Page 28 of Wistful in Wyoming
Jeremiah watched, not moving, hardly getting enough oxygen to his lungs and brain, as Dale cupped his balls, tugging and rolling them in his palm. Jeremiah’s own cock and balls ached, demanding the same attention, but he held off as per Dale’s earlier demand.
“Yeess ... ” Dale hissed as he gripped his length again, sliding his hand up and down, twisting his fist around the head with every up stroke. Jeremiah could see Dale’s thighs tremble as the man jerked and moaned. Thrusting his hips upward, Dale fucked his fist, hard and fast. He screamed when the violent climax hit him. The camera shook as cum splashed onto Dale’s abdomen and chest while he babbled incoherently. After a few moments, the view shifted to show Dale’s face again. He was sweating and gasping for air. The sexy, filthy bastard winked at the lens and then the video ended.
Jeremiah was humping the air, his dick wet with his own precum, and he was sure if he touched himself, his orgasm would be brutal and fast. He quickly typed out a text and sent it.
Jeremiah: Holy hell! Fuck me that was so damn hot.
He grabbed a tube of lubricant from the bedside drawer and squirted some into his palm, before rubbing his hands and fingers together, warming up the sticky liquid.
Dale: Show me, Jay. Show me how hot you thought it was. Show me that gorgeous cock and how hard you are for me. Jack off for me.
Jeremiah groaned at the dirty words, swearing he heard Dale’s voice whispering them in his ear. Commanding him.
After taking a moment to wipe the lube off one hand onto the comforter, he opened the video app and flipped the camera, pointing it down toward his lap. He hit record and wrapped his fist around his shaft. Grunts and moans flowed from his throat. His balls were already tingling. It wasn’t going to take long before he shot his load. He tried to talk like Dale had in his video, low and sensual, even though it felt weird when he was all alone. Hopefully, he sounded seductive instead of comical when the other man watched the video. “Dale, you’re so sexy and hot. Goddammit, this feels fuckin’ awesome. I wish it was your hand around my dick, getting me off.”
He jerked himself in earnest, too impatient to draw it out, too needy and turned on. The sight of Dale working over his own dick was forever burned into his mind. He let his body take over—the sensations, the cravings, theneed—and crude words flowed easier from his lips. “I want you here with me. I want you to bend me over and prep me with your tongue and fingers. Then I want your cock to split me open and fuck me into this big bed. Hard and fast the first time. Just to take the edge off. Don’t pull out either—I want to feel your cum, so deep inside me. Oh, God!Ahhhhhh, shit!”
His orgasm ripped through him like a freight train. The force of it was nearly painful in its intensity. He allowed himself to make as much noise as he wanted, not tempering or holding back his reactions. Imagining Dale watching the video and jerking off again to it drove his orgasm higher and longer. He kept tugging on his cock and working every drop free, until he was too sensitive to continue. Breathless, he made sure he angled the camera up his stomach and chest, showing Dale that he’d come so hard, semen had reached his pecs. There were even some drops at the base of his throat.
With trembling hands, he ended the video, uploaded it to the message thread, and sent it to Dale before he could chicken out. He’d never done anything like that before and felt shy now that it was over. Dropping his phone onto the comforter beside himself, he reached over the side of the bed and snagged his T-shirt from the floor, using it to clean himself up.
Tossing the shirt in the direction of his hamper, he lay back and tried to catch his breath while he waited for Dale’s response.
Chapter Fifteen
Slack-jawed,Dale stared at the video on his phone, hitting play again and watching it a third time. With his heart in his throat, he couldn’t breathe, and even though he’d just come a few minutes ago, he was hard again. It was taking all of his willpower not to hop into his truck and race over to Jeremiah’s house, pin him to the bed, and fuck him just like he’d begged for—bare and raw, hot and deep.
When the salacious video ended, he chewed his bottom lip and hit the button in the app for a face-to-face call. He didn’t know if Jeremiah would answer but hoped he would.
A moment later, the man’s flushed and sweaty face filled the screen, the sight making Dale groan out loud. “Oh fuck, cowboy, you are so damn sexy when you come.”
Grinning shyly, Jeremiah shifted around on his bed, getting comfortable. The dark-green bedspread and pillowcase under his head contrasted gorgeously with his red hair, making his emerald eyes bright and mesmerizing. “I’ve never done anything like that before—I mean, the sexting and video.”
“How was it?” Dale asked, satisfaction coursing through him at being Jeremiah’s first at something as hot as that. If he had his way, there would be a lot more firsts for them in the near future. While he knew Jeremiah wasn’t exactly naive—he’d told Dale about going to a gay club in Cheyenne to hook up with other men—Dale got the impression there were a lot of things the cowboy hadn’t experienced yet when it came to sex.
“Amazin’. Almost as good as if you were here. To be clear though, that is not what I had in mind when I texted you earlier to say hello.”
Laughing, Dale replied, “I bet not, but it was so worth it. That video ... ” He turned his phone, showing Jeremiah how hard he was again, and that he was still naked, before bringing the camera lens back to his face. “I’ll be jerking off to that video for months to come when you’re not here in person. I love the filthy way you talked to me on it.”
Sighing, Jeremiah closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “You’re going to be the death of me, Marine.”
“Maybe, but what a way to go, eh?”
There were several beats of silence before Jeremiah opened his eyes again. This time, instead of passion and desire, or even amusement, there was wariness in them. “I wanted to ask you ...” He blushed and glanced away. Dale had come to learn, when his cowboy got like that, it was best to just give him a few moments to gather his thoughts and pick his words—he’d speak when he was ready. “What are we? What do, ugh ... what do I call you?”
“What do you want to call me?” Words filled Dale’s mind—boyfriend, lover, best friend, partner.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend before, but it feels a little too junior high for us. Aren’t we too old for that?”
Grinning, Dale shook his head. “Not at all. Are you asking me to be your boyfriend, cowboy? To go steady?”
Jeremiah paused a moment, meeting Dale’s eyes with a forthrightness that made his breath catch. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m asking.”
“Then consider yourself spoken for. I don’t share.”
With a growl, Jeremiah nodded. “Neither do I. While we’re dating, there’s no one else, for either of us.”
“Just the way I like it.” Winking, he pursed his lips and blew a kiss at the camera. “Did you eat dinner?”
