After supper, he set out to look for Maverick, down by the corral. When he got to the corral, the place seemed deserted. He stepped inside of the barn, hoping that he’d find Mav and was disappointed when the place looked empty. The ranch hands had obviously taken care of business, fed the horses and turned in for the night. Ricky walked deep into the barn’s dark interior and breathed in the smell of fresh hay, manure and horses. His eyes finally adjusted to the dark of the barn and he swept its interior with his gaze. It was deserted. Suddenly, his senses were assaulted with the scent of cigarette smoke. Maverick’s unique tobacco blend. He turned to leave and walked straight into the thick chest of just the cowboy he’d been searching for. A second later, he found himself in a bear hug, his feet dangling in air, and being walked backwards, into a vacant stall.
“Ya lookin’ fer someone, Ricky?” Maverick’s thick Texas twang, made Ricky’s cock hard as a rock.
“Um, um…” was all Ricky was able to mumble before his mouth was covered with the heat and taste of Maverick, as the man practically tickled his tonsils with his tongue. Ricky’s eyes shut as he melted against Mav and his cock hardened painfully, in his too-tight Versace jeans. Maverick set him on the ground, following him down with his mouth, as he grabbed both globes of Ricky’s ass and pulled him forward. Unfortunately, with nearly 10 inches difference in height, Ricky’s cock couldn’t get purchase anywhere but Maverick’s thick thigh. Maverick must have been having the same thoughts, because just a moment later, Ricky heard the frustrated groan from the sexy cowboy.
“Gonna suck you, Ricky right here, right now.” Maverick growled against Ricky’s lips. Ricky whimpered as Maverick took both of his wrists in one massive paw and reached for a rope with the other. Before Ricky knew what was happening, his wrists were tied and the rope was thrown over a beam above him. Maverick stared into Ricky’s surprised eyes, and grinned lustily. “Told you, I was gonna suck you good. I just want you helpless. That okay, boy?”
The use of the term “boy”, turned Ricky on, like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Being roughly manhandled by the man of his fantasies, had his cock thick and pounding at his zipper. He looked up and noted that Mav had stretched his arms above his head but not painfully though, the way Michael had, when he’d tied him to the bed. His feet were still on the ground as he looked down, and he noted Maverick, had tied the rope off, on a board, in the stall. A second later, the tall mountain of a cowboy was on his knees, ripping at Ricky’s belt buckle and opening his jeans. He yanked them down to Ricky’s knees and when he saw that Ricky was wearing nothing underneath, he shot the young man a sexy look and literally snarled. Ricky was speechless as he watched Maverick rip open his own jeans and free up his cock, lifting it, and his balls out, where he gripped the leaking length in his hand and jacked it.
“Answer me, Ricky… you okay with this, boy?” Ricky felt his eyes widen until he felt as though they would burst and he nodded vigorously, biting his lower lip, unable to hold back a moan.
“Suck me, Mav. Hurry,” Ricky pleaded. His own voice shook as Maverick leaned close and took a huge sniff of the balls hanging below the turgid, leaking length of him. Ricky gasped when the big cowboy stuck his nose into his sack and growled. When Maverick’s hot mouth closed over the thick head of Ricky’s cock, the young blond groaned. He unconsciously tugged at the rope that held his wrists stretched above and fucked into Mav’s mouth, when he realized he was practically helpless to do anything, but. Maverick worked his own cock hard and fast as he slipped two of the fingers of his other hand into his mouth wetting it before sliding his mouth back onto Ricky’s cock and sucking hard.
He’s not gonna… he wouldn’t… Jesus! Ricky nearly came when he felt both fingers breach his hole and dig deep. Maverick looked up and smiled around Ricky’s cock as Ricky cried out in indescribable pleasure when the huge cowboy hit his gland. Ricky’s heart was racing, his breath coming in pants, as he edged his orgasm. Maverick must have sensed it because he sucked strongly while Ricky watched him stroke both of their cocks, almost franticly. Maverick closed his eyes and Ricky knew that he was close. The thought of Mav coming and the rubbing that he was giving Ricky’s prostate, sent him over the edge and he cried out, coming in thick waves as Mav followed him, the cowboy’s come spurting thickly over his fist, as Ricky forced himself to keep his eyes open and watch. Mav groaned as he swallowed Ricky down.
