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"Good. Fuck me." Kabe hissed, the sound pouring down my spine and lighting fires everywhere. "Pound my ass, Joe, like a good gay hick."

I stopped squirming, my fingers caught in the tangle of a prussic loop. It hit me with a germ of an idea and I fished for a second. Then I rolled over, pinning him under my weight, the prussics in my grip. "You gonna pay for that." I had his left arm wedged beneath my body. Kabe's right was free, but only for so long.

"Think so?" He thrust his hips against me and his prick dug into my belly.

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I was going to Hell for how good this felt. "Know so." I grabbed his right wrist and looped the prussic a couple times around his arm, slid the knotted end through the open loop and tugged it down. The magic climbing knot was good for when you needed a knot to hold when you wanted and slip when you wanted. And I could do them quick and fast and in my sleep if I had to.

Kabe squirmed and tried to pull away. "What the fuck."

There is something to be said for not only being bigger and stronger, but in a position of strength. Really hard to fight someone off when you're under 'em. "Stay still, boy." I laughed and hooked the rope on a tie-down hook on the camper shell, up by the window into the cab. Then I shifted and his left hand came free. It shot up to worry at his bound wrist and I caught him.

"Fuck, shit, Joe." All that anger boiled itself into my balls and made me want him more. I didn't think that was humanly possible. I already felt like my prick was about to split its skin. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Just as quick, I knotted the other cord and strung him up.

"Having some fun." This time weren't so easy as Kabe knew what I was up to. He struggled, getting his knees up under him, and twisted, trying to yank the wrist off the peg. Still, I managed. Darn strange what desire, determination and a little know-how can do for someone. I wrapped my arms around his middle and pulled him back some.

Oh, Lord, it was beautiful.

Kabe's arms stretched above him. Whole body bowed: his hands tied behind his head, form straining in a perfect arc to 95

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where his knees kissed the bed of my truck. Thin hard muscle stood out on every inch of him, visible as light shadows cut across dark. Watching him, I tore into the little packet ...

amazed I could find it after that bit of wrestling, and rolled it down on my aching dick. Then I leaned in and licked the blade of his shoulder, followed it right down to his pit and buried my nose in the scent of him. That's about when Kabe stopped struggling, at least so much.

After a day of hiking 'round these hills, the flavor was all him. A little sweet, real thick and coated with the metal tinge that outdoor work brought on. I lost myself in licking Kabe, every single inch. Those hard brown nubs of his nipples rolled in my teeth. The dips in his abs as they flowed down towards his hot prick almost got me lost in exploring. The only thing I didn't go for was his dick. It was too much fun feeling him try and wriggle his way toward my mouth every time I got close.

When I finally reached his hole, me down between his knees and his legs up on my shoulders, it tasted like sin and salvation all rolled up into one copper-flavored well of musk.

That puckered flesh resisted my tongue for only a bit. Then it gave and I was drilling his hole with my kiss. I don't even rightly remember how long I spent eating out that tight ass.

But when I finally came up for air, I'd reduced Kabe to incoherent moans somewhere between cursing and praying.

I scooted up to him, pulling him onto my chest and belly, his back to my front. As I moved, I slid over the lube and fished it from underneath my butt. In trying to get the top off with my ham-handed fingers, I ripped it. Same difference, that darn thing was open. The little twisted tube gave out the 96

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dregs of gel with one squeeze. I'd make do. I slicked down my prick some and pushed the rest into his ass with my fingers. Not the easiest from my position, but I managed.

Kabe moaned and I think I did, too.

Kabe's legs spread wide over my thighs. As I took control of his body, one big hand wrapped over each sharp bladed hip, I parted his knees from behind with mine. My head bumped his hole and we both hissed. I rocked us, gentle as I could, slowly working my prick into his ass. The position clenched his butt into a whole vice of steel. I'd never been with anyone so open and so tight all at once. 'Course my experiences didn't rate as extensive no-how.

Soft, warm skin over a layer of muscle drove me insane.

Rough as it was on a little lube and a lot of desperation, I could die happy this way. Each stroke stoked fires into my joints. The bruises I pounded into my butt and back on the truck bed would be wonderful reminders of Kabe's sweet, hot hole.

My hands wandered over the contours of his body. The boy was perfect. He twitched and twisted on the rope whenever my fingers ran over a sensitive spot. The moves jammed him hard on my dick, making me insane. His hard cock jerked every time I drove in deep. A silken black rod rearing up in the moonlight, I could just see the outline of it over the ridge of his bent body. Sweat shimmered on his skin, catching the light of the stars.

I lost myself in the beauty of it: the heat of his body, the way we moved. I didn't even realize I was there until I slid over, pumping wet heat all up inside him. For a while it was 97

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all I could do to lay there and try and breathe. Kabe still trembled on top of me. I pulled out and managed to untangle our legs. Whoa, the boy's prick still stood proud, even though I hadn't touched him none. Not all guys that I'd known keep a hard-on through a pounding, especially if they weren't being touched. I got up on my side some. No way I could go up on my knees in the back of the truck.

Leaning over, I licked just the head of his prick. Kabe moaned ... one of those long drawn out desperate sounds that sent aftershocks rolling through my system. All damp and spicy, he tasted so good. I pulled the sweat of pre-cum off the tip with my tongue. Savored him. Kabe's body was meant to be enjoyed. I reveled in sucking him. Wrapping my mouth over his pick, I sucked down hard. One hand worked down under his sac and slid into that open ass, still puckering from a pounding, my other fist pumped him, meeting my lips each time I went down.

The shakes started again. And Kabe babbled, "Fuck, Joe, fuck." I felt his balls tighten against my wrist. A long, drawn out hiss of "fuck" clued me in and I pulled off. Two more pumps on that velvet pole and Kabe shot. His cum boiled through my fingers, all hot and sticky. Musk welled up and over me, searing through my senses and hitting deep. I just kept sliding my spunk-covered hand over and down his prick until I couldn't pull no more out of his body.

I could have untied him then, but I didn't. I knew his arms had to be screaming. Still, Kabe could take it for a little longer. I wanted to look at him like this, cum drying into little diamonds caught in the hairs around his tight, large balls.

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Sweat coated his dark skin with moonlight. His face turned to the side, lying on his arm with his eyes closed and mouth open. Exertion plastered his thick hair to his scalp. All of it coated in blue, blurred shadow of night vision. Someone was going to accuse me of being a romantic thinking like this ...

but he was so damn fine, like a darn shot out of one of those fancy, degenerate magazines I had stashed under my mattress.

Running my hands over his chest and neck, I savored the slick skin trembling with exhaustion. A fine stallion that's run his heart for me and ain't got more to give. As I worked up his arms, I didn't want to lose this. Not just yet. Couldn't be helped though. Easy, trying to keep his back balanced on my knees, I pulled Kabe's wrists off the hook. He sagged and I caught him, pulling down onto the blankets with me.'

Oh man, now that it was done, things like
circulation
registered. I was a thick hick. My fingers fumbled, trying to loosen the knots around his wrists. Soon as the rope let go, I started rubbing. Search and rescue training had to be good for something after all. "Lord, Kabe, I'm sorry. Didn't half think that through."

"Ow, shit, s'okay, man." Kabe hissed as blood pumped back into his palms, warming his hands under mine. He flexed his fingers and I helped restore flow by kneading the joints in my big hands. "It's just from being hung up, you know."

We worked his wrists and hands until he said it all seemed right. Then Kabe and I both got out of the truck for a moment, not bothering to find our clothes, and took care of some things. Way closer to the truck than we should have.

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Heck we were nekkid and it was getting mighty chilly. After we crawled back in and buttoned up the back, I settled down next to him, pulling him to me. His back against my chest, that long, lean form pressed into mine. A sight short of perfect. I nuzzled into his ear and smelled sex on his skin.

"Thanks." I mumbled. I could hear the sleep in my own voice.

Kabe yawned, "What?" Like he hadn't quite heard me right.

"I said," I nipped the skin behind his ear, "thank you. For everything." When it seemed like he was about to say something else, ask a question or something, I shushed him,

"Sleep now, boy. We done wrung all the sun outta this day."'

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The morning broke about an hour after I was already up.

Mountain rhythm, I fall into it so fast sometimes. My back ached from sleeping in the bed of my pickup and every muscle protested as I moved. The only parts that weren't complaining were wrapped up around Kabe. I lazed in his embrace, as much as manageable while bundled in a pile of sleeping bags and spare blankets. Somewhere among the hellacious mess surrounding us, my clothes hid.

I couldn't recollect the last time I'd slept nekkid.

I don't think I'd ever slept nekkid an entire night with anyone.

Still, here I was—mostly warm and definitely satisfied and just breathing in his scent with the morning air. Ain't nothing like either. The sharp cut of pine mixed with the metallic taste from dew hitting the ground washed over me with the blue light of dawn. I grew up with that smell, reminded me of being alive. Now, layered into it, a deep, earthy musk surrounded me. It drifted off Kabe's skin and burrowed into my senses. There was a ghost of mint there too, maybe from whatever soap he used.

His muscles teased my fingers as I ran my touch down his arm. All I wanted right then was to touch him. Not a bit more.

The wonder of exploring where his hip joined his groin kept me entertained something fierce. My other hand played with the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Felt almost like I was in some cheesy chick flick morning after scene. 'Cept there 101

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wasn't nothing girly about Kabe. Truthfully, I'd never managed the chance to be intimate like this. Never met anyone I'd cared to be intimate with. Until now.

Why him,
kept circling my brain. Lord Almighty, but he fascinated me, and not just the pretty boy outside, although I couldn't lie and say that didn't play a part. All of him.

Guarded out among folk, a dog that learned to bite so as to not get kicked. But then I saw that bright light in his soul when he took on a small piece of the mountains. That got me deep and hard. All my life I'd been looking for someone who understood, felt and knew what I knew about these hills. And dang it all, if it weren't delivered in the form of a two-bit jackdaw with a record. I'd done screwed up, dug myself into a well and forgot the ladder so I could climb out.

"How long," Kabe's voice was all mumbled with sleep,

"have you been watching me?" He nuzzled into my side like a cat cozying up to a fire.

I was perfectly content to let him snuggle close. Nights

'round here are a might chilly and the creak of the cold hadn't left the earth yet. No sense in lying, "A while. Didn't think I needed to shake you out of bed."

Kabe stretched. The movement pushed that hard, lean body all along mine. "How come you didn't fool around a little?" He finished the tease with a slow good morning kiss.

'Nother thing I'd never gotten much of. I savored the feel of stubble and soft lips. His warm breath on my face sent little chills down the back of my neck. We'd gone at it like jackrabbits the night before ... hard and fast. This felt nine kinds of different. Relaxed, familiar, comfortable—scared me 102

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to my bones. Rolling his head, Kabe pulled away. Darn, over way too soon.

I swallowed, "Who says I didn't?"

"My dick." He reached between us and flicked his cock so that it slapped my thigh. "I got morning wood, but it's the kind that says I gotta piss ... not piss and fuck."

"Wouldn't be my right to, I guess." My hand still rested on his belly. Springy curls tickled my palm. "I don't know, seemed maybe a shame to wake you up. Hard enough to sleep in the truck as it is."

"Got that right." He grumbled and pushed away. It was almost painful, losing the contact with his skin. As he rolled over, Kabe jerked the blanket off both of us. The extra clothes, jackets and all we'd piled on scattered through the truck bed. Instinctively, I reached to grab at the covers. I missed and mountain-crisp morning air nipped my skin.

"Damn." He laughed and propped himself up on one elbow.

"Why do you hide that under those stupid briefs of yours?"

Reaching back, he walked his fingers down my sternum.

Kabe's touch felt electric. "You'd look so hot in a jock or low-rise. That's a body made to show off."

Now I really wanted the blanket back. Since I couldn't have it, I turned away and started digging where I figured my clothes might have come to rest. A moment of scrounging and I found the briefs. While I fought with the fabric, trying to pull them up while flat on my back, I muttered, "They're just drawers." Once they were on my hips I grabbed the rest of my clothes and scrambled to the back of the pickup. Trying to drop the gate and yank the T-shirt over my head, especially 103