make sure that you put the title of this story as the subject... I promise that I'll mail you back as soon as I can... And also, ideas are available for consideration for the next part... But if you have a weird fetish, like, oh, I don't know, just weird, don't bother suggesting it to me... I'm not into "weird" fetishes...