Page 25 of Stable Hand

Luke looked around at the empty room. “No one else here, hmm? So, you thought you’d take the edge off?”

Still, I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.

Luke took over. “Take your hand out of your pants, cowboy.”

I found myself obeying. I released my cock and slid my hand out of my pants, not sure what to do, my body a taut wire of expectation.

“Stand up.”

I slowly sat, then swung my legs over the edge of the bunk, placing my stocking feet on the wood floor. I made myself stand to face Luke. We were almost the same height, although Luke was a fraction taller. I gasped softly as the friction of my pants teased me. I stood shakily beside my bunk, eyes on the floor, cheeks flushed with arousal and shame.

“Hot damn, cowboy. You are fucking hot.”

“So are you,” I said, voice almost a whisper. I sounded about sixteen. I cleared my throat. “So are you,” I said in stronger voice, keeping my eyes down.

Luke reached out and touched the zipper on the open front of my jeans. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-five.”

“I’m twenty-eight. So, you’re younger than I am.” Luke muttered, running his finger along the zipper. “And greener.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I shrugged. And bravely raised my eyes to meet Luke’s bold gaze.

The expression on his face ripped me apart. And so did the words he said next.

“Take off your shirt, cowboy.”

I nodded, moving to obey, feeling like the air in the bunkhouse was burning me up. I undid the buttons of my best shirt and pulled it off, letting it fall. I remembered getting dressed in the morning, but that was a million miles away and an eon ago. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine anything like this happening.

Luke looked me over slowly and licked his lips. I watched him press the palm of his hand to the front of his jeans.

“Now put your hat on.”

Huh?

I stared down at my cowboy hat, then looked at Luke.

“You heard me. Do it.”

Something in Luke’s voice took all my self-direction away. He had secret powers, and I was a slave to them.

I swallowed hard. I reached down and took my cowboy hat from the bunk, putting it on and staring at Luke, saying nothing.

“Hold onto the rail. Both hands.”

I didn’t move. I was paralyzed again. I still couldn’t believe what was happening.

Luke stared at me. He virtually vibrated with anticipation. “If you don’t want to, say no.”

My chest rose and fell with my excited breaths. There was no way I could say no because every part of me wanted this. Yet I appreciated his magnanimity. I slowly lifted my hands to clutch the wood frame of the bunk, wondering what Luke was going to do.

Luke let out an animalistic groan as he pulled off his T-shirt and dropped to his knees. His hands went to the opening of my jeans. He glanced up and when our eyes met, I thought I might have a heart attack if Luke didn’t hurry the fuck up. I thought the anticipation might kill me.

“I’m going to suck your cock, cowboy. You want me to stop, say so.”

I nodded, holding my breath as Luke’s fingers pushed my jeans and boxers down so my throbbing erection bobbed free in the stuffy room.

Luke licked his soft lips as he eyed my penis like a ravenous dog looking at prime rib. My hips thrust forward of their own volition, so the head of my cock kissed his stubbled cheek and left a spot of moisture there.