A cowboy in the picture
The steam from the shower had cleansed Marcus’s body, but it failed to help clear his mind. It had been a long day of housework and unpacking. He felt proud of the advances he’d made. The house was almost a home for him.
He moved into the bedroom. His body felt stiff. His muscles felt tight. He craved for something that he couldn’t have. There was hunger to be touched, held, and desired. It had been a while since he longed for it, but it was there. It was there, and there was no one around to touch him, hold him, and desire him.
Marcus climbed into bed just as the text notification went off. He picked up the phone to see it was a message from Ryan. He smiled to himself. For the last few days, they had been texting a lot. It was all cute and very surface. But also enough to keep them both invested in more.
Ryan: Party by the North End of the lake tomorrow?
Marcus: Are you asking me to go?
Ryan: Duh!
Marcus: Duh? If you ask nicely.
Ryan: Will you come to the North End tomorrow night?
Marcus: I guess. I wish I could see your puppy dog eyes. That way, I’d know you’re really sincere.
Ryan: One puppy eye dog picture coming right up!
Marcus laughed to himself. He really liked how easy it was to talk with Ryan. The phone went off again. He opened the message and quickly slammed the phone face down.
Oh, shit,” he uttered.
He picked the phone back up, tilted his head sideways, and smiled. It was unexpected, but it wasn’t disappointing.
“Impressive, Cowboy,” he said to himself.
Ryan sat up in his bed as soon as he realized what he had done. He had accidentally sent Marcus a picture of his cock instead. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen each other naked at the lake, but a dick picture was different.
That kind of picture meant something entirely different. He glanced at his phone and saw those three little dots. He waited for Marcus to say something back. For several minutes, nothing happened, and then the dots went away.
“Yeah…I fucked that up,” he said as he got out of bed.
Ryan went downstairs and found all three of his older brothers playing video games in the den. They were shit-talking and laughing. He hated to interrupt them, but he needed to know what to do. He’d never sent a dick pic to anyone before.
He cleared his throat. “Guys, what does it mean if you accidentally send a dick pic to someone and they go silent?”
They quickly paused the game. He hated the way they were all staring at him. Especially the way Cameron was looking. He could always count on Cameron to see the bad in everything his brothers did. It was like he lived for them to fuck up.
Taylor was the first to speak up. “I mean, honestly, Tanner shouldn’t flip out too badly. You two have been screwin’ since forever.”
Ryan sighed, “It wasn’t Tanner.”
“What? A random person?” Taylor asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” Ryan shouted. He felt his frustration with the situation growing. “Just what does it mean?”
“It wasn’t a random person,” Cameron chimed in. “Our little brother is talking to someone else. Finally, tapping into the family lineage. It wasn’t a limp dick pic, was it?”
Ryan rolled his eyes in frustration and said, “Cam, don’t be a dick.”
Cameron got up, walked over, and tossed his arm around his baby brother’s shoulder. “I want to meet this person. As your older brother, it’s my job to protect you.”
“Protect me?” Ryan questioned. “Since when have you ever cared about protecting anyone other than yourself?”
“I’ve always protected each of you, even when it looked different. So, how’d you end up sending a limp dick pic?” He laughed at the question.
You could always count on Cameron to tease and mock someone. Especially where Ryan was concerned.
The other two laughed. Ryan pushed Cameron away. He hated that he asked them for their opinion on the matter. Ryan always felt like he was the butt of jokes with his brothers.
‘Look, Ry,” Eric said, “If it was an accident, apologize. No harm, no foul. Don’t beat yourself up about an accident. Don’t send a limp dick pic, and always make sure your pubes are trimmed.”
Ryan finally received a text message from Marcus. He opened it, and the image he saw made him smile. Things were good. They were better than good. They were fucking fantastic.
“Holy shit,” he mumbled.
“Get a response back?” Eric asked.
He answered with a smile, “I did. Everything is great. It’s gonna be a good night.”
As he left the room, he heard Cameron ask…
“Who do you think he’s sending dick pics to?”
He didn’t even care to respond. The picture he had gotten from Marcus was all he cared about. He went into his bedroom, closed the door, and opened the photo for further review.
In the picture, Marcus was bent over on his knees. His fat, smooth, dark globes were prominently displayed. You could see his smooth, pretty, tight rosebud between his beefy valley. His cock was fully engorged. He had his hand around the base of his shaft, pressed against his heavy balls.
Ryan: Wow! That was hot. I just made a mess all over myself.
Marcus: Can I see?
Ryan: Want a picture?
Marcus: FaceTime?
Marcus couldn’t believe what he was suggesting. He had never been the type to be into the whole sexting thing. He couldn’t even believe he sent a photo back. There was something that just made him feel safe when it came to Ryan. The moment that the dick pic came in, it sent his heart racing and made his hands all sweaty. It was hot.
Ryan was standing there in the mirror, holding his phone up in an empty gym. He was shirtless, showing off that sexy, developed, lean body. His red gym shorts were pulled down, tucked just underneath his fat balls.
His dick was standing at attention. It was incredibly thick. It looked fat and delicious, and the head had a pink hue. His dark pubes added to the beauty of his cock. He had this serious, confident, and sexy look on his face. To top it off, there was the side view of his pert-looking ass. There couldn’t have been a sexier dick pic.
“Hey,” Marcus answered on FaceTime.
“So…that happened,” Ryan quickly said. He wanted to get the awkwardness out of the way.
“You started it, cowboy,” Marcus teased.
“It was an accident. I thought you were going to block me or something.”
Marcus laughed, “Well, I didn’t block you, and I thought you were trying to tell me you were horny or something.”
“And what would you do if I told you I were?” he asked.
They both were quiet. Marcus wanted to be very careful with whatever words he said next because he knew the dynamics of whatever they were doing were going to change. The feeling pulled the air from his lungs.
“I would say you should come over.”
Ryan stood up. “Would…I…leave happy?”
He raised his eyebrow and tilted his head. He was so cute and adorable that way.
Marcus chuckled. “I don’t know. Maybe. Guess you’d have to come over and find out.”
Ryan smiled. “I’ll be right there. Don’t you go to sleep, Marcus Reed.”
Marcus laughed. “Eager and demanding. I’m not going to sleep, cowboy.”
The FaceTime ended. The nervousness settled in. It had been a while since Marcus had done anything sexual with someone else. Was this really the next step he wanted to take? He had to figure it out while he prepared himself for the possibility of truly going all the way.
Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the front door. Marcus felt some levels of anxiety creeping up in him. He told Alexa to play something nice. “Smoldering Fire” by Ural Thomas began playing.
He opened the front door and was greeted with a soft smile from Ryan. They both were nervous, but for very different reasons. Ryan would never let it be known, but being around Marcus always made him anxious. Marcus hadn’t been intimate with his man since his husband's death. Yet that smile melted his nerves.
“I was afraid you’d change your mind,” Ryan confessed.
“It was a thought. Come on in.”
He stepped aside and allowed Ryan to enter the house. They moved into the living room. Every step felt heavy. Every step was a step toward something bigger than the two of them.
Marcus replied, “In some ways, I did. I don’t want there to be any confusion. I like you, but we aren’t a couple. I’m totally not ready for penetration.”
“Okay. So, what would you like to do? I’m moving at your pace. You know I like you. I’ll always respect your wishes.”
“You really like me?” Marcus asked as he blushed.
“Yes. Marcus, you are beautiful. You’re honest with me about your feelings and what you want. How could I not? I have so much respect for you.”
Ryan knew just what to say. His words put Marcus at ease while also opening him up for more.
“Are you okay with doing some other things tonight? We can maybe experiment on each other’s pleasure points.”
“Please experiment on me,” he said as he stepped closer to Marcus.
Their lips met with a kiss that burst with energy. Marcus ran his strong hands down Ryan’s backside and onto his smooth ass. He had wanted to touch him there since that day at the lake. Ryan wanted to scream for joy on the inside. He slid his hand inside the back of Marcus’s sweatpants. His finger traveled down the wedge of his ass. He pressed his finger against Marcus’s tight ring.
They could feel the heat and passion as it rose in them. Their hearts began to beat a bit faster. This feeling of pure bliss wrapped itself around them. Ryan’s cock twitched in his shorts as it began to firm up. Marcus could feel it pressing into his cock. They finally broke away from their kiss.
“Can I take you to my bed?” Marcus asked softly yet passionately.
“Take me anywhere you want,” he answered.
They found themselves naked in the center of Marcus' bed with Ryan flat on his back. They were fully erect and desperate for each other. Marcus lay on top of Ryan. His hard, dark cock made contact with Ryan’s white shaft. Marcus ground his hips and rolled his body. Their cock’s pressed into one another with molten heat. As they moved together frotting, the sensual act sent pleasure coursing through them.
Their balls touched and pressed into one another, sending tingles of all sorts through them. They both gasped in pleasure. The sound of their bodies rubbing against one another and sweet kisses filled the room. Ryan rolled his tongue around in Marcus’ mouth. Fluid leaked from them like a dripping faucet. The movements of their bodies increased as the pressure and pleasure built in both men.
“You feel so good,” Ryan whispered.
The head of Marcus’s dick grazed the head of Ryan’s. Their lips touched again. Ryan moaned in Marcus' mouth. Marcus began to work his hip as if he were deeply penetrating the man. He drove his cock harder into Ryan’s thick erection.
Ryan ran his hand down Marcus's back, giving him chills all over his smooth, rich chocolate skin. His hand fell onto Marcus’s incredibly soft ass. His index finger slid inside his cheeks and touched his moist rosebud. It was one of the most sensational touches ever.
Marcus pushed his ass back against the finger. Ryan pressed against the wrinkled flesh. He ran his finger across it, around it, and over it. He could feel that tight ring as it began to puff. He pushed his digit harder against the opening, and his finger slid inside the stud.
A loud moan escaped from Marcus. His warm hole clamped around Ryan’s finger, burying it inside an inferno of muscle and pink tissue. The insides were hot, wet, and dying to be spread like warm butter.
Marcus moved his hips faster and faster as Ryan dug and twisted his finger inside of him. His body wanted more, and Ryan could tell. He inserted a second finger. Marcus’s eyes rolled as he ejaculated all over him. He completely covered Ryan’s chest in thick white semen.
“Holy shit,” Marcus cried.
“Sit on my face. Please,” Ryan pleaded.
How could he not? He quickly straddled Ryan’s face, and he felt that thick tongue slide against his puffy hole. Marcus spread his cheeks, and Ryan started to munch on his chocolate hole. His tongue pushed further inside Marcus’s hot box.
Marcus took hold of the man’s cock. He began to stroke it as Ry ate him out. Ryan’s erection turned red from all the pressure, pleasure, and performance. Marcus gave the cowboy’s swollen member a few more tugs, and he blasted cum all over himself, mixing it with Marcus's cum.
Ryan panted and said, “I really hope I can still stay the night.”
They both burst out into laughter.
“I’m so serious. I can’t move after that.”
Marcus nodded softly. “You can stay the night. Just don’t steal all the covers.”
Ryan smiled. “Hmm…I make no promises.”
He wrapped his arm around Marcus and pulled their bodies closer. Their foreheads came to rest together. They kissed once more. As their tongues danced together, Marcus couldn’t help but be filled with deep regret over his actions.
The quiet grounded Marcus as he sat in the middle of the living room, Indian style. It was the morning after his session with Ryan, and he felt more shame than he thought was possible. He stared at the screen on his laptop. The video chat with Dr. Robinson had reached a moment of deep reflection on his part. His eyes revealed the sorrow that wanted to erupt from his soul.
“Marcus,” she said softly. “Your eyes are filled with anguish. Why is that?”
Marcus sniffled as he struggled to keep his feelings locked away. “I met two guys who have expressed interest in me for different reasons. They are like night and day. At first, the attention felt good after everything with Sean. Things with one of them escalated last night, and I feel so bad. I feel like I cheated. Which is crazy because Sean has been dead for a year now.”
“It’s not crazy. What you’re experiencing is a real part of grief. You loved Sean.”
“I loved him, but he didn’t love me enough to stay,” he expressed as a tear rolled from his eye.
She exhaled. “From everything you’ve ever told me about Sean, it doesn’t sound like he had a choice because if he did, he would have never left you. You’re still alive, Marcus. You get to keep living and moving on. It doesn’t mean you forget him or you stop loving him. It just means there’s still life in you.”
Marcus dried his eyes. “And what if I can’t?”
“You can. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. So, this week, I want to challenge you. Go out and have a good time. Let your hair down, see where the night takes you. Let whatever happens just happen. Don’t try to be in control. The more steps you take in moving on with your life, the easier moving on becomes.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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