Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #13 (4.2)

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Dustin thinks Jordan is an incredibly sexy guy, and he's finding out firsthand just how sexy the man can be. See what's up with them in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #13 (4.2)

Pain flared inside Dustin’ at the unprepared intrusion, and his muscles tightened automatically, fighting against Jordan’s entry. He gasped in surprise just as Jordan claimed his mouth, swallowing his cry. Dustin arched his back, but it didn’t help, it still hurt. Then Jordan began to move inside him as he continued to kiss him, slowly at first, and the pain gradually began to recede, forced from his mind by the sweetness of Jordan’s mouth on his.

“God, you’re so hot and tight,” Jordan murmured when he drew back to take a breath. “You feel so damn good. Grab your legs, let me in deeper.”

Dustin obeyed, pulling his legs tight against his torso. He winced slightly as Jordan sheathed himself more fully. The sensations that coursed through him weren’t as painful as they had been, and his nerves were beginning to register pleasure at Jordan’s touch.

Jordan slid one hand beneath Dustin’s ass, stroking and kneading the flesh. “Such a sweet baby,” he murmured, “so sweet. So delicious.”

Jordan’s soothing words helped to ameliorate the roughness of Jordan’s approach. Dustin had been holding his breath, trying to breathe above the pain, but now he forced himself to take longer breaths. He couldn’t believe this gorgeous guy was so into him, and he wasn’t about to fuck that up just because their sex hurt a little. He could take it like a man.

Dustin’s cock was hard and aching to be touched, but Jordan didn’t seem to be inclined to do so at the moment. So Dustin took himself in hand and began to pump even as Jordan’s thrusts inside him became harder and shorter.  He barely had time to register Jordan’s release before Jordan fell back onto the bed beside him, panting heavily.

Dustin continued to palm his weeping erection until he brought himself to orgasm. He closed his eyes in an attempt to center himself, let his body and mind catch up to what had just happened. He felt the bed sway, but he had no idea what Jordan was doing. Surely he wasn’t getting up and getting dressed so quickly, was he?

He heard what sounded like a match being struck. So Jordan was a smoker, was he? Dustin hadn’t figured him for one of those, but whatever. Then his nostrils quivered as he smelled something that was definitely not tobacco. He opened his eyes and peered over at Jordan. Yep, just what he thought it was. Jordan was puffing on a joint, one hand behind his head, totally relaxed and comfortable in his beautiful skin.

His eyes met Jordan’s. Jordan seemed so…man-of-the-world and wise. Dustin felt distinctively out of his element, and wondered again what Jordan even saw in him. Other than a quick fuck.

As he watched, Jordan took a deep pull on the joint and held it, holding the handrolled cigarette toward Dustin.  Without thinking, Dustin shook his head. That wasn’t his scene, and never had been. He’d tried it, but hadn’t been impressed.

Jordan released his breath as he leaned toward Dustin, and Dustin found himself breathing some of it in, whether he wanted to or not.

“It’s okay,” Jordan said, “you’ll get used to it.”

Was Jordan suggesting what Dustin thought he was? That he intended to keep Dustin around for some time? He was trying not to read too much into his words, but it was hard not to.

If putting up with a little marijuana was the price of being chosen by a gorgeous man like Jordan, then that’s what he’d have to do. Didn’t mean he had to smoke the stuff, did it? In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but remember the roughness of their sex, and his rather unsatisfactory end, but quickly pushed the thought aside.

Dustin mumbled something, and Jordan was apparently satisfied with his response. He took a few more tokes then put the butt out in a small glass ashtray on his bedside table.

“Pot makes everything good,” he said around a large yawn. “Especially sex.” He stretched out one leg, then the other, before rolling onto his side, facing away from Dustin. Dustin thought he heard him say something about morning. The next thing Dustin knew, he heard the sounds of measured breathing coming from Jordan, a clear indicator he’d gone to sleep.

Guess I’m spending the night.

Even as he pulled the sheet up over his naked body, Dustin wondered if this was what Jordan did with all his dates, or was he special? Just before Dustin lapsed into sleep himself, he thought he heard Roy’s voice—why, he had no idea. “Boy, why are you so dumb?”

“Shut up,” Dustin mumbled and fell asleep.

to be continued

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