The Barnstable Chronicles - Book 6: The Barnstable Cowboy - 8. A Cape Cod Yankee (Part 1)

Damn! This is one cute boy! I see him looking behind me. Shit! I forgot!

“Nice to meet ya, Vic. These are my buds, Daniel and Jonathan. They’re gonna help me get my shit up here.”

“Hi, guys. Nice to meet you! Let me throw on some shoes, and I’ll help, so you don’t have to go out in that God-forsaken heat so much.”

I had to chuckle. “Welcome to Texas! This ain’t nothin’. You shoulda been here last month! Over 100 degrees pretty much the whole month!”

The guys put the boxes they had into my room, and the four of us headed down the elevator and out in the sweltering heat to grab the rest of his things.

“When did you get here, Vic?”

“A couple of hours ago. Mom and Dad went to Target to get stuff for the kitchen.”

“Awesome. I was planning on paper plates and plasticware, so we wouldn’t hafta wash dishes. But I guess real dishes’ll be nice every now and then.”

It only took two trips for the four of us to get everything up to the room. On the last trip, Vic’s parents returned from their shopping.

“What’s with this city? Plastic bags are illegal, and we had to pay 25 cents for a lousy paper bag to haul this stuff out of the damned store!”

I had to giggle and explained to Mr. Greenley that Austin is a very “green” city and passed an ordinance banning plastic bags a few years ago. Just about everyone is used to it now and uses cloth bags when they go to the store.

Vic thought he was dying in the heat and suggested everyone go up to the air-conditioned room and talk upstairs. Once everything was in the room, Daniel and Jonathan said they needed to run since they planned to spend the afternoon at Hippie Hollow.

Mrs. Greenley finished setting up the kitchen and told us that she and her husband wanted to take the two of us out to dinner. They had a room at the Embassy Suites and would ask the concierge for some dining suggestions. We settled on 6:00 since the Greenley’s were still on Eastern time.

I sat down on the sofa and stretched out. “Finally! Some alone time!”

“Right? My folks are pretty cool, but they can be a little intense after a while. Three days in the car with them sure wasn’t a walk in the park!”

Vic went to the refrigerator, grabbed a couple of water bottles, tossed one to me, and sat on the sofa. Damn! Did I mention how fucking hot this Yankee boy was?

“So—I’m Hunter Landrey. I’m from West Texas, where my folks have a large cattle ranch. I hated the ranch life and used my swimmin’ as a ploy to get out of as many chores as I could. Coach asked me to room with you since we had a lot in common, and he wanted me to be yer guide.”

“Oh? What do we have in common?”

“Let’s see—" I paused and thought a bit about how much we really had in common and decided a brief list would be best for now. “We’re both gonna compete as Freshmen, even though I’m a red-shirt Freshman, and you’re a true. We also swim the same events for the most part. And—let’s see—we’re both kinda hot as fuck!”

I giggled at my little joke and took a swig from my water. Vic commented on how awesome the dorm rooms were, that they were more like apartments than dorms.

“Yeah, UT is big on its athletics program, and they take real good care of us. We make a lot of money for the school, even though they say the most important thing is the academics—face it. It’s all about the green.”

Vic told me about growing up on the cape, and even though he wasn’t thrilled about Austin’s late-summer heat, he was not going to miss the brutal winters back home. We talked about our summers—how I had spent my summer waiting tables at the W Hotel downtown, so I’d have some extra spending money during the year.

“Coach won’t let us hold jobs during the fall training and the season, but once we finish with the Big Twelve tournament and the NCAA’s, we’re free to do pretty much what we want.”

We both took another swig of water, and I suggested a tour of the dorm. “If you think the room is nice, you’re gonna be blown away by what’s downstairs!”

We headed to the elevator and went down to the lobby. I took Vic to the front desk and introduced him to Velma and Betty, the women who pretty much run things around the facility.

The next stop was the cafeteria. “This is probably the best college cafeteria in the whole country. They don’t make that nasty starchy shit they feed the civilians here. Everything is healthy, and the portions are larger cuz we’re growin’ boys. The only thing is we need to get here early. The football team practices until six and start getting’ in here about 6:30. Trust me. They wipe out what’s left.”

Next, I took Vic to the area across from the cafeteria, which was the lounge. Vic couldn’t believe how big it was. There were two pool tables and three flat-screen televisions, each hooked up to a Wii, an X-box, and a PlayStation. There were also several seating areas with leather sofas and overstuffed chairs.

“Holy shit, Hunter. This place is amazing!”

“Yeah, we don’t talk about this room much. The civilian students would probably revolt if they knew we had this in our dorm! It’s pretty much just an urban legend to most of ‘em.”

We walked back out to the lobby and went up the stairs to the glassed-in second level. I lowered my voice out of habit. “This is the study area. Hell, it’s really our own library. The books on the shelves are pretty much everything we need for our classes. If you can’t find a book you need, just tell the dude at the desk, and he’ll have it sent over within an hour.”

We made our way back into the lobby. “Have you seen the swimming center?”

“I haven’t seen anything, dude.”

“Oh, that’s cool. Let’s go over there, and I’ll show you around.”

The swimming center was several blocks from the dorm, and when we walked into the building, the blast of cold air was a welcome thing to both of us. Our first stop was the pool area.

“Welcome to our sanctuary!”

“I’ve seen it on television when UT hosts the NCAA’s. But holy fuck, this is amazing!”

“Yeah, it’s probably the best facility in the country, and I’m guessin’ the NCAA would prefer to have the tournament here every year, but that wouldn’t be fair to the other schools.”

I showed Vic the team’s locker room and explained that there were four. There was a locker room for the men and women—and a visitor’s locker room for each. When the civilians are allowed to use the pool, they get to use the visitor locker rooms.

“Speaking of using the pool, we have our own time three nights a week from 7:30 to 9:00. It’s just for us dudes. The girls get their own three nights, too. Cool thing about our private time, most of us skinny-dip—well except the divers—too hard on the junk!”

“Yeah, my boyf—best friend is a diver.”

“It’s okay, Vic. I’ve had a boy or two. That’s another thing Coach said we had in common.”

“You mean?”

“Yeah, dude, I like dick!”

I wrapped my arm around a stunned Vic’s shoulder and led him out of the swimming center. As we walked back to the dorm, it seemed like Vic was still trying to get used to me bein‘ gay.

“Dude, you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah! I’m just trying to wrap my head around the idea of a gay cowboy. It’s just something I never really thought about before.”

“Well, of course, there’s gay cowboys. Just like any other profession. ‘Cept we get to fuck the cows when no boys are around.”

“Wha—?"

“I’m kidding, dude. Damn, it’s gonna be a blast yankin’ yer chain!”

We made our way back up to the room, and we both hopped in the shower to get ready for dinner. I’m glad we have our own bathrooms. I doubt if I could keep my hands to myself for very long if we had to share!

When Mr. and Mrs. Grreenley arrived to take us out, they asked me if I had any dinner ideas. It turns out their hotel didn’t have a concierge, and the desk clerks weren’t much help. So I asked if anyone was in a big hurry, and when everyone said they had plenty of time, I decided on something uniquely “Austin.”

I picked a restaurant called The Oasis. It’s a popular open-air restaurant that sits high on a bluff overlooking Lake Travis and has live entertainment almost every night. The best part was the unbelievable sunset over the lake.

It was a forty-minute drive to the restaurant, and by the time we had arrived, we were all pretty hungry. According to Claire, it was a perfect choice (she told me to stop calling her Mrs. Greenley). The menu had several Mexican-inspired dishes, and it gave the Cape Codders a chance to enjoy some authentic Austin cuisine.

Sam decided on the Chipotle Baby Back Ribs, while Claire chose the Grilled Shrimp Diablo. Vic and I decided to share a chicken and shrimp sizzling fajita combo.

The conversation was light, and I threw in some stupid jokes several times. What was weird? Vic—he just kept acting stranger and stranger the longer we were sitting at the table.

Towards the end of the meal, Sam and Claire decided they wanted to take some photos of the view while the sunset was in full swing. So that left us alone to finish up our dinner.

I leaned into Vic and spoke softly. “Dude, you need to relax. Ever since you found out I was gay, you’ve been walkin’ on eggshells. Don’t worry! I’m not gonna rape ya tonight. I admit, I think you’re a hottie-and-a-half, but the last thing either of us needs at the beginning of the school year is a new boyfriend. Besides, I don’t sleep with a dude until I at least know him a little bit!”

“Okay, that’s cool. Sorry if I’ve been making things uncomfortable for you.”

“Dude—I’m totally comfortable. You’re the one who’s all quiet and seems on edge.”

“You think my folks have noticed?”

“Naw. Your mom probably thinks it’s some kind of separation anxiety thing.”

“Yeah. And just so you know. I think you’re pretty fucking hot, too. But my boyfriend Gavin and I just ended things before I left, and most of what I’ve been feeling was guilt for being totally attracted to another dude so soon after.”

“Aw man, sorry to hear that. Hope it wasn’t a bad break-up thing.”

“Oh, no! It was really sweet, actually. We knew this time was coming and decided to end things out of practicality. He’s on the dive team at Ohio State. Between the distance and the pressures of our programs, we decided that it would be best to let each other go. I’ll always love him. He was my first boyfriend.”

“I totally get it. I had a thing this summer with Jonathan, and we ended it pretty much the same way. I don’t think he was too happy to see how hot my new roomie was, though. Oh well. It’s not like you can help it or anything! Oh, and I’m pretty sure Ohio State’s on the schedule.”

Vic grinned and rolled his eyes as Sam and Claire came back from their photo-taking session and sat down. We all enjoyed a cup of coffee before heading back into town. On the way back, Claire said she and Sam wanted to meet us for breakfast before heading out of town. I hated telling her that our first practice was at 5:30 a.m., and we probably wouldn’t have time. She was clearly disappointed, but she understood.

When we got back to the dorm, I thanked Sam and Claire for dinner and promised to take good care of their boy. Vic looked over at me and raised his eyebrows while giving me a slightly wicked grin. I hopped out of the SUV and headed up to the room so Vic could say goodbye to his parents.

It took Vic a bit longer than expected to make it back to the room, and when I saw him, I noticed his eyes were a bit swollen and red.

“You okay, bud?”

“Yeah, I just needed a little time alone. That was harder than I thought it was going to be. Mom was a mess, and fuck, Dad even teared up a little. I kept it together until they pulled away. I had a good cry on the bench and then came up here.”

“Hey, you know you’re gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, it just hit me all at once. Fuck, I’m a kid—just 18 years old. I’ve never been away from home for more than a few days, and now I’m gonna be halfway across the country.” As Vic spoke, the tears started forming again. “Oh fuck, I’m really not this big of a big baby!”

I got up from the sofa and walked over to my new friend, wrapped him in my arms, and just held him. Vic couldn’t hold back any longer and just let his emotions pour out, wetting my shirt with a river of tears.

“I know it’s hard, Vic. I went through the separation thing last year. Just let it out. You’ll feel a lot better.”

I was surprised at how nice it felt holding Vic. We fit together really well—we were just about the same height and build. Our strong arms complimented each other. Our muscular torsos were nearly identical and felt perfect when pressed together. Our crotches were at the same height and were naturally pressed against each other with the slightest amount of pressure. Vic was beginning to relax when I knew he could feel the pressure of my growing cock press against his.

Vic reluctantly broke away from my arms. “I think I’m gonna take a shower and crash. Thanks for being there, Hunter. That was pretty awesome of you.”

“No worries, bud. I promised your parents I’d be takin’ care of ya.”

On his way to his room, Vic stopped and turned around. “Dude, I love your accent. It’s cute as fuck.”

“Accent? I got no accent. Yer the one who talks funny!”

Vic raised his eyebrows at me and spun on his heels to go into his room. He didn’t shut his door as if it just wasn’t something he was used to doing. On top of that, swimmers tend to be the least modest animals on the planet. He stripped down for his shower, giving me more than a nice view.

While taking my shower, I started thinking about the cute boy who came into my life just a few hours ago. My cock was bouncing as I soaped myself up and ran my hands over my taut, smooth muscles. I imagined Vic doing the same thing in his own shower.

I wondered if both of us were stroking our dicks in our own hot shower. I wondered if both of us were thinking about our sexy roommate. Did Vic drop a nice nut while quietly calling out my name?

After drying off, I went out to the kitchen for a bottle of water. I checked on Vic and found him tucked into a fetal position, clutching the second pillow and sighing. I lightly knocked on the door, and Vic looked up.

“Umm, Hunter—you’re naked.”

“Yeah. Dude, I’ve worn more clothes today than I usually wear in a month. I hate clothes. I like being nekkid when I’m in the room. That okay with you?”

“Well, to be honest, it’s not the worst thing I’ve seen lately. I’m usually in my underwear around the house, so I guess I get it. What’s up?”

“Just checkin’ in on you, bud. Promised your parents I’d take care of you, ya know.”

“I’ll be okay. I’m kind of embarrassed that I lost it there.”

“Dude, surely ya don’t think yer the only one around who whose gonna miss home.”

Vic let out a sigh with, “I know.”

“Dude—” I walked over to Vic’s bed. “Ya mind?”

“Nah, it’s cool.”

I lifted the sheet and crawled in, sliding behind my roomie. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna fuck ya.”

“Not worried.”

“Cool.”

I could feel Vic start to relax as soon as I wrapped my arms around him. He grabbed the pillow he had been holding and gave it to me. Vic wrapped his arms around mine.

“Thanks, dude.”

I have to admit that I totally liked holding Vic in my arms. It just felt right. He sighed one more time. Vic’s first day in Texas had finally come to an end.

My finely-tuned body clock woke me up at 4:30 a.m. At 4:45, Vic’s alarm started to blare out some weird-ass song about seizing the day—or something like that. Once he silenced the cult-song-thing, I walked into the room with two cups of coffee and a nice, full semi-hard cock. But, hey—that happens in the morning—especially with a hot as fuck boy first thing in the morning.

“Saw some of that French vanilla creamer shit in the fridge, so I figured your mom got it for you. Put some in your cup. Damn! That’s some nasty shit, dude!”

“I like it! Shut up! What do you put in yours?”

“Nothin’—real men drink their coffee black.”

“Of course, it’s probably that cowboy thing you have going on.”

“Whatever. Get your Speedo on and throw on some shorts and a tee. You’ll probably get your team gear today, including three or four practice suits, so bring your bag.”

Vic took another swig of coffee and hopped out of bed, sporting a full-mast column of cock. Niiiiiice!

“Hey Hunter, thanks for being there last night. You’re pretty awesome. It was a big help.”

“It was nice for me too, bro. I always sleep better with a dude in my arms.” I spun around and headed to my room to get ready for the first practice. I totally felt Vic’s eyes on my bare ass as I walked away from him.

After getting dressed, a sleepy Vic went into the small kitchen and toasted a couple of bagels and had one ready to go for me. We poured our coffee into travel mugs, grabbed the bagels, and began the 10-minute walk to the swim center.

The temperature at 5:15 a.m. was in the low seventies, and there was a light breeze. Vic said that this was the only time of day he would enjoy being outside, at least until Fall. I started telling Vic about some of the guys on the team. I mentioned a couple of them that were also gay and let him know that pretty much everyone was super-chill when it came to the gay boys on the team. It just wasn’t an issue.

But then, of course, there’s the asshole Wesley Owen. I told Vic how Wesley was constantly trying to cause trouble. I explained that he was from Oklahoma and how the rivalry between Texas and Oklahoma was so deep-rooted and bitter that it went far beyond the two schools. As far as UT was concerned, anything and everything Oklahoma sucked.

“I’m totally surprised Coach Reese kept the dickwad on the team. He don’t put up with bullshit. So—I’m just lettin’ you know to keep an eye out. I’ll let ya know who he is when we get in.”

It turns out we didn’t have to wait to get inside. We were about to walk into the swim center and were practically knocked over by the boy from Oklahoma.

“Watch it, faggot! This yer new boyfriend?”

“Shut the fuck up, Owen. This is Vic—and he can outswim you any day of the week. You don’t wanna fuck with us.”

Wesley barreled his way into the center, leaving us standing outside the door. “Don’t let him get to ya, Vic. Best thing to do is ignore and outswim him—which really isn’t that hard to do.”

“Hmmm—okay.”

“Besides, if he keeps this shit up and Coach sees it, he’ll be out on his greasy ass faster’n a coyote in a chicken coop.”

Vic looked at me and cocked his head. “Faster than a what in a what?”

We just laughed and made our way into the locker room. Vic was pretty blown away by the collection of hard, smooth bodies.

“Jesus, Hunter. How do you keep from popping wood with this scenery?”

“I don’t. And neither do half the other boys, see?”

Sure enough, at least half the boys’ cocks were in some form of fullness, many completely erect. Vic smiled. Yeah, he’s gonna be just fine.

At 5:30 a.m. sharp, the coaching staff entered the pool area and stood in front of their new Longhorn swim team. Coach Reese gave the usual pep talk, spoke of expectations and goals, talked about how he considers his team his second family, and then introduced the rest of the coaching staff.

Coach Reese then concluded his talk. “We are all in a highly individualized competitive sport, and due to the nature of the beast, all of you will compete for a position on the team. I am here to tell you—and I hope I only will have to tell you once—your competition with each other is valued only by the respect you have for each other. There is absolutely no room on this team for competition without respect.”

I noticed Vic glancing down the row of swimmers, catching the menacing glare of Wesley Owen. Vic smiled, nodded his head, and turned his attention back to Coach Reese.

“Now, today is about evaluation. You will swim in groups based on your discipline. I don’t want to see a race speed. I want a 60-65% speed so the staff can evaluate you and begin working on your individualized training program. If you are swimming a medley, you won’t need to do the individual disciplines. You’ll do the entire combination.

“When you are finished with your evaluation laps, you are free to go to breakfast, and we’ll start our work evaluating each of you. You will return and be ready to go at 10:00 a.m. We’ll start with the butterfly, followed by backstroke, breaststroke, freestyle, and end with the 400 medley. No need to run the 800 since it’s the same guys. Alright, gentlemen, break up into your groups, and let’s get started!”

Vic and I were already sitting together, and two other swimmers came to join them. The first was Jerry, who sat down next to me and introduced himself to Vic. Vic didn’t see the second swimmer sit next to him. I could tell he wasn’t too thrilled when he turned around and found himself face-to-face with Wesley.

“Your ass is mine, freshman fag boy,” he muttered to Vic.

Vic chuckled and turned to face Jerry and me. He leaned in and asked, “What the fuck is his problem?”

Jerry and I laughed and said in unison, “He’s an Okie.”

The four of us sat and watched the evaluations, and about forty-five minutes later, we were called up to the starting blocks. Jerry and I were in lanes three and four. Wesley was in two, and Vic was in five.

The gun fired, and the four of us did a leisurely swim with two lengths of each stroke. Since we were not racing, we finished the freestyle at about the same time. As we were climbing out of the pool, Wesley “accidentally” bumped into Vic, knocking them both back into the water with a splash.

“Watch it, faggot!”

“What the—?"

“Owen! Out of the pool! Now!” Coach Reese was quickly walking over to the starting blocks.

Wesley and Vic both climbed out of the pool. Vic sat on the block, looking like he had just found himself in a foreign country. My heart went out to him.

An angry coach stood in front of Wesley, “What was that all about, Owen? Did you not hear a damned word I said earlier?”

“That fag knocked me back into the water.”

“I saw the whole thing happen, son. Now you owe Greenley a couple of apologies--now!”

Wesley, looking down at the ground, mumbled, “Sorry, I knocked you back in the water.”

“And?”

“That’s all, Coach.”

“Are you sure? What about the slur, son. Apologize for the name-calling.”

Wesley looked over at Vic with a hate-filled sneer. “Sorry you’re a fag.”

“That’s it, Owen. Go clean out your locker. Then clean out your dorm room. After that, you can drive yourself back to Oklahoma. You’re done here.” A pissed-off Wesley Owen headed to the locker room, cursing under his breath the entire way.

Vic hung his head down, apparently embarrassed at the situation. “Sorry, Coach. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble the first day.”

Coach sat down on the block next to Vic, placed his elbows on his knees, and leaned into his star Freshman. “Son, you didn’t cause a damned thing. Owen has been a pain in my ass since the middle of last season. That boy has no filter and lacks any hint of common sense. We’re gonna be a better team without him. Now, you three get showered and grab some breakfast. You can still make it to the cafeteria before the football boys get there.”

When the three of us made our way into the locker room, only a couple of guys were still there. They went up to Vic, whooping and hollering. They said that Wesley was cussing up a storm as he cleaned out his locker.

I put my arm around Vic and told him, “Dude, yer gonna be the team hero once they all find out that the Okie is gone!”

Vic just shrugged as the three of us headed into the shower to rinse off. Then, on our way back to the dorm to eat, Vic was quiet and just watched the ground move by as we walked.

Jerry put his arm around Vic’s shoulder and said, “Dude, you can’t get down over this. Really—you’re pretty hot shit in my book the way you didn’t let him get to you.”

“But he did get to me,” Vic sighed as we walked into the dorm and headed for the cafeteria. We grabbed a nice, hearty breakfast and sat down together. I was starting to worry about my roommate.

“Dude, you okay?”

“I don’t know. I’m just not used to being harassed for being gay. It was a non-issue back home. Is this going to happen all the time? If it is, I need to rethink my being here.”

“Oh, Hell no! I finally got a roomie that kicks ass. Yer not leavin’—and yer not gonna be getting’ any shit from the other guys on the team.”

The next half-hour proved me right as word spread to the rest of the team heard about what had happened back at the pool. Vic was thanked, congratulated, hugged, and declared a hero for getting Owen kicked off the team. He tried to explain that he hadn’t done anything, but the other boys wouldn’t hear it.

By the time 10:00 rolled around, and the team was back in the pool area, the excitement was palpable. The boys were all wearing their street clothes as they were instructed. The coaching staff broke the team up into groups again, and the coaches led us out of the pool area.

Vic, Jerry, and I were sitting together, and Coach Ellis gathered us up to take us to a conference room. There was a large television on one wall with a laptop open on the table.

“Okay, boys. I’m gonna be your Medley coach for the season. Greenley, I’m Mike Ellis. You other two dimwits know me already. Jerry and I chuckled and told the coach we were glad to see him again.

Vic was amazed at what took place over the next two hours. First, there were videos of us as we went through the different strokes. Whenever the coach wanted to point out something that needed work or improvement, he clicked a few keys on his laptop, and yellow graphics, arrows, and lines helped us see more clearly what the coach was talking about.

At the end of the session, Jerry found out he would be worked hardest on his breaststroke. I was told I still needed improvement on my butterfly, and Vic didn’t seem surprised at all when Coach Ellis told him he needs to work on his backstroke.

“Boys, now that there are only three of you, you’re all going to be able to get more personal time with the coaching staff. That means if you all bust your asses where we need you to, we just might have the best medley team in the Big 12. I’m looking forward to seeing how well you do.

“Now, the good news. You boys have the rest of the day off while the coaches get your individual training programs drawn up. Don’t eat a big lunch. Coach has ordered nice steak dinners for you boys. Swim team dinner is at five. We’ll be in the private dining room, and all the coaches will be there, too. Think of it as a welcome dinner. Oh, and this doesn’t happen often, so don’t be expecting the royal treatment all the time, Greenley!”

The three of us chuckled, shared a fist bump with our coach, and headed back to the cafeteria. We had a sandwich and a garden salad and talked about typical college stuff. I mentioned that I was going to drive Vic around town and give him the grand tour. I invited Jerry, but he turned me down as he would be spending the afternoon with a new girlfriend, who was on the women’s team and just got into town this morning.

When Vic and I got into the room, I immediately shed my clothes. Vic stripped down to his boxers. I cocked my head and gave Vic a “really?” look.

“Oh, what the Hell.” Vic shrugged his shoulders and joined me in my nudity.

“Much better. This room is now officially a no-clothes zone. We’ll keep our bathrobes on the hooks by the door in case someone comes by for a visit.”

“Cool. You’re a fucking goof, you hot cowboy!”

“I know—on both points!”

We went into our rooms, got our bathrobes, and hung them by the door. I put my hands on Vic’s shoulders and looked seriously into my roommate’s eyes.

“Look, Yankee boy—the last thing I want is a boyfriend. But I think I definitely have a new friend here.”

“Totally agree, cowboy.”

“Cool. Now, don’t freak out. But I really want to kiss you. Been wantin’ to since I got here. You cool with that?”

“Hmmm. If I let you kiss me, that means I won’t have to listen to your funny accent for a while, right?”

“That’s right, dimwit—just like I won’t have to listen to your fuckin’ Yankee talk.”

“Then kiss me, cowboy!”

It was a kiss for the ages. It started tenderly, almost tentative. Vic was the first to introduce tongue to the kiss. I opened my mouth and welcomed it. We slowly increased the pressure to each other’s mouths as our moans increased. Finally, I broke away from the kiss so Vic and I could catch our breath.

“Wow, you Yankee boys sure know how to suck face!”

“You cowboys aren’t bad, either—and face isn’t all I’m good at sucking.”

“Oh? I’ll keep that in mind, but I think you should kiss me again. I mean, there’s nothin’ wrong with a little practice, right?”

The second kiss was even more intense than the first, and when we came up for air, I led Vic into my bedroom—and onto my bed.

“I have this sudden cravin’ for some Yankee dick.” I laid Vic on his back and straddled above him with my hard 8 and 1/2 inches over the Yankee's mouth. Vic reached up and gave it a couple of strokes, causing a couple of precum drops to fall on his face.

I wrapped my lips around the cock in front of me while Vic slipped his tongue between the foreskin and head of the large cock hanging over his face. I let out a moan that vibrated around Vic’s cock, as I took more and more of Vic into mine. Soon, both of us were full-on sucking, moaning, and bringing even more pleasure to each other.

Being 18 and 19—and horny as fuck, it didn’t take but a few minutes for both of us to shoot huge loads into each other’s throats. After coming back to earth, I moved back around and took Vic into my arms.

“Wow! Sorry that didn’t last longer!”

“Dude, we’re still teenagers and horny as fuck. Besides, I promised your mom I would take care of you—and this way yer takin’ care of me, too! Oh, and dayum, Yankee boy—you sure do have a nice big dick!”

“You too, cowboy. They sure do grow them big on that ranch of yours!”

We kissed again and shared what was left of the nut in our mouths. Then, wrapped in each other’s arms, we fell asleep for a quick afternoon nap.

Yeah, I’m gonna love hangin’ and playin’ with my new roomie. Vic Greenley was everything—and more—than I could have hoped for!