Page 27 of Wistful in Wyoming
The next photo showed Dale’s handinsidehis boxers, gripping his long, hard length, his knuckles pressing against the navy blue material, showing how tightly he was holding himself. The head of his cock peeked out from under the waistband, deep purple and glistening with precum. Jeremiah’s mouth watered in memory, and he swore he could taste the salty bitterness even now.
The third picture made Jeremiah’s already half-hard cock plump up and stiffen fully. It showed a completely naked Dale with his fist wrapped around his dick, precum shiny on the tip, trailing down the side and over his hand. He appeared to be lying flat on his back in bed, working himself over, his knees splayed wide, balls hanging heavy between his legs.
“Jeremiah?” Grady’s voice broke through Jeremiah’s thoughts and the fantasies spinning around in his mind at the sight of the photos.
“What?” His voice croaked like he was going through puberty again. He cleared his throat and tried a second time. “Sorry, what’d you say?”
“I asked how things were going around here, but you seem awfully distracted. What’s on your phone that has you so ... I don’t know ... flustered? Is everything okay?”
“Nothing.” His phone pinged again, this time with a video file. He inhaled sharply.
Oh God ...
“Uh, s-sorry. Let me just ... um ... answer this ... uh ... text. Sorry, just ... just some business I have to take care of.”
Jeremiah: Stop! Grady is here! OMG Dale, I can’t. You’re killing me!
Dale: I don’t want to stop. It feels sooo good. Did you watch the video?
Jeremiah: I can’t! Grady is literally sitting right beside me!
Crossing his legs at the knees, he did his best to hide his state of arousal. His jeans pinched uncomfortably, but the pain did nothing to dull the ache in his balls. Saliva pooled in his mouth, and he swallowed several times before he could start drooling like a St. Bernard with a juicy bone.
After silencing the phone and its unexpected pornography, he glanced toward Grady but didn’t meet his questioning gaze, instead, focusing on the letters on the man’s shirt. “Things are ... um, good. Same as ever. Looks like we’re going to have a good calving season. Profitable.” Somehow, he managed to fall back on the familiar subjects of ranching and the cattle, the answers nearly automatic after a lifetime of similar conversations.
Grady’s brow furrowed, but thankfully, he didn’t question Jeremiah further about the texts. “That’s great—hope this weather holds.”
This time, instead of a ping, the phone vibrated in his hand.
Dale: Jay, I need you. My cock is so hard for you. I keep thinking about what it felt like to be inside your mouth. The sounds you made were so hot ... so sexy.
Biting back a groan, he fought for composure. He had to stop looking at the screen every time a new message appeared, but it was like a train wreck—he couldn’tnotlook. “Yeah, not too hot yet, huh? It’s ... uh ... nice for a change.” They could’ve been in the middle of a blizzard and his answer probably would’ve been the same. He was too focused on thesextsDale was sending him. Jeremiah had never experienced sexting, or even phone sex, before, but if this is what is was like, he wanted to do it often. Alone, of course, when he could take matters into his own hands—literally.
Two can play this game,he thought to himself.
Fingers flying over the screen, he answered Dale, half listening to Grady ramble on about a bar fight he and his deputies had broken up last night at the Spur and Bull.
Jeremiah: I keep thinking about it too. You tasted so fucking good. Your cock filled my mouth and throat just right. Makes me wonder where else you’d fill me just right.
Dale: Oh fuck. Jay ...
His phone didn’t vibrate for a few minutes, and with disappointment, he thought that was the end of it. But when the device vibrated in his hand once more, he nearly ejaculated in his pants as he fumbled the cell, catching it at the last second. Dale had sent him a picture of his cum-slicked stomach, his hand still holding his now softening dick, creamy-white jizz covering his fingers and knuckles.
Jeremiah: OMG! You didn’t!
Dale: Damn right I did. Don’t come in your jeans this time ;) Get rid of Grady then go inside and watch the video I sent you. Send me one back. I want to see you come, baby. I want it so bad. But don’t touch yourself until you’re recording.
He didn’t hesitate even one second, hitting the button on the phone that would put it into sleep mode. “Hey, Grady, I’m sorry, but I have to call this guy ...” he gestured to the darkened device, scrambling for a plausible explanation, “and ... uh ... sort out this mess about his ... um ... balls—bulls! They’re ... uh ... supposed to be here for insemination in June, but now he’s saying he can’t get them here until July. I hate to cut your visit short, but this’ll take a while. Rain check?”
“Sure, no problem.” Grady stood, setting his now empty beer bottle on the porch rail. He paused a moment and stared at Jeremiah. “Sure you’re okay?”
He nodded, unable to get to his feet without giving away the fact he had a raging hard-on. “I’m fine. Just ... need to get this straightened out.” Jeremiah suspected Grady saw right through him, that he knew something else was going on, but with his cock throbbing painfully, Jeremiah was too desperate to care right then.
“All right. I’ll be seeing ya.”
Jeremiah didn’t even wait for Grady to drive off before he was barreling into his house, slamming the door shut behind him, and flying up the steps and down the hall to his bedroom. Tossing his phone on the bed, he stripped to his skin and flopped backward onto the king-sized mattress. He propped himself up on his pillows, not touching his aching dick yet, needing to see the video first.
Opening it up, he pressed play, holding the phone close enough so as to not miss a thing. Dale’s face and upper chest appeared on the screen, his shoulder moving up and down, jerking in an unmistakable motion. The video shook a little but not enough to be a hindrance. Dale’s rough and rumbling voice filled the air. “Jay, fuck, it feels so good. I wish it was your hands on me. I love it when you touch me.” The rhythmic sounds of flesh slapping flesh were loud in the otherwise still bedroom, competing only with Jeremiah’s panting, moaning, and pounding heart. “I’m so hard it hurts, baby.” The camera angled downward, showing Dale’s hand wrapped around his thick cock. He’d applied lube, his skin slick and shiny with it.
