Page 56 of Stable Hand

“God, you must be exhausted. You don’t have to…” I protested, secretly dying to have Luke’s mouth on me again.

Luke had already popped the button and zipper by the time I finished speaking. “Oh, I want to, cowboy. I owe you one.”

I shook my head, pushing gently on Luke’s shoulders. “You don’t owe me.”

“You want to keep arguing? Or you want me to suck you off? I know you’ve probably been hard all day. Who wouldn’t be?”

I sighed, dropping my arms. “Fine. Okay. You’re right.” I watched as Luke sank to his knees and slipped his hand inside my shorts, pulling my cock out. “I’ve been hard all day.”

“So, I’m gonna take care of you, and then we’ll go to the bunkhouse. And then we’ll have a nap. And then we’ll go to the bonfire.”

I gasped as Luke’s tongue traced a path along my dick. “I keep…hearing about a…bonfire.”

Luke kissed and tongued all along the length of me as he spoke. “The party’s a yearly thing. Canada Day is on Sunday, but we’ll be too tired from our weekend. So, we’re having the bonfire tonight.”

I nodded, not really caring about anything but Luke’s mouth on my cock.

“Everyone goes,” Luke said, tonguing my tight balls and flicking toward the other place, only for a second, enough to make me gasp. “You’ll have fun. They make us play games.”

“What?” I gasped. “Games?”

Luke laughed. “Well, normal games. Like volleyball. Anything so they can watch us prance around half-naked, right?”

“Oh. Okay. Only the ponyboys?”

“Anyone who wants to. Sometimes the trainers or the stable hands join in.”

“Oh.” I closed my eyes and moaned as Luke finally took my cock inside his warm mouth. “Shit, Luke, this won’t take long.”

Luke didn’t reply, but kept working my dick, gripping tight at the base and sucking like a champ. All the memories from my busy and arousing day returned to me as I cried out and spilled in Luke’s mouth.

“Fuck, oh fuck, oh God,” I cried, thrusting into his wet heat, coming so hard I felt my legs trembling. If not for the wood wall behind me, I might have collapsed.

Luke released me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and stood, dragging his body along mine. He tucked my cock back in my shorts and zipped me, gazing into my unfocused eyes as he did.

“Good cowboy,” he said, with a wicked grin as he cupped my chin and kissed me hard on the mouth.

My lips parted eagerly. I let him take what he wanted, my tongue exploring his mouth, tasting myself there. He controlled the kiss at first; then he became soft and tender, surprising me. I responded in kind as warmth blossomed in my belly.

When Luke pulled away, he covered his confusion with a joke. “You’re the king of hand jobs, but I’m the queen of oral.”

I grinned, still breathless from the kiss. “Sure.”

I hoped he wouldn’t find out about the other hand job I’d given today. “You know, I don’t always, uh, orgasm so fast.”

Luke raised his eyebrows.

“I mean, I have some control. Usually.” I felt the heat in my cheeks.

“Cowboy, anyone with half a nut who was new to this place would’ve spilled in his pants by now,” Luke said gently. His look conveyed affection and respect. I found myself drowning in the unexpected kindness.

Then he pulled away, his hands making sure my clothes were tidy. He cracked the arena door, checking our surroundings. “The coast is clear,” he said, then pushed the door wide. “Come on.”

I followed him out, fear we’d be discovered a small flutter in my throat. Luke shut the door carefully behind us, making sure nobody had seen us exit the barn. Then he started walking along the dusty path, glancing behind to make sure I was following him.

“Fuck,” Luke said, shaking his head like something annoyed him.

“What?”