full, dragging against his.
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“I’m close,” he warned.
“Me too,” Jeff gasped.
Clay watched fascinated as Jeff’s body seemed to stretch luxuriously and quiver, his head lifting and his mouth falling open, his eyes closed to mere slits as he moved faster.
At the first spurt of liquid, Clay moved his hand to cover their dicks, catching the fluid and using it to lubricate their movement. His hips bucked up off the mattress, lifting Jeff with him as they moved faster, and then he was coming too.
His eyes squeezed shut, but his mind filled with visions of Jeff moving above him.
He circled Jeff’s waist with his free hand when he felt the other man come to rest against his chest. The beat of his heart seemed to throb in his spent cock with their hands still joined around it.
When he felt Jeff’s lips on his cheek he turned his head to meet them.
Slowly Jeff slipped off Clay’s body to one side, their legs still entwined. Clay stroked Jeff’s flank and rested his hand on his hip, feeling a weird kind of intimacy in doing that. It was the first time they had actually planned to get together and… do things. And instead of wanting Jeff to leave right away, he actually looked forward to keeping him here all night, being able to look at him while he slept, to touch his skin, stroke his hair….
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THE morning sun gilded Clay into some kind of olden Greek god, Jeff thought, even while he poked fun at himself for such a flight of fancy. He had a sudden desire to see Clay naked on the back of a horse at sunrise, thinking he would look like some kind of ancient warrior, his body finely chiseled with muscle, strong arms and firm thighs, gleaming in the sunlight.
But that would chafe like hell and, besides that, was totally impractical in this world. Jeff was still chuckling quietly to himself when Clay opened his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Just had a funny thought.”
“Not that, with your hand.”
“This hand?” Jeff held up his free hand.
“The other hand.” Clay reached down to capture the hand lightly stroking his erection.
“Oh, that hand. I could stop.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I don’t want to bother you.”
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Jeff yelped in surprise when Clay pinned him on the bed, grinding down against him. He spread his legs, trapping Clay’s cock between them. It was short and wild; Clay thrust against him, Jeff arched up searching for friction. Their chests were heaving when they stopped.
“Good morning,” Clay said eventually, raising his head to nip at Jeff’s throat.
“I need coffee.”
“We’ll have to drive to get it. Want to clean up?” Without a hookup, the hot water was limited so both men did their best with washcloths and towels.
Jeff watched Clay get dressed, regretting a society that made such a man wear clothes. “What’s that scar from?”
“This?” Clay touched the scar on his side with his fingers. “Bull got me with his horns once.” Jeff nodded. He had scars too, and both of them were currently sporting a collection of bruises and scrapes from the falls and bumps they took.
Regretfully, Jeff put his hat on. It seemed to signal the end of their intimacy, and he felt Clay begin to withdraw from their secret bubble, retreating back to the impersonal friendliness of two men who pursued the same prize.
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“There’s a greasy spoon at the next stop. Want to get breakfast?”
“Yeah. I’ll follow you.”
Jeff returned to his own trailer. It was too early for most of the other people parked there to up be up and about.
He followed Clay’s trailer out onto the highway, the hum of the tires a familiar backdrop to his life.
WHEN they pulled in at the next major rest stop, Jeff walked into the diner behind Clay, nearly crashing into him when he came to a sudden stop. “What the fuck’s wrong with
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“I’m close,” he warned.
“Me too,” Jeff gasped.
Clay watched fascinated as Jeff’s body seemed to stretch luxuriously and quiver, his head lifting and his mouth falling open, his eyes closed to mere slits as he moved faster.
At the first spurt of liquid, Clay moved his hand to cover their dicks, catching the fluid and using it to lubricate their movement. His hips bucked up off the mattress, lifting Jeff with him as they moved faster, and then he was coming too.
His eyes squeezed shut, but his mind filled with visions of Jeff moving above him.
He circled Jeff’s waist with his free hand when he felt the other man come to rest against his chest. The beat of his heart seemed to throb in his spent cock with their hands still joined around it.
When he felt Jeff’s lips on his cheek he turned his head to meet them.
Slowly Jeff slipped off Clay’s body to one side, their legs still entwined. Clay stroked Jeff’s flank and rested his hand on his hip, feeling a weird kind of intimacy in doing that. It was the first time they had actually planned to get together and… do things. And instead of wanting Jeff to leave right away, he actually looked forward to keeping him here all night, being able to look at him while he slept, to touch his skin, stroke his hair….
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THE morning sun gilded Clay into some kind of olden Greek god, Jeff thought, even while he poked fun at himself for such a flight of fancy. He had a sudden desire to see Clay naked on the back of a horse at sunrise, thinking he would look like some kind of ancient warrior, his body finely chiseled with muscle, strong arms and firm thighs, gleaming in the sunlight.
But that would chafe like hell and, besides that, was totally impractical in this world. Jeff was still chuckling quietly to himself when Clay opened his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Just had a funny thought.”
“Not that, with your hand.”
“This hand?” Jeff held up his free hand.
“The other hand.” Clay reached down to capture the hand lightly stroking his erection.
“Oh, that hand. I could stop.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I don’t want to bother you.”
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Jeff yelped in surprise when Clay pinned him on the bed, grinding down against him. He spread his legs, trapping Clay’s cock between them. It was short and wild; Clay thrust against him, Jeff arched up searching for friction. Their chests were heaving when they stopped.
“Good morning,” Clay said eventually, raising his head to nip at Jeff’s throat.
“I need coffee.”
“We’ll have to drive to get it. Want to clean up?” Without a hookup, the hot water was limited so both men did their best with washcloths and towels.
Jeff watched Clay get dressed, regretting a society that made such a man wear clothes. “What’s that scar from?”
“This?” Clay touched the scar on his side with his fingers. “Bull got me with his horns once.” Jeff nodded. He had scars too, and both of them were currently sporting a collection of bruises and scrapes from the falls and bumps they took.
Regretfully, Jeff put his hat on. It seemed to signal the end of their intimacy, and he felt Clay begin to withdraw from their secret bubble, retreating back to the impersonal friendliness of two men who pursued the same prize.
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“There’s a greasy spoon at the next stop. Want to get breakfast?”
“Yeah. I’ll follow you.”
Jeff returned to his own trailer. It was too early for most of the other people parked there to up be up and about.
He followed Clay’s trailer out onto the highway, the hum of the tires a familiar backdrop to his life.
WHEN they pulled in at the next major rest stop, Jeff walked into the diner behind Clay, nearly crashing into him when he came to a sudden stop. “What the fuck’s wrong with
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