Chapter 10

No way had Calvin’s had been the first dick Brock had sucked.The knowledge that there had been others before him was not something Calvin wanted to think about.So he changed tack and began to fantasize about Brock on his back,legs in skin-tight leather chaps with silver fringes bent above his chest,Calvin fucking his tight cowboy ass,deep and hard.Brock on a horse,the dying sunlight behind him.

“God,yes,”Calvin moaned.He liked that picture.

But what about being on the horse with Brock,Calvin’s arms tightly holding Brock as Brock expertly spurred the horse onward?

“Ride‘em cowboy!”Calvin shouted.

Feeling he was approaching climax too soon,Calvin loosened his grip and slowed his stroking.He opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror.Despite the clothing,Calvin knew he was no cowboy.But even without the hat and fancy western shirt,Brock was every inch the lone-riding westerner.